It Started with Skinny Jeans

(Ch 10)It Started With a Distraction

It Started With a Distraction

Over the next two days I was pretty busy. The first day hadn't been by choice though. I'd had my classes for the morning and was free for the rest of the day. Jackie had given us a free pass for her class for the day, with the intention that we worked on our assignments. 

I was grateful for the time and had every intention of using that time wisely, but it seemed Tommy had other ideas.  

I'd been sitting out by the lake, hoping to find some semblance of inspiration. Parent's Day was in a few days time and still I wasn't too sure how I was going to portray Scott. I was still in my depressed and hateful phase and had considered portraying Scott as a donkey. After all he was the biggest ass I knew.  

But then I thought of all the times we'd spent together. I thought about when we'd first met and all the arguments we'd shared. Part of me wishes that we'd kept arguing. It was so much easier than all of this. 

Then I remembered all the good times we'd shared and how for that brief moment I'd been truly happy. As much as I was hurting now, I knew I wouldn't give any of those happy moments to erase the heartache I felt.  

Yes, what Scott did and said to me hurt more than words could express. But, even though it had all been a lie, it was a lie that felt the realist to me. Pathetic, isn't it? How a lie is the truest form of affection I'd ever received from the opposite sex.  

I closed my eyes, soaking in the mid afternoon sun, hoping that its warmth would melt away the coldness in my heart and bring back the warmth that had once been my happiness. 

I sighed in contentment; feeling at peace for the first time since my cold encounter with Scott yesterday morning. I knew I should be working on my concept for the assignment, or better yet, I should be working on figuring out a concept that I could use.  

I really hated drawing a blank. To think only a few days before I'd been overflowing with ideas, now I couldn't recall what any of them were. It's amazing and yet so sad what the change of ones emotional state could do to them. 

I'd been be lying in the sun for a few minutes, still feeling sorry for myself, when a shadow obscured my vitamin enriched sunlight. 

I popped one eye open to see Tommy grinning at me.  

"What are you so happy about?" I question annoyed, though I knew I shouldn't be considering it wasn't his fault I was grumpy. "And could you please move. You're blocking my sun." 

My eyes closed and I heard him shuffling as he moved from his position, my sunlight coming back. I almost smiled as I felt that golden glow. 

"Boy, someone's in a bad mood." He commented from beside me. 

"If I am, I'm entitled to it. It's not everyday I get my heart stomped on." I said bitterly. 

"True,"  

He was silent after that brief reply and I would have thought he'd left if not for his presence that I felt close by. Opening my eyes, I turned my head to see him sitting beside me, his knees brought up to his chest, his arms resting on them as he looked out contemplatively across the waters. 

"I'm sorry," I found myself saying suddenly. 

He looked at me confused. "What for?" 

"For snapping at you like that." 

He shrugged it off. "No apology necessary." 

I sat up and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm a mess, aren't I?"