My Time To Go

10

I decide to spend lunch with Daniel in the canteen.

Usually I skip most of my afternoon lessons, but today I was in a semi-decent mood to finish them. As well as the fact that my father was probably on the couch downing his 15th bottle of scotch, on his lucky day off and I did not  want to be present to witness that.

As I glance around the cafeteria I can see many tables crowded with people raising their voices to be heard. Many shuffling in with their heads bobbing about, while others simply hiding in the corner.

Oh how I hate it here.

But it's too hot to be galavanting outside, and the air conditioning in here is quite refreshing.

I eat my sandwich in silence, when Daniel suddenly interrupts.

"what's your problem?" he says.

"what do you mean?" I reply.

"You've been staring at the table with Rachael fucking Collins on it and she's been glancing back quite a few times. Is there something going on between you two?"

I glare and at him, silently cursing in my head while taking another bit of my sandwich.

"Oh my gosh! You fucked her", he exclaims.

Speechless, I choke on my sandwich as the cafeteria becomes silent.

All eyes on us. Including hers. No one moves. Daniel's eyes held confusion and shock at his newly stated theory and all I did was walk away, slinging my bag onto my shoulder.

As I walk out Daniel trails behind me like a lost puppy.

I knew he was looking for answers, for an explanation. He knew how much i disliked Rachael.

He quickly runs in front of me, to stop me from moving.

With a boyish grin he says, "You totally did. Was it good? was she begging for more?"

i couldn't help the grin that appeared on my face, as I push him out of the way.

"No I didn't fuck her", I reply while rolling my eyes, "Why would you think that?"

"Why would.. huh.. you've slept with most of the girls in the county, why wouldn't I think you fucked her? Plus, haven't you been going to her house for tutoring? Or is that code for fucking? Oh, your good, how did you get her to..."

I push him into a locker to shut him up as I see her making her way towards us.

"Dude I didn't have sex with her, and shutup she's coming", I whisper.

"Oh is that what you tell yourself? What, did you develop respect for women over night? I'm sorry did you make love to her?" he laughs, as I elbow him in the stomach.

"Make love to who?" Rachael asks, with disappointment in her eyes. 

I quickly panic, as I don't want her to think I'm not available, arghhh why does she make me feel like this?

"No one", I reply, "He's just being retarded"

"I'm not retarded, I'm Daniel, nice to meet you Cupcake. My friend has told me a lot about you." Daniel says with a smirk while taking her hand to kiss it.

I slap it away before his hand can make contact with her skin. I can't have him kissing her before I do. 

"He has?" Rachael replies while blushing and looking down.

"Nah not really, I just wanted to make you feel better, after you was so disappointed that he slept with someone and all", he replies.

Her face twists, and instantly her mood changes from confused and polite to upset and sour.

"I didn't sleep with anyone, why are you lying to her?" i reply while slapping him in the back of his head.

"No you don't have to defend yourself. It's not my business who you sleep with, do what you like." she utters under her breath.

"Seems like someone's jealous. I will leave you two love birds alone. Adiós", Daniel exclaims while hurriedly hopping down the hallway and out of the building.

I groan quietly at the scene he's created and think of a way to completely change the subject while running my hand through my hair.

"Rachael" I murmur while looking down at her.

That's when the smell of strawberry's hit me and I immediately want to hold her in my arms. The feeling is so overwhelming that my hands start shaking as her wide golden eyes stare back at me with hurt and confusion. I start to feel the urge to make the pain go away. To stop us both from suffering. To just end it, by kissing her and I start to lean into her, when she pushes me away.

"Do you think that I'm one of those hoes that you can just kiss and I would have sex with you?" She exclaims.

At first I'm confused but then I realise, that she's still the rich bitch that she's always been and I chuckle, thinking how stupid I am to think that she'll ever love me. Might as well play with her, if she's going to play with me

"You wouldn't be the first", I reply with a devilish grin.

"I am not going to sleep with you. You narcissistic jerk! Does this work on other girls? You show them a little bit of interest and they go running into your bed?"

"Well", I reply, "Most of the time, i don't need to show interest, they come running for themselves."

"You're sick, you know that", she mutters while shaking her head in disgust.

"why did you even come out here Pet?"

Thats when it all changed and she started to play with her fingers while hurriedly looking down in embarrassment. 

"I....I just..." she begins, but I don't let her finish as I take a step towards her.

"Did you want something from me, Princess?" I smirk wickedly as i can see her eyes erratically searching for somewhere to settle other than my eyes, and her hands begin to shake as I take another step towards her, until I am towering over her small figure with my finger resting under her chin.

"Princess?" I whisper into her ear, and I feel her buckle, so I place my arm around her waist.

Her eyes bore into mine. Her full pink lips daring me to kiss her when...

"ahemmmmm...... Rachieeeeeee! You left your lunch on the table and I know how much you lovveeeee brownies so I brought them to you. Enjoy!" Lisa exclaims while pushing the box of brownies into Rachael's hands and rushing down the hallway, but not without turning to wink at us.

"I'm so sorry", Rachael whispers nervously while turning around and walking away, pretty fast if I may add. 

But I didn't chase after her. I stayed rooted to my position like a soldier in war, waiting for her to come running to me. But she didn't. She rounded the corner and went to class. 

.......

That was the last we saw each other. 

Until Friday rolled around.