Two weeks passed and I was able to calm down a little. I had seen no sign of him, and probably won’t. I was over reacting. People around me had noticed that I was acting different and I was so sick of having people ask me if I was okay. Obviously I wasn’t, but if I wanted to talk, then I would. But I didn’t want to talk so I didn’t. I think at this point I can probably let it go, I’ll never see him again so I will just pretend like it never happened.
Exactly two weeks after the incident I woke up with a message on my phone from my friend Clara. She wanted to meet for coffee. I have been neglecting her quite a bit lately, so I owe her some time. She is a really good friend, and I’m sorry I couldn’t get up the courage to talk to her about what has happened, but I really couldn’t. I know she would be understanding, but I just can’t bring myself to speak about it. Although, maybe I’ll never have to. I don’t think anyone would believe me about anything even if I said something.
My parents were no longer making Tom drive me, so I was able to drive my own car to school. I got up early to shower and curl my hair and pin half of it back with a rose pin. I put on a tan and red lace tank top and a pair of pale denim jeans and my tan baby heal wedge shoes. I put on my usual minimal make up and was ready to go early that morning. With my backpack ready to go I took a juice from the kitchen and one of Marie, the cooks, freshly baked muffins. I was eating more normal nowadays, more than normal actually. After not eating much this past week I’ve been really hungry. But I need to calm down I guess before I make myself sick. I can’t give anyone more reason to worry about me.
I’ll eat my breakfast once I get to school and meet with up with Clara. When I get to the school I park and head right to the café that Clara and I really like. It is quite cute and peaceful. The weather is not so nice today, clouded over and a little windy. I wish I would have brought a jacket. I’m a little cold.
The café is a warm welcome when I step in. Clara is already here, sitting in the corner on the nice plushy chairs.
“Hey there.” I smile and sit down in my chair.
“Addy! You actually came!” Clara says, putting down her phone.
“Yah.” I nod. “Surprise!” I said in a sing song voice. “Sorry I’ve been spacy lately. Had a lot...going on.”
“I could tell.” Clara nods. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Um…not really.” I cast my gaze down and shake my head. “Sorry, but…I just can’t.”
“Well…if you want to ever, chat, I’m here.” Clara says.
“I know.” I nod. Clara is such a good friend of mine. We’ve been friends since Middle School. Everyone was teasing me about how much time I spent in the water, and they were teasing her about her bright red hair. We found solace in each other and were able to build each other up through the bullying. Now she is such a good friend of mine. I feel bad for casting her off these past few weeks.
“You’ve been off, I’m worried about you.” Clara says softly.
