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“Monday,
you can
fall apart”
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I came into school on Monday feeling quite happy. My life had suddenly taken a turn for the best; it had gone from horrible to amazing in a day's time.
I hadn't spoke to Zara since Friday, she slept over my house, and left very early on Saturday morning, she didn't even say goodbye or leave a note. I wasn't fazed by it, Zara was never one to tell people where she had to go or why she was going there.
I expected Zara to be waiting for my locker like on Friday, and past days, but there was no sign of her. I figured she was talking to friends or at her own locker, there was nothing to worry about. Especially since she told me she loved me. This week couldn't be a repeat of the previous one, could it?
No, I told myself. She can't ignore me like last week. She needed time, she got her time, and now everything is okay. Better than okay.
I silently reassured myself some more, closing my locker. And when I turned around I came face to face with Zara, who stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening slightly.
"Hi Zara," I grinned, as she awkwardly looked down at her feet.
She bit her lip slightly, licking her bottom lip, as I waited for her to address me back.
"Hi Calum," she managed to say, it looked like she could barely get those two words out of her mouth. She looked around, searching every corner of the hallway. She looked at me with such sadness in her eyes I thought she might cry right there. She didn't - she simply kissed my right cheek, quickly, without second thought, and ran down the hallway.
"I-I," I wanted to say something but it wouldn't matter anyway because she was already out of sight.
I didn't understand, nothing was making sense. I thought what after happened in the closet on Friday we would be normal - as close to normal as we get, at least. But then she was acting this way again and I didn't know why. Zara was playing me like some sort of game. A confusing game, one that didn't make sense even though you had read the directions seven times, you even tried reading it in a different language you don't know but it still didn't make sense. Nothing made sense.
I wanted to tell myself to stop obsessing over this girl, but I couldn't bring myself to it. Because she was more than just a girl, she was everything to me. And I thought that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way about me.
Michael appeared behind me, Luke not far behind. He patted my back, sighing.
"I don't get it," I said quietly, still looking down the long hallway Zara ran down.
"She loves you, Calum," Michael said, as if reading my mind.
"I know," I whispered, looking at my shoes.
"She just doesn't realize it yet."
"She does," I replied, looking at the boys.
They exchange weird glances, mouthing words to each other. Oh, not this again.
"She told me," I said.
They look at each other again and then Michael smiles, not being able to help it. Luke laughed, and then they high-fived and walked in the opposite direction down the hall.
And the game gets even more complicated, and I, Calum, still don't understand.
what did i just write
sad bc only two more chapters and a /long/ epilogue for this story
yes it is a short story
and yes zara does love him
she's not lying
i s2g
