The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

21 My Immortal

21

"How's school going?" Cordelia asks taking sips of her coffee.

We were currently in a small restaurant downtown. It was one of those you'd see in a scene from a sitcom. 

"It's okay," I reply. "New student in my class. He's sort of an ass. Lots of tattoos."

She laughed. "You're welcome."

"Thank you?"

"Don't be like that Hayley. You know why he's there," she scolded.

"Whatever. Anyways, how's the devil?"

"Who?"

"Jeff."

"Hayley!"

"Kidding. You're too serious."

"You know how I am. He's okay I guess. We're both stressed," she began to tap her long red fingernails on the table.

"What's been going on?" I don't know why I asked. Not like I could help. I always sucked at helping anyone.

She sighed. "I went to the doctors Friday."

"You mean the day you kicked me out of the house?"

"Yes, that day. So recently Jeff and I have been trying for a baby. I thought there was something wrong with me. Jeff always denied it. So I went to the doctors without him."

Please let everything be okay. "What'd they say?"

"I have PCOS. I can never have kids. Ever," she teared up. "Jeff really wanted one. At least one. What's the point of being with him if I can't give him what he wants?" She was sobbing now.

I got up from my seat and guided her outside. Not like this slow ass restaurant took our order yet anyways.

"Let's go for a walk," I suggested.

"No. I'd rather just go home," she sobbed.

"But you're crying. You can't drive like this. Let's go for a walk first."

"Fine."

We ended up walking three blocks before she wanted to go back. She didn't say anything at all. I didn't either. What was I supposed to say?! Sorry you can't have kids?

God I'm horrible at things like this.

She dropped me off at home.

I said bye but she replied with nothing.

Now what to do? I didn't have to work till tomorrow. I'm guessing Oliver wasn't here since his motorcycle wasn't parked in front.

Maybe I should try and talk to Jay.

I dialed his number. No answer. Again. No answer. What the hell? Why can't Jay and Oliver get over themselves and tell me what happened?!

Screw it. I'm going to drive to his father's restaurant and ask for him.

The warm air greeted me as I walked in. A waitress approached me. Violet.

"Table of one?" she asked.

"No. I'm actually looking for Jay."

"Name?"

I guess she doesn't remember me, "Hayley."

"He's not here," she stammered. Lies.

"Please Violet! I'll only be a sec."

She sighed. "You never saw me. And he's in the kitchen."