Dear Belinda,
On Monday, everyone was still buzzing about MacKenzie's party. While they raved about how much fun they had, I could tell MacKenzie was feeling down. When I talked to her that morning, she told me that she remembered everything.
Despite having a killer headache, she tried to call you when she woke up that afternoon and ask how you were doing. When you didn't answer, she assumed you were hungover or reeling over what happened with Joey.
When she called you the day after that, she felt the latter was correct.
She told me she felt guilty about what she said and she wanted to talk to you, but she hadn't seen you since class. Rebecca and Rebelle said that they just wanted to make sure you were okay.
I didn't stay in the lunchroom for long. We had a project for Ms. Andrews and she said that sources from the internet couldn't be our only source.
I entered the school library and browsed the relevant selection of books. I couldn't help but think about how MacKenzie, Rebelle, and Rebecca immediately thought Joey was the cause of your radio silence. If I told them that I was the reason, they probably would have hated me for hurting their longtime friend; or worst yet, hated the both of us for being bisexual.
So I kept my mouth shut.
I nearly dropped the books I held in my hand when I saw you, though. I wanted to run as far away from you as possible. I didn't know what to say to you and judging by the expression you gave me when you saw me, you didn't know either. The earsplitting silence of the library was driving me insane as we stared at one another.
I turned to check out my books and just leave, but you stopped me before I could even take a step. I held the books to my chest as your hand remained on my shoulder.
We stared at each other for two more seconds before you whispered, "I'm sorry."
I didn't know how to respond to that. It seemed like it was the beginning of a pattern between the two of us; you saying something I didn't expect you to say and then me not knowing how to respond.
You gave me an almost grim smile as I eyed you. When you let go of my shoulder, I took a breath and turned my back to you, walking away.
It hurt me to do so, but I just didn't know what to say. If I did say something, I would have made the situation between us even worst.
I sucked at talking to you. And it really sucked that I sucked because I know it made you feel sucky.
You apologized to me for something you did wrong and I didn't apologize to you.
And I hated myself for that.
Sincerely,
Delilah
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