Dear, Bunny

『🐰10』

B U N N Y

"Bunny?" I felt someone whisper in my ear.

"Huh?" I closed my locker and turned around to see Gabriel standing in front of me wearing an long sleeve blue shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Is there a reason why you were sprawled on the couch this morning?"

"Um..." I looked around, still lost in thought.

He raised an eyebrow at me— frowning.

"I guess I fell asleep," I replied feeling kind of stupid. I didn't want to discuss about this morning or anything in that matter. I wanted to be left alone.

"Hey...are you okay about last night?" He looks a little worried.

I nodded even though I was far from okay.

He nodded a little and looks down. "Well... I think you should talk to Willow."

"Ga-"

He cuts me off.

"She's my best friend. You're my best friend! I don't know what happen but it's causing a lot of discomfort towards everyone. Like you and Kat for instance."

Why did he have to go and bring her up for?

"I guess..." I was in no mood to see her perky smile and demanding blue eyes. Gabe's lips pressed against my left cheek brought me back to reality.

"Thanks,"he smiles. "You'll find her out on the balcony."

I sighed, making my way to the sliding glass doors whilst witnessing Willow leaning over the ledge.

Her eyes opened and she smiles a, "Good morning."

"Hi..."

"I'm really sorry. I was wrong- I,"

"It's fine," I lied. It wasn't... It'll never be. If I had any chance misled her I certainly didn't mean to. I felt no feelings for her.

"You don't have to be so modest,"she smirks—grabbing my arm. Her hands were strong yet at the same time gentle.

She gently leans in and I turned away. She sighs and pressed her warm lips to my cheek. "It was fun while it lasted." When I looked back, she was gone.

On my way home from School I get a message from Gabe to meet him for lunch.

I flopped down in the booth seated across from him.

We were at Geronimo awaiting of our orders. Nearing starvation, I studied the young waiter steadily approaching. His black uniform neatly ironed and tucked in, the white tie around his neck suffocating him.

He held a wooden platter towards me. There was a piece of warm bread with a slab of melting yellow butter and a thick, hearty slice of roasted pork. I felt no need for pretentious manners and grabbed the pork, ripping a chunk off with my teeth whilst he peels away the oily corn husks wrapped around the tamale, the grease coating his fingers. He took a bite of the blend of cornmeal, chicken, and cream cheese.

"So, what's wrong?"he asks.

"Nothing's the matter," I say faking innocence.

"Cut the bullshit. We've been best friends long enough for me to know when something's bothering you."

"I'm fine!" I protest scrapping the fuck out of my plate. So I eat when I'm in stress!