You Don't Know Me

Revision Classes (part 2)

CHAPTER 20

I have an hour to spare before going back to class. It would be wise of me to revise, seen as I have upcoming exams but my brain isn't functioning properly and I can't wait till school finishes. I sit outside on one of the benches and tap my nails loudly against it, watching the students playing football on the fields. 'Hey,' I look up to find Lucy but I don't bother replying. She takes that as her cue to sit down opposite me.

 'I want to be alone, so if you don't min-'

'Well, I do mind.' She firmly states, cutting me off and I just stare at her. 'I didn't get a chance to tell you that the whole situation with your dad has been dealt with and Mr. Whiteside won't bother you.'

'Is that all?' I know it's rude but I'm not in the mood to make small talk and I also want to be left alone.

 'Lily told me.' My eyes widen in terror and my whole body tenses. I try and keep my breathing under control, hoping she didn't realise my reaction but who am I kidding? 'Lily told you what exactly?'

'You know.'

'No, actually I don't because I'm not exactly psychic.' Rude and uncalled for, I know but she might be talking about something else and it's not going to hurt if I pretend to not know what she's talking about. Lucy sighs before saying, 'about your mum.' I pretend I didn't hear her but those three words begin replaying in my head over and over. I don't say anything. Who else had Lily told? Why would she even tell people? What is wrong with her? So many questions pop up in my head. Questions that I don't have the answers to. 

We sit in silence for a while. I can tell that she's waiting for me to speak but I don't say anything. I try and think of something else so I focus on the game being played on the fields. The ball is being kicked around from player to player, which is what is supposed to happen in a game like football. I get dizzy and feel sick by watching the ball and following the exact movement of it.

 'Who else has she told?' I finally break the silence by asking her the question I'm dying to know the answer to.

 'Just me.'

'I find that very difficult to believe.' I scoff. She just shrugs and says 'it is literally just me.'

'Why did she even tell you?'

'You've got to ask her that.' 

'Well, I'm asking you aren't I?' I can't help but raise my voice a little, gaining unwanted attention.

 'Are you girls okay? Not arguing over me are you?' Joe is smirking confidently, surrounded by his friends on the pitch.

 'Get over yourself,' Lucy tells him. His friends start laughing and Joe straightens out his shirt and says 'I can tell right through your lie Luce.' She gives him a dirty look, scoffing at his over confident reply. She's about to reply but one of the other boys on the opposing team yells 'Joe, hurry up will you? The time is nearly up!' He takes that as his cue to leave and runs off kicking the ball. 

We both sit there in silence, not saying anything again but this time she breaks the silence by saying 'do you want to talk about it?'

'What are you? A therapist?'

'You know, it really does help.'

'If I wanted to talk to someone, it wouldn't be you.' My words play over in my head and I realise what I said is a little harsh but she doesn't say anything. I remember the conversation I had with her in the bathroom. I said some pretty harsh things, so why is Lucy here right now? 'Why are you here Lucy?'

'Don't you want my company?' She challenges and I sigh before saying 'I said some pretty harsh things to you, so why are you here?'

'That was before I knew your mother was ill.'