{Concert 2} Chapter 13: The End of a Friendship

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  • Dedicated to Angel Tate
                                    

Concert 2

Chapter 13: The end of a friendship

I don’t know what it is about him that strikes my attention so. Maybe it’s his caramel eyes, or his gloomy personality or perhaps his sweet, resound voice. There is nothing special about him; he’s just a normal guy. Well, maybe not that normal but normal enough when he’s with me. No Tom Cruise, Jared Leto or any other actors I liked are like him, and maybe that’s why I’m so confused. Strange looking as he may be to others, to me, I saw nothing but the man deep under all that make up and hair products. The guy who slept on my bed and wasn’t a douche about it, The guy who waited outside a movie theatre for nearly an hour, The guy who I couldn’t get out of my mind.

I missed our talks at night; I missed going to sleep with the phone plastered to my ear, my thoughts drifting off into dreamland, even if it was just that one night.  I missed being around him, his aura pulsing towards me as we walk together or stand near one another, even if it was just those few times. I missed... well, I missed Bill.

Odd, I think as I make my way up the stairs to my fourth period classroom on the other side of the school. I take my time; I’m late already so why rush. I take a quick look around the hall I’m walking on before turning my backpack around, one handle swinging over, and producing my phone from a pocket. I push in the code to unlock the device and smile at the background of dad and me that day we ditched school and work, respectively, and went to Disney World for the day.

I push the button and look through my contacts. My thumb hovers over the OK button for a moment before pushing it. A blank message text form pops up and hesitate for a moment. What do I say? Hi? I shake my head as I walk, my eyes looking around for any loose teachers. I sigh and push in,

Hi, how was your night? – I send it quickly before I lost my nerve. I close my phone and wait for a reply.

I get it just as I wrapped my hand around the door handle of my classroom. I duck to the side, plastering myself between the lockers and the door, and flip open my phone.

Boring, how about yours? - He replies.  I scratch my head, worried that any moment the door will swing open and revealing my not so secret hiding spot or a security guard will pass on by having seen me on the monitors at his desk. I wasn’t ‘in good’ with any of them and so I would get sent to the disciplinary office, something I did not want to do. Not after the last time.

About the same :( I’m standing outside my class, bored. Hbu? – I ask. I wait for his answer two whole minutes, my heart pounding the whole time, before reaching for the door and turning the handle. And of course, the moment I did so, my phone rang,

Why are you standing outside your class? I’m at a boring meeting with nothing to stare at but a brick wall. I’m leaving soon; this meeting is to wrap things up...

I sigh. He was leaving and I was stuck here, not like he would want me with him either way. Its not like we were a couple of anything, nope not at all. I sigh again and close my phone. I open the door, holding my breath as I entered as the teacher looked to me and smiled creepily.

“Glad you could join us, Miss Alice, perhaps you could tell the class who Leonardo Da Vinci was?”

I grin as I put down my books. All my Assassin’s Creed training is finally paying off. I look to the teacher and tell him in answer along with a few other snippets about Signor Da Vinci like the fact that he was both male and female. I don’t know if I stunned him or annoyed him but he nods for a second then turns to the rest of the class, leaving me alone for the remainder of the period.

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