Forgetting Roman

{fifty-four}

{fifty-four}

                What Livvy told me about Declan and the mystery girl she saw him with wouldn’t stop running through my head.

                A week passed before Livvy spoke up once again about Declan.

                I was sitting on the bench outside my dorm when Livvy ran up to me and nearly dragged me out of my seat. My book tumbled to the floor and my earphones were pulled out of my ears a little painfully.

                “What the hell, Liv?”

                “Her name is Clarissa,” Livvy gushed, a bit out of breath. “She’s his cousin, transferring here in the fall from Kingston.”

                “What?” I asked a bit confused. I had been so caught up in my studying that the words she spit at me where confusing me to no end.

                “Declan!” Livvy gushed. “Damn, Aspen, catch up! She’s not a threat!”

                “Was she ever?” I responded pushing her away. “Seriously, what am I going to do with this information? It’s not like Declan and I have spoken. Hell, we haven’t even seen each other.”

                “Because you’ve been so caught up with everything else besides getting your man back!”

                I rolled my eyes and collected my book, “Livvy, don’t start this, please.”

                “Start what?” she asked sighing heavily. “Seriously, Aspen. What is going on?”

                “Nothing,” I replied as I grabbed my bag and stood up. “I’ve got to get to class. I’ll see you later.”

                And as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. I was lying to my best friend and the guy I liked didn’t want anything to do with me until I figured things out. But what if I never did?