Am I Dreaming?

Goodbye Annabel

The first thing I notice when I arrive at Starbucks, is that it's completely empty, aside from Oliver and the cashier.
Good. Now I can give him a piece of my mind without causing a scene.
I walk into the shop, brows furrowed, deeply disgusted. I plop myself down across from Oliver and say nothing.
"Look. I'm sorry I made out with Annabel." He tries.
Silence.
"Honestly!" Oliver starts again, looking for the right words. "One minute we were having a normal conversation and then after I had some root bear, everything went all foggy and I had no idea what I was doing."
Is it possible that Annabel spiked Oliver's drink?
"Who got you your drink?" I ask, concerned.
"Annabel brought it over for me along with her drink, why?"
He struggled to find the connection. It was actually pretty funny to watch. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning on his head. And then it clicked.
"You don't think..." he looks at me, scared and confused. I nod, agonizingly slowly.
"She spiked my drink! I told you I didn't mean to kiss her. I love you! Even one day away from you is too much. Please can we be okay?"
"That's debatable" I say, coldly. I'm still angry at him for being so stupid. He frowns but accepts his fate. I text Grace.
-hey. Oliver and I were talking and we think Annabel spiked his drink... do some digging?
-definitely! She is my cousin, but ones gotta have some drama!
I say goodbye to Oliver after finishing my drink and he asks if he can call me later. I tell him that I need some time to cool off.
About an hour after I returned home, my phone chimes. It's Grace.
-Annabel did spike his drink. One of the snaps she sent to her friend back home was "met a cute guy. Party tonight. Gonna get me some."
-ew. Thx, tho.
-anytime.
Tomorrow, Oliver deserves an apology. Tonight, sleep.

•••

In the morning, I drowsily pull on my school uniform, shove food down my throat, pack my backpack, and head out the door.
Today is gonna be a loooooong day.
I find Oliver pretty easily and head over to him.
"Hey, Oliver." I say, sweetly. "Look. I owe you an apology. I thought that you kissed Annabel and that you were cheating on me. And then, last night, I figured having your drink spiked was logical, but was too stubborn to admit I was wrong and apologize. So this is me, now. Apologizing."
Nothing. No words. No change in face. Then, suddenly, he reaches out and wraps me in his arms. I breathe in his scent and loop my arms around his lower back. I feel him rest his chin on my head as he begins to rub my back in slow circles.
I missed this.
That exact moment, is when I see her. Annabel.
I break away from Oliver's embrace and strut over to her.
"Hey, Annabel." I say.
"Oh. Hi, Lauren!" She says. Too cheery for 9:00 in the morning.
"Sick party last night, am I right. It's too bad Oliver's drink was spiked and we had to leave early..."
Her face went from beaming to completely blank in 2 seconds. She knew that I had caught onto her. She turned, abruptly, and left.
I can't wait for that snotty, no-good, boy abuser to be out of my life.
The days pass by normally now. I finally seem to have everything straightened out.
Today is the day that Annabel goes back home, leaving me and Oliver alone in peace. I wake up bright and early and head over to Grace's house to bid her farewell. When I arrive, Annabel is already gone. I wave down the driveway at an imaginary car, and then flash the finger.
Annabel is finally gone! I don't have to deal with her BS anymore. Yay!
And "yay" it was. Everything seems to be fixing itself and my life is finally back on track. I have an amazing remainder of the day and fall asleep right away, completely stress-free.
And then I start to dream.

Hey! I know it's not "extra long" like I promised, and I don't want seem like I'm full of excuses, but I was doing homework today from 3:30-10:44. I edited and added to tonight's chapter and my eyelids feel like they're made of lead. I do, however, keep my promises.