Mr. Postman

Chapter Three

My heart was hammering right through my chest and I kept squirming like a sardine. Yeah I'm over my crush over Garrett but the fact that I saw him again is enough to send moths flutter inside my stomach. It wasn't a good feeling. I clutched my bag tighter and gave him a curious glance in hopes he would mistake me for someone else because the last thing I needed was to reconcile with my previous crush and my best friend's current boyfriend.

 "Hm?" That was probably the lamest reply I could muster. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration while I shifted uneasily and stared right on on the elevator doors in front of me. I hated they way how they would reflect the two of us standing at arms length. Him being perfect wearing a plaid shirt and skinny jeans and me being a flabbergasted fool wearing a The Beatles shirt and shorts oh and let's not forget the signature bunny slippers.

And that's when it actually hit me. I had a letter from Catherine in my bag and I have no idea if she's even doing the same to Garrett. What if it falls from my bag then he starts reacting and I'm just there confused? I hope that won't happen. The last thing I needed was to confront a very confused and dazed Garrett.

I could feel his stare penetrating me and I did my best not to scream and pinch him for being so rude. I took a deep breath and mentally cursed at how slow the elevators were. I watched him from the corner of my eye and saw him laugh to himself.

"Blair....I see you've got the actress in you." I groaned and buried my face in frustration. Does he have this power to see through girls easily or is it just a well known fact that I was that obvious? I heard him chuckle beside me while my cheeks started to flush at how rude he was.

"And I see you've grown cockier the last time I saw you." I muttered in reply and gave him a glare. He  gave me a small grin before returning his attention back to the elevator doors. I sighed and wondered why he was even here and why I had to be stuck with him of all people. I didn't hate him or anything in particular I just felt really uncomfortable.

 I clutched my bag and tried to breathe slowly but it wasn't helping when the thought being at arms length invaded my train of thoughts. "How...are you?" Garrett started. He was a little hesitant about it  though. I can tell by the way he would scratch the nape of his neck while looking at our poor reflections. I shrugged and leaned back, trying to think of a decent reply.

"I'm fine I guess..." I was fine without you and Catherine shoving your relationship in my face! I shook the thought away and turned to him.

"How's the band?" I said carefully. To be honest, I don't know much about their band ever since he graduated. I was too shy to ask but I think I got the whole gist of them being amazing and 'totally wicked' from Catherine. I guess you could say I was a bad friend for not keeping in touch with him but I was never really his friend to begin with. I was the girl who was friends with his girlfriend. I bet he only acted nice towards me because of Catherine. 

The elevator was slow descending and if not for my brain being a little sane, I would have screamed. It was a little difficult breathing in the same...space with Garrett.

"It's going good." He said. That was all he said. It's going good. I don't think that was enough information for me to process. That answer was so vague, I wanted to tear my hair out. Good. By that did he mean they were famous? Or something? Were they making enough money? Why am I caring so much?

He must have noticed me ponder about it for too long because the next thing I knew he was laughing at my expression. I looked up at my reflection and grimaced. My eyebrows were knitted together trying to solve the puzzle while my mouth was set into a tight line. I rolled my eyes and playfully smacked his arm. Oh my god I just smacked his arm.