The next day I wake up at 1 in the afternoon due to me tossing and turning all night in reaction of Reece's absence.
I sit up in my bed and bring my knees to my chest, looking out the windows to my right. The view looked out to a bunch of expensive looking office buildings to match this expensive apartment complex.
After I get out of bed I make myself French toast and well, I eat it. A few hours later I'm taking the train to work because Reece isn't here to drive me.
"Hey Aiden," Emily smiles as I walk behind the counter, "Hey," I reply grabbing an apron off the wall, "Aiden, booth 4," Cynthia says coming from the kitchen, "on it," I say picking up a notepad and a pen. As I'm walking down the isle I'm writing the date so I don't get the chance to see who I'm serving until I'm saying, "hello, I'm Aiden and I'll be your..." I realize sitting in booth 4 is Blake and a girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes.
"...I'll be your server today. Can I get you started with anything?" I ask ignoring the elephant in the room, "Yeah. A new server," Blake says in a snobby tone, "you're just mad at me because I found out the truth and ended things before you got the chance to ghost me," I say getting close to his face.
"Now, can I get you started with any drinks?" I ask completely changing attitude and standing up straight, "I'll have a water please," the green-eyed girl says, "Alright, and for you," I ask turning to Blake, "same as her," he says glaring at me.
I write down their orders and walk back to the kitchen, "that's Blake," Emily says in awe, "yeah, it is," I scoff, "What did you say to him?" She asks, "well he asked for a new server and I said 'your just mad that I found out the truth and ended things before you got the chance to ghost me' and that shut him right up," I chuckle, "damn, Aiden," Emily says holding her hand up for a high five. I hit mine against hers before walking to the kitchen to grab their waters.
After my shift I come home and instantly fall onto my bed. However, I'm only laying for a few seconds before my phone rings. It's Reece.
"Hey Reece," I say answering as soon as possible, "Hello, love. How are you?" He asks softly, "it's lonely here without you," I sigh, "is it? I'm sorry," he replies, "speaking of, why didn't you ever tell me that you had a job?" I ask, "uh...well I feel like that's something I should tell you in person," he says unsure, "why?" I ask, "because it's a long story," he sighs.
Reece and I only call for about ten minutes before he has to go. I end up falling asleep in my clothes on top of the sheets.
A few days pass and I'm back in school. My skirt gets caught in my locker as I slam it shut and I'm forced to re-enter my code. Sighing, I turn the nob 26 to the right, 5 to the left, then 10 to the right opening my locker and releasing my skirt.
Realizing I forgot my textbook in my locker, I sigh and put in my code once again.
After grabbing everything I need for chemistry, I make my way down the hall and up the stairs to the chemistry lab.
When I sit down, however, I realize that it's the same girl from the diner a few days ago. She must be new. "Hey, I'm Iris," she smiles and says softly, "I'm Aiden," I reply, smiling back, "you're the waitress from the other day, right?" She asks, "yeah," I nod, "I ended things with Blake because he wouldn't tell me what was going on. What was the truth?" She asks, "well, he would take a different girl every week on the same exact date, make her feel like they had something, then I guess he would ghost them," I shrug.
"How'd you find out?" She asks, "my boyfriend used to be really good friends with him," I reply, "Reece Bibby, right?" She asks, "yeah, how'd you know?" I reply, asking another question as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Our parents are friends. We've known each other for years," she replies, "oh that's great." I nod.
School drags on for what feels like a year but it eventually ends and I'm on the train downtown, but I'm going to the arts and crafts store to get a large canvas for my art project.
I decide my painting is going to be of three guitars hanging on the wall representing George, my dad, and Reece. In that order. My dad's guitar will be all broken and completely destroyed, George's and Reece's will be broken but still in once piece. Representing how many hits they've taken and basically their...spirit? Soul? Something like that.
