Still Into You

Chapter Six.

I cried some more, sobbing into her arms. Her cheap perfume was a bit overwhelming, but I could care less right now. She was my only comfort, and my only shoulder to cry on. I told her everything, in between sobbs, and she listened carefully, taking in everything I had to say. When I was done, I could truthfully say I felt a ton better.

She held me close, and told me everything I needed to hear; she told me everything would be okay. She told me he wasn't the one, and that there were plenty of other fish in the sea. I nodded my head, but I truly didn't understand. I didn't want another fish. I wanted my Alex. I wanted us.....But Trista went on, anyways, and I pretended to listen.

The late bell rang, so I wiped away the last of my tears and grabbed my math book. She grabbed her bag, and threw an arm around me. We walked silently to our classes, till we got to the end of the hall and she had to turn left, while I had to turn right. She turned, and gave me a pitiful look, playing with the ends of my hair.

"I'll see you next period, okay? I'll pick you up right here." She said, talking in a soft low voice. I said nothing, but nodded my head, looking down at my shoes.

"Don't worry, Blue Baby, it's almost lunch time...things will be better by then, k? Promise." she said, reasuringly. One thing I learned a long time ago: don't make a promise you can't keep.

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By lunch time, I couldn't help but admit I did at least felt a bit better...I mean I haven't seen Alex all day sooo...yeah...But anywho, I met Trista where she said she would be, and we walked over to the stuffy, oversized cafeteria. We got in line to get our lunch, and she spoke gingerly towards me. I didn't want the sympathy, really...but I didn't mind. But what I really wanted was my Alex back...

We got our "lunch" (if that's what they insist on calling it) and walked towards a table somewhere in the back, near the windows. We sat, and I tried to distract myself by chatting away about stupid bands, and shit like that. But curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't help but turn around and look for You-Know-Who. Well. I found him, alright.....

He was sitting at a large table full of stocky, over-built jocks, and scrungy cheerleaders. The popular kids. He was laughing with some girl, but I couldn't see her face, becuase her back was faced towards me. I nudged Trista's arm.

"Hey, who's that girl Alex's with?"