Everything seemed to be happening so fast for Mikaela, new school, new friends, new look, new Mikaela. It was almost like she didn't need her old self anymore to survive high school.
She had good looks, good grades, a hierarchy that put her right at the top. What more could you want?
Several days had passed since Blake's dad was sentenced to 70 years in prison. Mikaela could only feel partially responsible for making him look like a crazy fool.
She had seen Elliot around but he hadn't been anywhere near Mikaela. It was hard for him, but he had to.
Mikaela almost missed Elliot's witty and flirty self. But she missed Blake more.
Blake hadn't been to school two days in a row and when she texted him no reply.
Mikaela felt Blake was still mad at her, but she would never know unless she actually asked.
After school, that very day, that thought crossed her mind. She went to Blake's house.
She knocked three times, no answer. She knew he had to be in, so she knocked again three times.
This time the door opened and Blake stood by the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess, he looked ill as he stood only in his Pyjamas.
Mikaela covered her mouth looking at Blake, it was horrible seeing him like that. "Are you okay?" Mikaela asked him in a worried tone.
He didn't reply her as he left the door open for her and walked up the stairs.
She trotted behind him, making sure to close the door.
When she entered Blake's room, books, shelves, ornaments, pictures were scattered all over the floor.
Mikaela knew Blake was angry. She could tell from his room for starters, his cold attitude and him looking like he didn't have a care in the world.
Blake sat on his bed, his hand covering his face. Mikaela moved over to him, sitting right next to him.
She was quiet for a few minutes waiting for Blake to speak. "My dad's in prison Rae," Mikaela felt her heart stop beating just for a second.
She gulped.
"Why?" She replied.
"He murdered someone," he grumbled. His hands still hadn't left his face.
"Do you know who?"
"I refuse to know, I don't want to see that man again," as Mikaela knew she was in the clear, she placed her hand on his thigh.
"It will get better-,"
"What if it doesn't," he fiercely replied. His hands now dropped from his face.
She gazed into his eyes, the eyes of a broken boy, and the worst part. She really did care for him.
Mikaela flickered her eyes away from him. "You know I had a sister,"Mikaela told him. What was Mikaela doing? Was she now going to tell Blake the truth?
In actual fact Mikaela didn't actually realise what she was saying, she was just sympathising.
"A sister?" Blake said quietly.
"Identical twin in actual fact," she continued. "We were total opposites, she was a proper geek who liked reason all these scientific books, she hardly had a social life," Mikaela started to laugh a bit as she told Blake about herself.
"You never told me this," Blake told Mikaela. Mikaela's gaze now found herself looking right at Blake, as a single tear left her eye.
"She was taken away from me one day," her words were soft and gentle. "Just like that gone," Blake understood why she would telling him this, to show she had been through the same pain. That she knew what he was going through.
