Inseparable

Chapter 21

Skylar's POV.

After me and Angel's movie night, this week went by really quickly. It was like the same schedule for me and him repeating over and over again. I would always have the chance to see him at school, my house, going out in downtown, everywhere. I was debating whether or not if I should go to the party again this Friday, but I am still deciding against it. Nothing much really happens except for Angel and I leaving the crowd. Not that anyone would even see us for that matter. They should really start planning on something else other than parties, but I will keep that to myself for now. They need to do more things. It is already Thursday and the bell has just ring, indicating that the day is over and I can finally go home and sleep.

It sucks only having Angel in my first period and like I always tell myself, it's pretty accurate that our class is Chemistry.

Chemistry. Chemistry. I repeat to myself in my thoughts.

"Skylar!" I hear a familiar woman's voice and I jerked toward the sound when I noticed Anna running up to me, a smile plastered already on her sun-kissed face. "Guess what!" She squeals after embracing me in a tight hug.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I just got asked out to prom!" She squeals again and jumps up and down like a little girl.

"Really? Who?" I urge her on, reaching over and placing my hands on her forearms to stop herself from jumping again. She is just as ridiculous and I can't help but shake my head at the thought.

"One of Angel's friends," she smiles. I don't say anything, my mouth is wide open on the ground.

"What-"

"You probably don't know his name but his name is Michael and he is one of Angel's closest friends. I figured you do know him..." she trails on, her brow arching up.

"No, he never introduced me to any of his friends or have I ever met them before. I guess he just doesn't care as much." I shrug it off. I turn on my heel and walk away from her but she catches up to me and is by side within a few seconds.

"That's strange. Then again, he probably cares about you now more than he does with his friends so, that's pretty understanding," she places her hand under her chin and thinks in thought by looking up at the sky.

"I guess so," I chuckle and look in both directions of the street in front of the school. Where is he? My dad should be here by now. And Angel.

"Oh, well! I just thought I would tell you. Did Angel ask you?" Anna asks me.

"Ask me what?"

"To prom, silly. Did he?"

"No. No, he didn't." I say. Why wouldn't he ask me to prom? "I don't know why, to be completely honest with you. I will ask him when I see him," I tell her and glance at the time on my phone. It is almost three.

"That's really strange. Well, okay then, just let me know what he tells you when you get the chance. You're coming to the party this Friday, right?" I'm already getting aggravated by these damn parties and the fact that she mentioned it, but I don't represent my expression to Anna with my irritation.

"I don't know. Maybe," I tell her truthfully.

"Okay, just keep me posted. See you later," she smiles and gives me one last hug goodbye before walking across the parking lot and into her car.

I still don't understand why Angel didn't ask me to prom and I forgot that it still exists. Angel seems to always be clouding my thoughts, even when he intends not to, I just usually can't help it. It matters so much to. I glance at the time every two minutes and begin ti get impatient before my dad's car pulls in front of me before I can comprehend. The window rolls down and I am welcomed by another warm smile from Betty.