These New Eyes, My New Life

These New Eyes, My New Life: Chapter 28

    When I met my mom at the doctor's office, I acted completely normal. I was pretended I was perfectly fine, just like Ashleigh pretended she was my best friend for so long. The doctor's office was nothing too bad, just had to wait an hour and twenty-five minutes. But it didn't take long to get my uh, prescription… for birth control…. But it was only for my period! Well, mostly. Anyway, before I left, my mom gave me some money to get some food. So I went to Starbucks and got a latte and a Cake Pop. I sat in my car and ate my Cake Pop and drank my latte. I just didn't want to go home and sit there alone. I listened to full volume Taylor Swift, and at two forty, twenty minutes before school was out, I drove home.

    I wondered who Cole sat with in science. I wondered what they did. I didn't really care. I just couldn’t believe Ashleigh and me were over. It was so crazy. We'd been friends for over two years now.

    I didn't really understand how my mother was always so busy. She had a three-day a week job at this cute little cupcake bakery, she took my sister to ballet three days a week after school, and you would think she'd spend the rest of the time at home and grocery shopping. But no, she always had errands to run during the day. So she couldn’t come with me after the doctor's, but I didn't really mind. I really just wanted to see Cole.

    When I got home, I got out my car and slowly walked up to the front door, and then unlocked it. I left it unlocked like I told Cole it would be. I went into the kitchen and threw away my empty cup and Starbucks pastry bag. I stood in the kitchen for a moment, checking Facebook. Taylor's status was 'wow. Crazy lunch today!'. I 'like'd it. I grabbed a strawberry Capri Sun from the fridge, and walked up the stairs, still checking Facebook.

    When I walked in my room, I walked over to my bed and set the drink down on my nightstand, locked my phone, and threw on my bed. I was about to throw myself down onto it, myself, when I noticed my diary laying open on my dresser. I blinked once, and walked over to it. I always left it on my vanity; it was always stacked on top of whatever book I was currently reading. But it was never left open.

    I doubted Meredith had messed with it; she couldn’t even read. I never thought my mom would go through my stuff; I just knew she wouldn’t. My dad left at seven this morning and wouldn’t get home until six tonight. It didn't seem to fit any of my family members. But then who did it?

    I snatched it off of the dresser and read the entry through narrowed eyes.

    Dear Diary,

So I went on a date with Cole last night. It was amazing. He's amazing. I know I just broke up with Tyler what seems like a few days ago, but… I don’t know. I feel like I need Cole. I feel like I wouldn’t be able to go on without him. And it scares me. I don't know what to do about it. But I do know I have a connection with him- a really strong connection. It's a lot stronger than the one I had with Tyler all ready. I know that. I just… well I don't know.

    I stopped reading it and closed it, a little crease forming in between my eyebrows. That was a really odd entry for someone to stop on- it was so old, and it didn't apply to anything anymore. Hm. Weird. But I was torn from my thoughts when my phone alerted me I had a text.

    I put my diary back where it was- closed this time- and grabbed my phone. It was Cole saying he was here, and asking if he should just come on up. I replied a quick 'yeah' and sat on the edge of my bed. I heard Cole come in, and then I heard him walking up the stairs. He'd been to my house so many times- it was practically his second home. I loved that. I loved he was always with me.

    I looked up and he was in the doorway, smiling sadly at me.

    "Hey, Bekka," he said, and just by his tone, I knew he understood. I knew he knew I was not okay; he knew I was very upset; he knew part of my heart was cracked.