If You Can't See The Sign, Wait For It

every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

A week later my foot felt way better and I can walk normal again.

Did I say that I hate school? There's no need, every teenager does. But somehow, the idea of it didn't seem so bad anymore. At least I wouldn't be spending the days watching and listening to my family fight. I didn't even want to hope for things to get better anymore, it was just too disappointing.

It has been a long week. It's Friday and asides the weekend that's ahead I'm so anxious because finally I'll get to see my best friend, and the only real friend I have. We're so close since little kids and I love her so much. I can't imagine life without Lola.

Last period was over and I was at my locker taking some books to head home when someone tapped my shoulder.

The only thing I could think right now is about getting away from school as fast as I could and go meet my best friend.

When I twisted my eyes were wide open.

"Remember me?" Tall athletic-looking guy with curly brown hair, friendly eyes, and an innocent face said, and of course I do, who could ever forget someone like him.

"Marcus' brother, Andres, right?" I said, trying to sound as calm as I could.

"Yeah, hi!" He seemed... pleased about the fact that I remember his name? "It's just that you seem a little lost that night Megan, you know?" He said reading my mind.

But honestly I was the one who was impressed. He remembers me and I don't know why but it feels good.

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off, thank God, it's not like I knew what to say,

"Anyways, do you know where I can find my brother?"

Actually, I had no idea, after all we weren't the best friends, in fact we weren't even friends, and I'm sure as hell that he wouldn't want people to find out what happened last Friday night.

"I don-" With the corner of my eye I got to see a well formed figure to my left and turned my face completely advertising that it was Marcus on his way here, "there he is." I sighed.

"Hey, man." he said.

"What are you doing here?" His brother hissed.

"I've came to pick you up. We have lunch with mom and dad today, remember? Like the old times." Andres was as excited as a five year old little boy who had been handed a lollipop.

"I have my car." He said with the most cold tone I've heard from him.

"Look, I know I've messed up in the past and it didn't help when I left but I came back so we can work things out," innocent eyes apparently looking for... forgiveness? "I just can't stand the idea of you walking around hating me." Andres sighed.

"We don't have to talk about this here." Marcus was looking around uncontrollably like if he were nervous about being caught.

He turned around and stalked down the hall. Andres was following him when his brother stopped abruptly and then-

"You know what? We don't have to talk about this here or anywhere else. We're done, brother." Hazel eyes in flame.

And before storming out completely, Marcus said from his shoulder, "Oh and kid, you didn't see or hear anything." And then he was gone.

So, he noticed me. My jaw tightened, as I shoot him a furious glare, how can he be so arrogant?

Andres looked so isolated that made me want to go and hug him until the pain went away. But I trashed the idea as fast as it has came.