Second Chance At Love

Second Chance At Love: Chapter 13

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Chapter 13:

Friday came very fast. I started my classes on Tuesday; all the teachers understood my predicament, although I had to show some of them the wound on my head for them to believe me. I was starting to love Cassidy. She was an amazing, beautiful, FUN girl. No matter what my mood was, she had something to cheer me up. Mary and Kimi were great also, and I was so glad to be friends with them. We spent the weeknights studying, or trying to study, in each other's dorms. We agreed that part of the time we did have to study, but the rest we spent playing Truth or Dare, telling scary stories, and doing makeovers and mani's and pedi's. I was starting to love college, not the classes necessarily, but the whole experience. I actually had girlfriends who understood me. My days were filled from morning to evening with classes and friends, and I didn't have a lot of thinking time on my hand, but at night I did. Even though I was distracted and happy in the day, at night I was depressed, and longing for the only person I have ever really connected to. Cassidy knew it too; I knew she heard me crying into my pillow at night, although I tried to keep it quiet for her sake. When I got into my bed at night, with nothing to occupy me but my own thoughts, it would all hit me. I was starting to deal with my mom's death. I was coping in that department. Because I knew that she was happier in a better place. And I knew I wasn't crying for her, but for myself. So I had come to terms with that, and even though I would always miss her, I had accepted what had happened. But Damon was another story. The hurt he did to me would never go away. And also, I knew deep down that I would always be in love with him. And that is what scared me more than anything. The fact that he has so much control over me without even knowing it. He's keeping me from moving on and finding someone else. If he were dead, then I would accept that we were over, and could never be. But he's not dead. He's very much alive out there, living his life however he wants, probably finding some girl to love him. And that's what hurts more then anything in the world. That someone else has what I want, what I need! And I can't do anything about it. And that is why I cry myself to sleep every night. I hope someday that that will go away, and I'll move past it, but it seems impossible at the moment.

Friday evening I went to my dorm room after classes to get ready for my date. Cassidy was there to help me. She curled my already curly hair into ringlets, and then pulled the sides back into a clip. My long hair was spiraling down my back, with my short side bangs fluffed in the front. Ryan told me to dress very casual, but I figured my hair could look nice. I had decided on some comfortable jeans, that were also cute, and a white ribbed tank top underneath a navy blue boyfriend sweater. When Ryan knocked on my door at 6, I was ready. I grabbed my purse as I opened the door.

"Hey," he said, "You look beautiful."

I smiled, "Thanks, hold on just a second, let me grab my cell."

He handed me a bouquet of white orchids. My favorite.

"It's getting creepy," I said, grinning.

He laughed.

I handed them to Cassidy and asked her to put them in water.

"Sure," she said, smiling, "You kids be good out there. Stay out of trouble, and don't stay out too late. Ryan," she said sternly at the end, "You better not get her pregnant."

Ryan snorted and I looked at her in shock.

"What are you, my mother?" I asked her.

She laughed and shooed us out the door.

"I'm sorry about that," I told Ryan in the hall.

"Haha forget about it," he said, laughing it off.