Xander

Four months, three weeks, and two days (1)

It's been exactly four months, three weeks, and two days since the last time I saw you.

I still remember the last time you looked at me, the unrecognizable coldness seeping through your hazel eyes. I had never seen you look at me in that way, contempt written throughout your features. I still remember your last words to me.

I wish I never met you.

I know that I should hate you, loathe any thought or mention of you, but I can't help missing you. I miss how whenever you set your calculating hazel eyes on me, you could figure me out as if I spilled all of my secrets. As if I was an open book.

I miss how you would never seize to forget that whenever you couldn't find me, I would be in my aunt Amelia's tree. The tree that will always remind me of her, and the tree that you used to say would always remind you of me.

I miss the late night confessions and how even if you weren't in a good mood, you could always make me laugh. I miss your rare breathtaking smiles that lit up the whole room, even though your small smiles hardly occurred, it was always worth the wait once you caught sight of one.

I miss your contagious valor. I miss your shocking revelations, and your unexpected compliments. I miss you.

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"Abby! Kyle's here to see you!"

My mother's voice rings throughout the house as I slip the folded letter into a red envelope. I roll my eyes at the mention of Kyle, but still respond.

When I reach the living room, I find my mom giggling at something Kyle said, making me hold back another eyeroll. She always put up this motherly facade whenever people are around, but it would instantly vanish behind closed doors.

"Abby! So nice to finally come greet your friend," my mother says through gritted teeth, obviously irritated with me.

"Oh, it's fine Mrs.McCrae. I know how Abby can be," Kyle glances at me and winks.

"Oh please, call me Elma."

Kyle nods then turns to me. "You ready?"

"For what?" I ask, hopping onto the couch and turning the T.V. on. My mom gives me a disapproving look before exiting, but I ignore it.

"I asked you yesterday if you wanted to go the fair with my family and you said yeah. It's today."

"Hmm," I look up at him and say, "The thing is, I tend to zone out whenever you talk to me so I wasn't really listening."

I know, I know, I'm cold, but Kyle just wouldn't give up trying to be my friend.

Kyle looks agitated and glances down at his wristwatch. "You still have time to-"

"Look," I stand up and face him, "I know you look at me as some charity case. But wait," I hold my hand up to prevent him from cutting me off, "I don't need anyone to swoop in and try to break past my defenses. I don't need a friend, or whatever you want to be, so I don't know why you wont leave me alone."

He stares at me for a second, thinking about what to say. "I really wanted to be your friend, Abigail. I thought that you weren't as heartless as people made you out to be these last few months. I guess I was wrong."

He turned to walk out, leaving me utterly flabbergasted. People thought I was heartless? Ouch. But what can I say? Your best friend ditching you has its downsides.