Letters For Indie

~Chapter 5~

"Shit. I am so sorry," the beautiful boy in front of me muttered.

He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders to prop me up.

He was tall, standing at about six feet, with flawless and slightly tanned skin. His dark brown hair was messy, in the the most breathtaking of ways.

His eyes resembled a whirlwind of chocolate, which seemed to slowly churn, captivating me more and more by the second.

Wait...what?

This idiot just carelessly slammed into you, spilling the delicious, crispy burgers that you've been craving for the past forty minutes!

Snap out of it, Indie.

"Sorry. Sorry, sorry," He bent down again and picked up the now dead burgers. The paper bag was torn and there was tomato, lettuce, and grilled cheese scattered everywhere.

I felt my heart wrench.

Not because I took a blow to the face with some deadly ketchup and mustard, but because I was famished and my food was no more.

The disappointment turned into anger. "What the hell?" I shouted right in his face, "I waited hours for those burgers!"

I made sure to coat each and every word with as much fury as possible. "Are you blind or something? Look what you did!"

He opened his mouth in attempt to say something, but I was too frustrated to listen.

"God, don't any of you have any manners? You're all filthy, selfish bastards around here!"

"Listen, I'm really sorry," he paused and stuck out his hand to pick a leaf of lettuce out of my hair.

"Let me buy you some new burgers. It's the least I can do for a beautiful girl like you," He flashed a handsome smile in my direction and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

"No, you've done enough! I can't....you are.....why the....URGH!"

I felt like slapping the annoyingly kind smile off his face.

After all the commotion he's just caused, he decides to flirt his way out?

He tries to reach over again, but I swat his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" I snap rudely. By now, every single eye in the whole restaurant was on me.

A few boys, probably his friends, were grinning widely and snickering. Even the girl slobbering over her boyfriend's face paused to glance at me.

Most likely every student from Hallowsbury High was present in this room. What a great way to start off fresh in your senior year.

I felt my cheeks burning and I grabbed my purse off the ground.

Once I was back on my feet, I held my head high, when in reality, I wanted to curl up into a tight ball and cry, or at least roll back to Washington.

Mr. Colgate Smile was still standing in front of me, his lanky feet planted firmly on the ground, and his hands tucked away in his pockets.

He observed me and smirked slightly. Is he waiting for me to cry or something?

I shoved past him and headed for the door, thankful my mascara was waterproof.

The last thing I saw walking out of "The Peach Pit" was his friends hoarding him with slaps on the back and all of them laughing heartily.

I wanted to run home and walk right into my father's arms with the smell of cologne on my back. I just needed someone for comfort.

But, in reality, I was way too proud to give in and actually turn to Martin for help.

I returned to Martin's house the same way I had left it, with a blank expression on my face.

I hope my eyes didn't show any visible sign that I had cried, or that I felt hatred towards everything and everyone at the moment.

"Indie, honey, hi!" exclaimed Jewel as I walked through the door.

"I was starting to get a bit worried that you lost your way, but here you are!"

There were two large buckets of fried chicken and a tray of biscuits on the little dining table.

I guess they've moved on from burgers.

"You must be hungry, huh? Have some lunch." she giggled, "How was your first day in Hallowsbury?"

Just peachy.

Ignoring her second question, I said, "I'm not hungry anymore. But thank you."

I trudged up the steps and opened the door, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

I was surprised that even the simplest of things brought tears to my eyes.

But I'm not going to cry.

I'm almost out of tears.