Be Mine: A Georgiana & Michael short story (Illusion of Certainty Short Story)

Be Still

Chapter Three – Be Still

Valentine’s Day

“You’re the only one who hasn’t ordered any flowers.” I glanced up at my former best friend and then back down at my book. She wasn’t that interesting and the only reason she was over here was to gloat.

“Why do you care?”

“Oh I don’t know, Gee, maybe it’s because I never realized how pathetic you were until now.”

I pursed my lips, reading something interesting in my book. I only got the beginning of that sentence but I figure I might as well give her an answer. “Uh-huh. That’s great, Harriet.”

“You’re not even listening to me are you?”

“Um, no. I’m too busy reading about the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. It’s far more interesting than you and your talk of meaningless flowers. Did you know a shot gun was used to destroy the faces of two of the victims, leaving them unrecognizable?”

“Wow. You’ve really sunk so far passed the sanity level it’s not even funny. Not to mention how jaded you are. People kept saying it but I never believed it.” She sat down in the seat across from me. “You’re like one of those jade lion statues. I’d say it’s adorable but it’s really not. Green isn’t your color and neither is crazy.”

“And all I have to say to that is you have no idea what you’re talking about. So you should just go.”

“You’ve become very antisocial.”

“And you’ve become so many other things it would take me the rest of the day to list them all. Now run along and play with your disease ridden friends. Unless you don’t have any and that’s why you’re here talking to me.”

“And the girl’s still got bite,” Mark said while placing his lunch tray down next to me. “You should be careful, Harriet, she just might bite your hand off.”

Harriet just huffed and left, afraid to make fun of me when I wasn’t alone. He moved around to her seat, giving me some space. The only person here lately I liked sitting next to was my brother. I don’t know why but it was a weird tick I’d picked up since New York. Maybe it was the latent memory of seeing him fly back and hit the wall that was the problem. I wanted to make sure he was ok and the only way to do that was to keep him close without letting him know what I was doing.

“So,” Mark said while unwrapping his silverware and bringing me out of my thoughts. “Whatcha reading?”

I held up the book and he grimaced. “Could’ve done without the visual, thank you. You’d think they would make less scary book covers.”

I put the book back down and smiled. “You asked.”

“And a simple answer would’ve sufficed. Are you coming tonight?”

“Do you mean to the dance or to your party afterwards?”

“Both.”

“Go with no. I’m going to stay in and watch movies all night.”

“By yourself?” I nodded and he shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s the holiday of love. You need to have some fun. At least come to my party. I’ll keep you company and everything.”

“Um, no. For one, you have a date. And for two, the last time I went to your party, I got a freshman’s hand up my skirt. There is no way you could get me there, even if you paid me.”

“That was like a onetime thing. Please come. I swear you’ll enjoy it. I can even cancel my date…”

“You are not canceling your date. You will enjoy your party…and her.” My face screwed up in a grossed out look at the words that just found their way out of my mouth.