Being Enthralling

31. The Realization.

The Summer.

"Are you okay?" Blake asked, concerned was laced in his voice.

I didn't look at him and just kept staring at the grass. "No."

He exhaled loudly and sits beside me. "I'm sorry for asking that question. It was dumb."

I shook my head and wiped my tears, "Don't be."

I then craned my neck towards him and smiled, "I'm not okay now, but eventually I'll be." Somehow tears managed to roll down my cheeks.

Derek had created a huge scene in the school today by calling me a murderer.

I was feeling trapped in front of him, I looked around helplessly at my friends/ minions.
They all walked out of the class ignoring me. And then a few girls whom Derek had bullied and still bullied them, stood up for me. They managed to drag me out of that horrible classroom and took me to the nurse's cabin. I was shaking and was consumed with guilt.

All the fears and guilt had consumed me because of one night. The night, which has stolen my inner peace. And the night which gave me the tag of being a suspect to murder someone.

I was shaken because of the accusations thrown at me of being a murderer.

No one in town ever dared to raise a finger on me except Derek.

Blake offered me his napkin. I shook my head and wiped the tears with my own.

"I'm sorry I was not here."

"You were not my lawyer Blake so stop apologizing."

We sat in silence, gazing at the lake. It was quarter to 8 and the cool breeze was flowing towards our direction. It helped me to calm down.

"We should go somewhere tomorrow." Blake suggested.

"I'm not in the mood." I mumbled slowly.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the movies then for lunch."

Before I could say anything he added, "And it's final." He playfully smiled. Rolling my eyes, I said 'okay

The next day I was standing in front of the theater with two tickets.

And then I went inside to watch the movie alone.

Blake:

'Sorry I can't make it, April and I had a plan which slipped out of my mind. I'm really very sorry Anna. I promise tomorrow we'll go for sure.'

That tomorrow never came.

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The Autumn.

Jane, Natalia, and I were in the mall for shopping and then decided to have lunch in the food court.

On the top floor near the food court, we saw a poster of the play 'Romance in Peru.' The play was on a book which I had made read to all my friends. The author of the book was a local town girl and she was our senior. She participated in a writing contest, She won first place and her book was published.

And months before she has posted on social media, about her book being selected for a play.

And here it is!

"Diana." Natalia smirked at me. And I happily squealed.

"I'm free on Sunday we can go then." Jane said checking her schedule.