Forget Me Once, Regret Me Twice

Life Never Changes (chapter 7)

So im getting the hang of getting to you guys fast enough, with this story anyways :) I'm hoping that this will finally explain a mystery that you may have been wanting to know from the beginning.

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"Wait, you mean to tell me that you were the junior outcast, set by your best friend?"

I looked at Gale, with the concern, worry and disbelief in his green, beautiful eyes. I hated having to tell him like this, and wasn't planning to tell him this early anyways. I mean, do I even really know this guy? I've only met him a couple weeks ago once, and yesterday and today. I don't know if talking, texting and emailing would really count, because how could you really tell if they are telling the truth or not?

As these thoughts went through my head, I knew that I was just trying to get myself out of talking to him. I have that gut feeling when you know things are meant to be, or when something is going to go wrong, or with good judgement. That last one hasn't worked for me in the past, but I knew that Gale was here for me, through and through. So I will tell him, whether it be now, or later today. Please let it be later.

"Um, yeah. Sad, right? Always thought that if someone was your best friend, true and real, they would have your back. That they would always be there for you, no matter what. But she was just pretending. I don't understand why, and I don't think I ever will, but it's over now and I hope it never happens again."

Just as Gale opened his mouth to speak, the classroom door slammed shut, and a deep throat cleared, silencing the whole room. I look over to see an average height man, well built, and young. He seemed to be balding a little, though. Must be genetics. He looked person to person, and as they locked eyes with him, they seem to be terrified of him. He locked eyes with Gale and I felt him shudder next to me. It was my turn next, and I prepared myself. I've seen terrifying before, so I should handle this, and if I'm right, then it shouldn't be real.

As his eyes locked on mine, there was such blankness in his eyes. Well not blankness exactly, but more of a look that says "no one's home in the upstairs noggin." I felt goosbumps rise and the hairs at the back of my neck stand up, but I didn't shudder in horror, or anything. More of the likes of giving him back a stare, sending my own threatening feeling. I knew from the start as he walked in that it was more of a test. My old drama teacher taught us this method where as soon as we walk in the room, we have to portray the first play character we can think of. I played this hysterical, mad woman before and I entered  through the door with my hair crazy, I put in these yellow contacts, and cackled like a hyena. It was fun, to a point.

"'Her father loved me; oft invited me;

Still question’d me the story of my life,

From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,

That I have passed.

I ran it through, even from my boyish days,

To the very moment that he bade me tell it.'"

He still had his eyes on me when he quoted Othello, while also walking towards the mini stage on the front of the class. I relaxed, along side Gale and a few others that were relieved that he was not the mad man. Others were just confused, probably in this class to get out of any other class of actual work. They have no idea what they are getting into, because I know this guy is good. I know because he was the student teacher assistant at my old school my freshman and sophmore year. He left because he had a better offer going for him in Maine. I guess it didn't work out because here he is. This was a looker-upper because we got along so well, just as much in love with drama and theater as the other. It used to be him, Jenny and I that were always so eager for anything.