First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 43

May 20th, 2016 / Friday

"College applications - done. Homework - done. Dishes - done. Laundry - in the washing machine. What to do now?" I quietly mumble to myself as I enter my bathroom. "I guess if I don't want to die of utter boredom today, the least I can do is take a nice, long bubble bath." And maybe stop talking to myself, because it's the weirdest thing ever. I turn the faucet on and start taking off my clothes while the bath tub is filling up with water.

My parents aren't coming home from the convention for another week and after a week of me persuading Chase, he finally decided to make a little escape out of town to see his boyfriend Tyler for the weekend. So I ended up all alone in the house for the next two days. I haven't got the chance to spend much time by myself lately and to be honest, I'm really, really enjoying it. Sometimes I just need to shut down everybody and hide in my shell for indefinite period of time, but I can't really do that with my mom and dad in the house and Chase beside me almost 24/7. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents to death and seeing them every day for the last five months was amazing, and hanging out with Chase every day has been really fun, but sometimes I feel like their presence does more damages than actually helping me!

I slowly lay in the tub, letting the warm water hug my body. I need time to think without anyone bothering me and to make it even better, I'm going to ponder over my how incredible my life has been lately, while taking a bubble bath. Note the sarcasm!

I have less then a month of school before the final exams and prom. I'm a thousand percent sure I'm going to ace the exams, because I've been studying every free second I have, but I'm not so sure about the prom night afterwards. The teachers don't actually teach you how to socialize and communicate with people in school who hate your guts. I don't think I really want to go, but even if I do, I don't have a date nor a dress. Actually, finding a dress is the easy part, but finding a person to go with, three weeks before the event is like mission impossible. Everyone normal or slightly close to normal guy is already taken and I'm certainly not embarrassing myself even more with bringing some weirdo as a date. Going alone is not an option either, because apparently, the people in my school think that going to prom without a date is almost equal to committing a crime against the human kind. On top of that, my mom will be very disappointed if she doesn't have the chance to go shopping with me and then seeing me in that dress. After all, I will have a high school prom only once in my life and taking that from her will probably make her sad. And that's the last thing I want her to feel. But staying at home and avoiding all of that sounds so, so tempting.

Avoiding. I've been so good at avoiding everything and everyone lately that if it was a part of the educational program for school, I would be teaching the teachers. Yeah, I'm the Master! I've been successfully avoiding my ex-boyfriend and his new crush (well, with a couple exceptions), my ex-best friend and my ex-friends and if that doesn't sounds good on my resume I don't know what else will. But even if I was on the other side of the world, I would still care and watch over them, always scared of something bad happening to them. As I think of it now, I haven't seen her lately, which means she can be out of town. Oh, my God, Liza! Stalker much?

She was the only reason I've been hiding and avoiding my friends all this time, but if she really isn't in town maybe I can meet them and try to talk to them, to finally explain those things I never did, but was unfairly accused of. The idea flashes through my mind, lighting up the darkest parts of it and bringing out the most dangerous monster ever existed. The Hope!

I hope they would let me speak, I hope they would understand and perhaps then things could go back to normal, where we left them. It's extremely risky and scary, but it may be the only chance I'm going to get before we graduate and split up. And after all, I think they deserve an explanation and I deserve to be heard. So the only thing I must do right now is to suck it up and push aside my anxiety and shyness. I have to finally stand up and defend myself, because no one will do it for me. It takes me a brief second to decide if I really want to take this risk and the next thing I know I'm already stepping out of the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body.