Tick list

Part 8

Sunday dragged over as i tried to forget what happened the night before.

I woke up on Monday feeling pretty well rested and ready to talk to Matthew, he was supposed to come to my house after school to work on the project so that would give me plenty of time to try and sort shit out.

It was fairly cold outside so i got a sweatshirt and a pair of ripped black jeans. I put my hair up in a messy bun, everything seemed to be such a big effort. I put on minimal makeup and walked outside, my dad gave me a ride.

"Good night sleep?"  He asked

"Yea it was okay, the first aid kit is in my room, sorry i got a cut on my leg....could you take it downstairs when you get home?" I didn't look up from my phone

"Honey, the first aid kit is downstairs. I saw it when i was getting the bin bags out the cupboard  this morning"

What? I swear it was still in my room from last night.....

Oh well

"Okay, doesn't matter then" I didn't really question it.

I got to school and said goodbye to my dad as i shut the car door behind me.

The air was frosty and i pulled my sleeves over my hands to try and keep as warm as i could. I walked to my locker and grabbed my english books. As i closed it i heard some very enthusiastic laughter coming from down the hallway. And there he was, surrounded by his friends as they spoke about their time at the party over the weekend. Matthew, of course in the centre. 

He walked as though he had never been hurt, the cuts and bruises on his face had disappeared...what the hell was happening to me?! Did I imagine the whole thing? In my state of total confusion and anger i marched towards him and clumsily walking into several people on the way

"Where are your bruises? Did you hide it with makeup or something?" He looked at me like i was psycho. To be honest, I didn't blame him. His friends paused for a moment and looked at one another, i shot them a glare as they began to back off one by one until me and Matthew were the only ones there

"You're clearly fully recovered after Friday night" he walked passed me and I followed with short legs behind him.

"Where the hell did your bruises go? And why can't i find the message you sent me? And how the hell are you so calm after what happened? And why-WILL YOU PLEASE SLOW DOWN"

he stopped as he realised that his normal walking pace was a jog for me. He pulled me to the side

"What the hell are you on about?" He asked with a hiss. I backed away a little.

"When you came last night? You really hurt me. I know i was a bit stupid to think about hurting myself but there was no need for you to be so mean. Anyway, i just want to move on from there okay? I know things got a little weird but i'm sure it was just the vodka. So we good?" He looked at me for a bit, clearly in a state of total confusion...but I couldn't figure out why. 

"What? I didn't see you last night. I haven't seen you since you were at my house. Why the hell are you talking about vodka?"

Wait. What?

"It was so real..." I trailed off. 

"Listen, i got to go, I'll see you after school" he walked off.

It couldn't have been a dream.

Everything was so detailed, i remember hearing his breath, feeling his hand on my face, Seeing the trail of blood on his face

But it wasn't real. None of it was. It never happened but i guess that was a good thing right? The fact that he never said those horrible things? But again, why should i care? I never liked him, what i felt the other night was fake. I mean it was a dream. Yea, he had always been horrible to me from day one, and there was no way i was letting myself go for someone like that.

I spent the rest of that morning dozing off into my own head, i had been shouted at and laughed at all because I couldn't take anything in. This whole thing had been going on in my head since this morning.

Thankfully, the hard thinking had paid off as i came to a conclusion. It was a dream, there was no denying it. Despite how real it felt, both facts and what had been stated by Matthew himself proved it. Second, i was no way letting myself develop feelings, that doesn't necessarily mean I can't peruse this tick list, i can be friendly only if he is to me. Third, if he decides to go cool-kid-fuck-you on me, I'm done. I can just ask the teacher to swap partners and she'll be fine with it. Everything was bound to work out, surely.

I went over to my locker and started putting my books away

"Hey" i slammed the door and turned to who i thought was Matthew, but i was faced with a lighter haired boy with straight hair. He looked okay, good face, kind eyes, but I didn't know him

"Err hey, sorry do we have a class together?" He looked down and laughed

"Yeah actually. I'm in your economics class. I sit behind you though so i guess you wouldn't know me from anywhere" he smiled and me and my face turned into the shade of the japan flag.

"Shit, sorry i'm not good with faces. I have goldfish memory, you'll come to know that about me"

"Will I now?" He looked at me with a smirk. This guy was pretty suss, firstly he came out of fucking nowhere, secondly i still didn't know his name and thirdly he was now trying to flirt with me? Red flags signaled in my head.

I paused and looked at him for a moment

"You could be a serial killer for all i know"

"Ahhh i see, because there's ALWAYS that possibility isn't there?" he yelled 'always' as though he was announcing something. I laughed

"Jesus keep it down-" shit. Did he mention his name? I swear he didn't

"Adam"

"Nice to meet you, i'm Ivanna" he shook my hand

"I know" and with that he walked off.

Creepy much? I checked the time and i was 10 minutes late to meeting Matthew

"Shoot" I muttered, and as i turned around who was leaning against the lockers with arms folded? The devil himself of course.

"Late?" He raised his eyebrows

"C'mon" i rolled my eyes

"Any particular reason Springs?"

"I was talking to Adam" i said as i quickened my pace

"Adam?" He turned his head to look at me.

Mhm.
Jealous much?