A Single Droplet

Chapter Seven

It had been two weeks since I slept with Harry, and Charlotte had found out that I was the one who ruined her relationship. I had turned into an absolute wreck and I knew it. A very lonely wreck. I hadn’t gone to school for the first two days afterwards. After the phone conversation with Charlotte I had managed to nip a full bottle of Mom’s tequila and down 10 shots before passing out on the bedroom floor. No one had come to wake me the next day and I had awoken at three in the afternoon so attending school was out of the question, I stayed in bed the rest of the day and just slept. The next day I woke up vomiting and had to get mom in the drunken state she was, to let the school know I had been sick the last two days.  What a sight that was, she could barely speak; whoever was on the other end of the line must have been shocked.  

After I had gotten back to school however it had been nothing but torture. I sat alone in English re-reading a book I had already read about five times, and in history it was much worse. Niall and Harry sat together at the back of the class while I now sat right at the front; every time I heard Niall’s loud laugh I felt more and more lonely. Biology and Statistics were like a breath of fresh air, nobody knew me, and I knew nobody, and even though I was alone in both classes I felt a lot less alone than in any of the other classes.

The worst class of all was photography, I dreaded it every day. The only day I didn’t have photography was Wednesday, and it soon became my favourite day. On my first day back at school I managed to avoid last period photography by pulling a stunt at the Nurse’s office, however the next day on the Friday she hadn’t been so concerned with my health and sent me back, scowling me for wasting her time.

The period seemed to go on forever, the only seat available was next to Harry, and even though we both stayed silent the entire lesson, I wanted so badly to yell at him again, for not so much as apologising or at least trying to explain.  During the stage of the class when oh so Miss pretty Flack had told us to have discussions with our partner, Harry had stood from the table and talked to her for the rest of the lesson. Although I was slightly relieved, I couldn’t help feeling like I should burn them both to ash. I wanted so badly to know what they were talking about, but from the concerned glances Miss kept giving me I couldn’t help but feel like I was the current topic of discussion. This pattern continued every photography lesson the following week while I was stuck doodling on my books at the desk.

There go my chances of ever being a photographer, I thought having no idea what I would do about the “Partner” assignment. The first practise draft was due by the end of the week and I was clueless as of what to do. I would have happily discussed such a problem with the teacher had she not been so unfairly attractive and annoying.

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The past two week’s had been bloody horrible, and I felt unbelievably alone. Thing’s at home weren’t any better, dad was hardly home and when he was all I could hear was shouting before he left again and mom would start up on the booze. I had been having nightmares again both of Ryan, and sometimes the same event except with Harry in Ryan’s place. I know what Harry did was nowhere near as bad as Ryan’s demise, but sometimes in my dreams it felt like there was nothing to differentiate between the two. I was bitter at both.

I was glad today to have been able to get out of my house and school for a while. I had been looking for a local job that I could do and the local coffee shop had soon got back to me, asking if I wouldn’t mind coming in after school. When I arrived I noticed the small coffee shop was quite busy with people and made my way to the counter quickly scanning for any faces I may know.

“Miss. Anderson?”

I was cut off from my scanning by a short brunette arriving from the back room. Her long hair was curly and bounced as she walked, I couldn’t help but envy her beautiful simplicity. She looked not much older than me, a couple years maybe but not much. She was sporting just a plain red uniform polo shirt and black skinny jeans, but managed to pull it off with the success of a model.