Moment of Reflection

Chapter 9

"Daisy," My heart seemed to flutter at the sound of him saying my name. I liked it better than it racing a million miles an hour, "I need you to stay after a few minutes." He said, causing a few of my 'friends' to tease me about how I'm already causing trouble on the first day.

However, even though I knew I didn't do anything wrong, I still felt as if I did. My anxiety was shooting through the roof, as if it wasn't high enough.

It doesn't matter what you know, what you feel takes over.

I dreaded what would come next, I just wanted to go to lunch. I didn't want to be yelled at for something I know is wrong. I didn't want to hear how he hates me now. I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck my mind began to race as the sound of the bell echoed in my ear drums. I panicked inside, watching everyone pour out, not wanting to be left alone with him.

"Daisy," he said again, "can you come over here please?"

I swallowed nervously, standing up, I grabbed my backpack and moved to a desk closer to his. I still couldn't look at the man.

"What were you-," he began, clearly struggling to speak, "why didn't- do you kno-," he sighed, "I don't know where to begin."

Honestly, I was glad he didn't know where to begin because I didn't want him to begin.

I rested my forehead in my hands, staring at the desk. I didn't know what I was feeling. All I knew is I wanted to cry.

We sat in a silence for what seemed to be years, but I knew I had to leave before I began to cry.

"I'm sorry." I said, my voice shaking, I stood up and grabbed my bag. I walked out the door, not sure if I heard him call for me or what, but once I was around the corner I bolted to the cafeteria. I sucked in the tears and took a deep breath. I stowed away everything from this morning in the back of my head, just focusing on smiling and being happy, even if I wasn't.

I didn't want to sound exasperated when I walked in, so a little beforehand I stopped to walk the rest of the way.

The sound of mixed conversations grew as I approached the cafeteria. I walked up to the doors of the food court, grabbing a tray and walking in to get my lunch.

After paying for my food I scanned the large room for my friends, once I found them I began to walk over there until someone else took the last seat.

I groaned, scanning around to find a different seat. But I knew I had to leave when I noticed Vito entering the other side of the cafeteria.

I quickly walked out of the side nearest the registers, thankfully I knew a shortcut to the B-wing.

As I grew closer the aroma of Wood, metal, hot silicon, motor oil, and a bit of over ventilation hit my nose, putting me into a different mood.

After scanning the different rooms, I decided I would head into the Auto shop where Mr. Evans would be.

"Ah, Daisy!" He greeted me as I entered, "What's up?"

"Not much, I just don't have a place to sit at lunch, do you mind if I sit in here?" I asked, walking over to one of the four benches.

"Not at all!" He said before taking a sip of his water, eating his lunch as well.

Mr. Evans and I had talked while we ate, but it wasn't long before I felt my phone vibrate.

Vito: Where did you go?

I didn't respond, instead I continued eating my lunch.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked Mr. Evans, clearly in need of some advice.