I was walking back home, terribly exhausted and attempting hard to get my mind off the whole “Aiden” incident. But obviously, it was a failed attempt, since it was apparently possible for things to get worst than the day had already proven.
I reminisced back tomy Math class, sitting on my desk with my head down and still recovering from my crying session in the washroom. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, but I was pretty sure my eyes were yet rimmed with red. So embarassing.
The students poured into the class and once we all settled down, Ms. Cassidy entered the class. The students immediately hushed down, a curious silence hanging in the air as if they knew something exciting was waiting for the day.
“Good afternoon, class. I am sure many of you already know, but for the ones who don’t; we have a new student to welcome to our school!” the teacher’s voice echoed off excitedly. It just sounded overly annoying and screechy.
No. No. Just…oh no. Not here. I was dreading this the entire day. Please be someone else. Please be someone else.
I was probably expecting some kind of miracle, but I knew it all too well; there is only one new student in our grade this year. Why my class?
The “Aiden-look-alike” walked into class, seeming completely uninterested and unaware of the eager gazes from the students. He strode lazily, his deep blue eyes searching for an empty desk. He did not, for even once gaze at my direction, the way our eyes had locked at the cafeteria. And I wasw more than content with that. I couldn't handle it any longer.
I was perplexed again, paralyzed in my spot. Suddenly it seemed like the room was lacking oxygen and it was getting hard to breathe. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fastened on him. A strange warmth charged through my body and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He always had that affect on me…
“Please introduce yourself to the class,” Ms. Cassidy’s voice cut into my thoughts.
The boy looked slightly at unease, with his hands inside the pockets of his loose pants and mumbled in a bored tone, “This is…”- I gulped, ready to jump out of my seat and wrap my around my angel the second he would say Aiden- “Blayze Turner.” Then he gestured a casual salute with his right hand and a hint of blue gum was visible while he chewed away.
A soft whistle blew across the class. All our heads turned, we discovered it was Katy with a cheeky smirk across her face. And the girls in the backseat whispered and eyed him hungrily for his obvious good looks. He didn't seem aware of this, but it was obvious that even if he did, he could probably care less. It made those girls ogling at him look quiet pathetic.
But yet, a sudden pang of jealousy blazed through me. I ignored it and reminded myself that this was not Aiden. This boy, standing in front of me is a total stranger...
Disappointment rushed through me, but I shoved it off immediately. What the hell was I expecting? Really? There is no Aiden…
Same voice. I swear, he has the exact same voice as Aiden’s, just lightly deeper. And Aiden’s tone always had a tinge of enthusiasm, but on the other hand “Blayze's”…not so much.
He approached the class, and chose a desk. Three sits in front of mine. I sighed in relief' at least, he’s not sat in the empty desk positioned right in front of mine.
Ashamed to admit, but unfortunately, I was way too distracted, admiring the back of Blayze's head the entire of Math class. And trying to figure out how in the world is it possible for a guy who only existed in my dreams to actually have a carbon copy. Things were getting freaky here…
I desperately had to stop thinking about him, I decided, as I finally reached the front door of my house. My mother’s back was turned, and I could see she was washing dishes and drying tea cups with a blue handkercheif.
“Hello, sweetie. How did your first day go?”
She settled the plates and glasses on the table, preparing my afternoon meal. As we sat down for a casual chat, I filled her in about the day and the mysterious new boy. Even though I had a horrible urgency to pour out all about how he looked like Aiden, I made sure to keep my mouth shut.
There is no doubt I will sound like a complete maniac, telling her about a boy who only came in my dreams. And how deeply in love I had been with “an angel” for four years. No need of her to think I had gone any crazier than she probably already thinks.
As I cleaned up my plate and was preparing to go up the stairs, my mother’s voice stopped me midway. “Catriana, you do remember that tomorrow is a special day, right?” she asked, her voice dropping and it was evidently filled with a dark sadness which reached out to me.
I searched through my mind. Tomorrow is August 2nd… Oh shoot. “Yes, of course. Dad..."
How could I even forget? My father had left the world on a stormy night of August 2 without a goodbye to his family. I felt the weight of his absence drowning in on me.
“Remember, we will be visiting the cemetery tomorrow evening, sweetie.”
I climbed up the stairs. a sharp guilt stabbing through me. My mind has been so occupied for the past few days that I hadn’t stopped and relaxed for even a second. I realized, really realized how much I missed my dad every second of my life since the day he left me.
I entered my bedroom, getting ready to start my homework when my cell phone started ringing. I picked it up, hearing Eva’s excited voice.
“Hey, Cat! Are you free this Sunday? Trust me, you will want to hear this, sweets.”
I searched my mind and concluded that I was most probably free. My weekends are mostly comsisted of finishing up homework and dropping by Eva or Fiona’s place and watching some chick flicks with huge bags of pop corn with excess butter. “Uhh….I guess so.”
“Alright. Well, Brian is throwing a party and Fiona and I are definitely going. No questions. Pretty much the entire school comes and Brian’s parents are going to be out. Party’s going to be quite wild! You know the drill.”
I wasn’t really a party girl, so I searched my mind for an excuse. I have been to previous parties the popular kids threw quite frequently during the weekends. And yes, they definitely were quite “wild”.
“Caaaat, come on! Oh, you would like this. Guess who’s Brian’s neighbour?”
“Umm...I don’t know. How does that relate to me anyways, Eva?” I asked, getting exhausted. She won’t leave me alone for the entire week until I said yes.
“His neighbour is Blayze, you dummy! Why do you think I would be asking such a question. And there is a big chance he will be at the party.”
I do not know why and I knew he was not who I thought he was, but without another thought I surprised myself, replying, “Fine. I am going. And no, I am not going for Blayze. I am going for me, to save myself the trouble of surviving through your nagging all week, Eva.”
“I don’t na-whatever. Just glad you said yes!”
With that, we ended our conversation. I convinced myself it was the right choice to say yes to the party. I need a distraction, and this might be just the thing. And Blyaze won't probably even be there.
Not like I care anyways. I mean…why should I? He’s a complete stranger. And in all honesty, maybe I really needed to find myself a guy. I mean...who knows. Maybe I will bump across someone cute, I hoped, mentally crossing my fingers.
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Beautiful Blasphemy
Fantasy"You know that's a lie. There was no trouble, nothing to fight for up there. But here in earth...it's full of darkness and you're willing to put your life in danger? Is this really your definition of a perfect life; fighting against forces and being...
