Amy noticed it, but that wasn't unlike her. I tried my best to hide my reaction but failed. Miserably. If she would take my advice, she would finally become a private detective. Or a psychic because she could find any information she wanted, and she could read people like the best psychics could only dream of. I was no stranger to her, so reading me was like second nature and so, so easy. I could never hide anything from her even if I wanted to.
She'd looked from me to him and I knew she knew. She hadn't said anything and I couldn't be more grateful. But now I felt cornered between her sideways glance and the closed window of her car. She hadn't asked yet but I could feel the question all over her.
I didn't know what to say. How was I supposed to explain that I'd never really talked to him, that I'd only dreamt him up in my mind, that he was a shadow of a ghost that I knew two years ago? I couldn't. I didn't really know Lawrence and I had no plausible reason to feel the way I felt, but I did anyway. We weren't even friends. Nothing I could say would make sense about anything to her. So, I didn't say anything.
"What happened back there, Jade?" I closed my eyes because I didn't know what to say.
"Nothing," I said, facing the window. She was silent for a few moments and I thought she would drop it.
"It's him isn't it? Lawrence." She looked at me and I couldn't lie to her.
I nodded. "Yes."
She nodded and looked back at the dark road.
We finally made it home and I couldn't wait to get in my bed and try to forget the apologetic look in his eyes. He had nothing to be sorry about. We weren't even friends. And that blonde girl was probably his dream girl anyway. They would make the perfect couple with their blue eyes, and dark clothing. They just fit together in a way he and I never would.
"For what it's worth," Amy said, holding my hand in the car. "I think he remembers you." Her sincere eyes told me it was true and she squeezed my hand gently before letting me go.
I climbed into bed that night with a numbness in my heart I hadn't felt before.
He remembered me. I just couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not.
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Two Years
RomansaLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...
