The Love In Between (Slow Updates)

Old Friends

Still standing there, I wait for an answer. I look at him in the eyes and he looks back. In awkward silence we don't say anything.

-Ding-Dong-Ding-

There goes the bell, looks like I won't be seeing him around for awhile.

"I'm sorry, I don't recognize you. I have bad memory," he says smiling. My heart aches because of him. I want to leave. "How about I just call you love?" he asked. I look at him, so much anger stored inside of me.

I just nod, that's it.

We both go up the staircase together in silence....but every now and then he glances back at me. When we reach the 4th floor we go on our separate ways.

I wonder what classes he has? I walk towards my homeroom. 416, this should be it-the mirror in front of me shows a different person. It's me but it's not me? I look so pretty-what did Claire do to me? That's probably why he didn't recognize me....I walk in, making loud click sounds with my heels.

The class was noisy and disturbing. Every person in there was staring at me. There weren't many people since it's so early. But the teacher was there. The girls were whispering and then smiling at me like I'm there friend and the boys were just staring. I search for the seat with my name on it.

I can't find it. Then I find it but someone's in it. I know who it is. The girl who used to be my best friend but then bullied me in middle school. Her name was Helen and she definitely put the hell in Helen.

I stand in front of her and glare but she doesn't notice me. She's to busy talking to her friends. I feel like punching her as I remember all the things she has done to me but I don't.

I step on her foot, she winces and looks up at me.

"You're in my seat, Helen." I say casually. She gets up and I notice she starts to limp.

"Holy crap! Celeste is that you?!" she practically yells. I look at her. Then why would I be standing here if I didn't know her?

"How are you doing? You're not a little worm anymore?" she acts like we're still best friends. She puts her arm around me but I pull it off. She know almost all my secrets which I regret telling her. "How are things with Jake?" She asks, I look at and knew she was going to ask.

"I'm over him." that's all I could manage to say.

"Really? That's great!" she looks at and I know she does believe me. "You know I heard he had 5 different girlfriends come over to his house last Summer.

"Great, I don't care Helen." I mean why would I care? It's not like we were together or anything and we never will be.