Paramnesia

An Actual Reunion

Completely unedited and a little short, but it was about time we started updating again. So here it is.

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•Chapter Two•

•An Actual Reunion•

"I said no." Thea tugged at my arm.

"I said yes." I tried prying her finger from around my arm.

"No, I told you, you aren't abandoning me this year for the library. I told you no!" She pulled hard and we stumbled towards the cafeteria door.

"But I've eaten with you everyday." I whined. "Lets compromise, once every week you let me go to the library."

"Once every month." Thea threw back.

"No! You are driving me crazy, once every week or I'm going to start avoiding you."

"We have classes together, you realize?" She gave me a 'duh' look.

"I know how to switch seats." I smirked at her.

"Fine, once a week." Thea mumbled before hastily turning towards the cafeteria doors.

I feel a little bit bad about abandoning her to sit with underclassmen, but I need my alone time, especially during school hours. Since the library is virtually abandoned, except for the attached computer lab, I get plenty of alone time, for only thirty minutes once a week.

The library was on the second floor and not too far from my next class. Opening the library doors I was immediately surrounded in a blanket of silence. I made a beeline to a few chairs behind rows of bookcases. I wasn't expecting to find a figure sitting in one of the chairs with his hood up and a book covering his face. I thought about finding somewhere different to sit, but this is my spot. I've been coming here since I was freshmen and I wasn't going to stop because someone new showed up.

I took seat in a chair across from him, trying my hardest not to make eye contact with him, which would have already been hard seeing as the book completely covered his face. I pulled out my laptop and headphones, mentally getting myself pumped to watch anime. I hadn't even decided what I would watch yet and if all else fails I always Princess Jellyfish to go back to.

"Could you not sit there." The pure shock of hearing another's voice nearly caused me to throw my computer, but what he said registered in my mind and I managed to control the argue and instead directed it to wanting to throw my computer at him instead.

"No." I said simply.

"Move." He said.

"No." I replied.

"Why not?" He sighed.

"I've been sitting here during lunch since ninth grade. I'm not moving for you." I could tell he meant business when he threw down his book and fixed me with a gut wrenching glare. "Greyson?" I couldn't believe the name the tumbled from my mouth. My eyes widened in shock upon seeing his face fixed with such a scowl and glare.

"Felicity." He breathed, my name hissing through his lips.

"You're at school?" It was surreal to truly see him, to be looking at him and he looking back at me. No TV screen to divide us, no screaming crowd to block our views. It was like seeing him for the first time. His dark angry eyes, the brown tufts of hair peeking out from under his hoodie, the rigid posture and chapped lips. It was him and with him came so many emotions.

"Yeah, I came the first day too." He mumbled, leaning back into the chair, but his eyes never strayed from me.

"I saw you." I didn't know what else to say. Emotions swarmed me. I wanted to yell, ask him what he thought he was doing. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. But I had to remember that we weren't friends and we hadn't been friends for a while. I didn't have any right to reprimand him or coddle him like I used to. We were practically strangers now.