MARY LAKE
Have you ever felt like you are high on sugar so high that your whole stomach felt sweetened? That was how I felt after the drive I had with Tom.
I couldn't help smiling and laughing at Tom's voice when he shouted. He sounded like a rusted machine in working in one sentence, it was fun being with him.
I was sleeping on my bed when my phone beeped.
TOM: HI ANGEL, I ENJOYED MYSELF TODAY THANKS TO YOUR IDEA OF NATURAL STRESS RELIEVER.
MARY: YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME (GIGGLES).
TOM: HAVE A WONDERFUL NIGHT ANGEL 💝.
I couldn't hide the blush on my face. The fact that he used a love emoji made me both nervous and excited. What if he likes me? But he slept with Charlie and to say the truth, he was way out of my league. I mean who would want a girl who can't call her own name without stammering?
I felt pained at the thought of it, shaking my head to get rid of the thought, I switched off my phone and lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep at least not for that night. I couldn't sleep after finding out about my emotions or should I say accepting it?
I like Tom or should I say love him? Though I knew not to aim too high because Tom Jones was not someone that will want someone like me. Not even in my dreams. With those thoughts, I slept off but not after letting a few tears escaped my eyes and betrayed me.
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"I thought I made it clear to you that Tom is mine, so why am I still seeing you together?" Charlie shouted at me as I fidgeted with my hands.
She had stopped me on my way to the library and pushed me into the nearest room which happened to be the male toilet.
"C-charlie, t-there i-is n-nothing b-between T-tom and I--I," I said trying not to provoke her into hurting me like she did few months after she stopped being my friend. She had pushed me into a locker which happened to has a loose nail and it pierced my palm. The scar is still on my left palm.
"Even if something is going on between you, you wouldn't dare me but I know nothing is going on. I mean who will be with you a disgusting sick girl who can't call her own name?" She asked sounding genuinely curious.
Her words hurt me. She had always known the right thing to say to hurt my emotions probably because I spent my childhood with her and most of my secret as a kid.
"W-what di-id I e-ever d-do to-o y-you?" I asked as I looked at her face. She disgusted me but I will always be curious as to why she suddenly hate me.
"It is not what you did to me but what you do to the world by breathing," she said and smiled mockingly at me as she walked away.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0" I counted as I tried to calm myself down and not enter into a panic attack. I steady myself with the sink and rinsed my face. Removing the traces of weakness as I walked out of the toilet.
If only I could erase the only weakness. But, I am stuck with dyspraxia.
She was right, I wasn't worth the challenge.
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