Set Her Free

16.

Ever since Friday night, the air has been so awkward between Zachary and I. Three days have gone by and I'm pretty sure I've seen him only three or four times and I don't know whether to be bothered by that or just take it in.

On Saturday, I saw him talking to Sharon from the bonfire and if I said I wasn't jealous, then I'd be a big liar. I literally spent my whole day after that stuck up in my room just binging movies after movies to make time go by and get my mind to stop overthinking the situation. Every time I'd get over it, flashbacks of Friday run through my head and a sense of regret just makes me wish I never even went that far with him in the first place. I ended up watching all the mama mia movies until I was in a completely different world where Zach didn't exist and I wouldn't have to worry about what'll happen next when I came across him again.

Weird enough I don't know if I wished too hard but on Sunday, I didn't bump into him or Levi the entire day. Instead of just repeating the whole process of locking myself in my dorm and not being able to function without the company of those two boys, I decided to shower, put on some clothes and actually be productive and socialize. On my way down I bumped into Cindy who actually turned out to be not so mute and antisocial as she was at the bonfire. We ended up going to the diner and having lunch, connecting and getting to know each other better.

Cindy was from Jamaica and grew up there until she moved to the States with her family when she was ten. You could literally tell by looking at her  that she was an island girl; from her long, dirty blonde hair to her green eyes, chubby round face and well, the most obvious hour glass and tanned figure. She was the only girl amongst her two other brothers, they were triplets and one of them was here with her at Yale whilst the other is pursuing his interest in music somewhere around the world. This girl was a sucker for art. For an entire half hour, she spoke to me about a hundred artists and their background, I'm pretty sure if I joined an art class right now, I'd pass it with just the knowledge I gained today. I ended up even telling her about my whole Andrew situation and the incident with the drugs and him escaping jail. Funny enough she knew who I was talking about and at this point, I wondered if everyone knew about him and his psychopath lifestyle. However, the day actually took a 180 turn and in a good way. I didn't even think about Zach once or about Friday. It was all just refreshing to spend time with someone new and so different from me, yet we connected so much. We ended up walking back to campus and exchanging numbers and social media accounts  just to stay in touch.

This morning I grabbed a coffee and just sat down alone at the grassy area where everyone else was in their friend groups talking, listening to music, reading and the list goes on. On my way back up, I saw Zach and from a distance, he smiled at me, waved and just walked away and I just couldn't take it anymore. By the time I got to where he stood, there was no sign of him anywhere so the next best thing to do was speak to Levi, who I'm sure already knew about everything. As much as I wanted to speak to Zach, my ego was too big and I'm too prideful to ever make the first move even though it meant letting my thoughts just swallow me alive. I couldn't even let him know that just that kiss was taking such a huge toll on my thoughts.

I knocked on Levi's door once, there was no response. The second time, still no response and because of the loud music I knew he was in there, so my next move was to barge in, and the moment I did, a loud scream came from a girl under Levi, making him quickly jump off but not fast enough to catch up with me. In less than a minute, I was in my room regretting my whole flight to America in the first place.

"Liz Anne open the door," I heard Levi call out from the other side of my door but I couldn't even face him without the image I walked in on popping up in my head.

"No, It's okay you can go back to your dorm."

"Well there's nothing for me to do in my dorm," the disappointment laced his words, "just open up and let's talk."