Dreamstate

19- The Real Test

It has been weeks since Dillon and I last talked. Tristan has been keeping me company and even introduced me to some of his circle of friends, but it's been weeks since I've seen those specific brown eyes. I'm not sad though, how could I be? We were nothing. He wasn't even the guy who saved me. It was his brother.

Yet, there's something about being with a specific person, even if it was just for a few days, that starts to feel comforting. If it continued it would've became a routine, and routines are horrible to try break. It's like tying a thousand complicated knots on a super long rope and taking your time, day by day, untying those complicated knots. Some take days, some weeks, either way it will be awhile to find that rope straight again. I guess it's a good thing it ended as quickly as it started. That way I can untie the few knots there and start anew.

"She's doing that thing again. The high cloud. Should we get her down before she gets lost?" Hailee snorts.

"Not cool, Hailee. That was only funny once." Tristan glares at her.

"Still though, its not healthy to daydream so much. Its considered a symptom of depression if its excessive, and corrupts one's relatively normal lifestyle."

"I'm not depressed," I interject before a weird rumor goes about. "I was thinking. Thinking is not the same as daydreaming."

Kailee shrugs, "I was only helping sweetheart. Sometimes those things bypass people. Wouldn't want to see you on television headlining how you jumped off somewhere or suffocated yourself somehow because we couldn't tell." Kailee smiles sweetly at me. I smile back. It's hard to see her as the bad one when ever since that allergic reaction incident, she's been nothing but nice.

"Lo' and behold, look who decided to crawl out of the rock today." Hailee's smile grew and so did Kailee as the boy who insulted me and almost killed me came walking into the cafeteria. At a glance, he noticed me, but if it bothered him any for me to be in his circle of friends, it didn't show.

I turn to my food and smile at Tristan when I see he, unlike the others, is looking at me instead of him. He mouths if "I'm okay". I nod and diligently eat my food as Dillon takes a seat...right...next...to...me.

Really?

I try so hard not to glare at him as his thigh continuously brushed against mine. He had plenty of room to stay in his own lane. Who knows why he's even touching me right now.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and excuse myself from the table. I'd rather be in a classroom working on school work than sitting here and being on the borderline molested by some stranger. Take a hint bud and take a hike.

Tristan's the only one giving me that sorry look when I mentioned I was leaving. Everyone else just continued their gossip. I stand up from the awkward bench connected to the table and dump my food.

I'll have to go to my business class and work on some fake business proposals in the latest assignment. Make up at least two, and judge the other three including a one page essay on each as to why we made our decisions with our own investments. This is going to take forever. At least it's just one page though.

I walk through the propped doors towards the hallway, nodding at a teacher who is already use to me leaving the cafeteria to work on assignments. I don't even have to use my pass anymore.

I rummaged through my bag, depositing the apple I saved inside for later and look for my entrepreneur businesses world textbook. It sounds heavy but really it's not. Most of the text is online so its really just major key points for studying help and also the last place students tend to look when working on assignments. Which is why I usually finish quickly in class.