Mr. Postman

Chapter Two

I tried not to think about the fact that I might have seen Garrett whil I was in the coffee shop. I told myself that he was off making music with his band and I was too busy with school to even notice these frivilous things. I'm just stressed out over the finals that's why I'm imagning my old crush walking outside the coffee shop I was usually at.

I was in a daze when we left the coffee shop and Tessa didn't overlook this. She kept asking me if I was alright and I would naturally say that I was fine because I really am. It's just that I feel paranoid. What if Garrett really was here? Would I be able to face him after all these months? I shook those thoughts away since it was really unlikely for me to see him in Phoenix. There are thousands of people here in and I doubt that I'd be able to see him again. It was a very comforting thought and soon the image of him floated away and I was left to face an agonizing summer writing about summer itself.

We went back to the dorms but she didn't stop the engine. I was already outside with my bag over my shoulder looking at her inquisitively. 

"Aren't you going with me?" I asked curiously. She shook her head and sighed.

"I've got some business to take care of. Marriage matters." She added with a groan. I nodded still not getting what she was saying but she didn't continue. Instead she gave me one last smile and drove away. The smoke from her car clouded my face causing me to cough and swat it away with my hands.

I watched as her car drove off into the distance, it's squeaky tires crunching against the road. I sighed and adjusted my bag over my shoulder for me to get more comfortable. It was getting late and I should be back inside the dorms before Reece makes a fuss and starts calling the Headgirl about me being missing.

Our dorm wasn't exactly nice nor was it boring. It was a simple rectangular building painted with a copper red tone. The grass was kept in good condition so that students would stop complaining about how lonely and devastated the place looked. During the holidays, the grass was littered with empty red cups and scraps of clothing. Once the Headgirl saw all of it, we were deemed with clean up duties for a week which was not a very pleasant thing to do since you have to clean the bathrooms...aka mop some puke from the floor. 

I ran quickly to the dorms and saw Ms. Peppers sitting behind a table organizing some files. She looked up at me with her wire rimmed glasses and gave me a stern look but there was a soft smile on her face which told me that I was good. I gave her a smile and went to the elevator to go to my room. The elevator wasn't the best but as long as it saved us students from using the rickety staircase then it was already a blessing.

 My feet padded across the deserted hallaway, finding the silence a little odd. It was Friday and usually people would start screaming and yelling about what clothes to wear because of a party happening later on. I trudged down the hall and stopped in front of an old wooden door with the number 3278 plated at the side. I took out the key and opened the door, the lock clicking loudly as I shoved the key inside.

"Where have you been?" Reece called from her bed. She was laying on her stomach reading the latest issue of Vogue. She loved fashion and she always wanted to dress me up but I really wasn't that kind of person and I'm very satisfied with my fashion taste.

I closed the door and went to my bed which was right across from hers. The white sheets were folded neatly and tucked in unlike hers which were sprawled all over the floor. I dumped my bag on the bed and took my sandals off and stretched my toes. I sighed and ran a hand through my messy black hair.

"Went to the coffee shop." I replied nonchalant. It was the truth anyway.

Reece looked up at me and gave me a long hard stare. She analyzed every aspect of me as if this was the first time we actually met. Well funny story is she did this long ago too. She loves to 'watch and observe' people but I think of it as 'she loves to make you feel intimidated and self conscious'. It looked that way to me.