Everything in Between

Chapter Two

It's now a month into my senior year. The buzz around school is homecoming. Literally, everyone is talking about how someone asked them to homecoming; or even how their friends got asked and how they're "not going to get a date". It's a month away too. Girl Talk right there. And in case you're wondering; yes, Cayson sits next to me in history still. Also, I have every class with Cayson. I have no idea of how that happended but I don't ever want to think about it.

The bell rings, signaling the start of first period, and I make my way to the doors to go outside to the english building. As I'm walking, I hear a very familiar voice yelling. And to my surprise, it's Cayson and Arian Quentin. Arian is this chick that I've known my whole life. We stopped being friends last year because apparently, I "wasn't a good friend" and I "can't support her in her decisions in life". But she was the one who made up this lie last year about how I cheated on Cayson, just to get the attention off of her because she was the one who was messing around with him. So as of right now, I don't have any friends. I have acquaintances, just not friends.

I can't hear what they're saying, but I know Arian is literally whisper screaming at him and, him being the person he is, walks off without saying many thing, and walks straight towards me. We make eye contact. I freeze, remembering just how green his eyes really are.

"Hey, Zaire." Cayson is staring at me right in the eyes, and all I'm doing is remembering everything he has done to me. Thinking that he was going to stand there and actually walk with me to class, I watch him walk away down to the end of the hall.

I look snap out of the small trance and continue walking to the English building- the history classes are in the English building. It makes no sense,
I know.

I get into Mr. Richards class, and walk to my spot. I got in here early today. There's only 5 other people in the room. But this time when I pull my chair off of the desk, Cayson is right next to me, also pulling the chair off the desk.

The rest of the day is almost pretty much the same. I walk to class and Cayson, like always sits next to me in every class. Just not Mrs. Willson's class. That woman is the most crazy, and just plain old mean, lady I've ever known. I sit in the back of the classroom, while Cayson is in the row to my right, three desks up.

After calculus, the last bell rings, and I make my way to my car.

I always remember sophomore year when he asked me to prom. I walked out to his car after school and saw a perfect looking boy standing next to it car, holding flowers, seeing streamers, and paint all over the car saying "Homecoming?"

Those were the good days. Before anything happened. And I wish it never happened.

I get to my car, and I decide to just go to the library and do some studying. Since I have no friends, I can use my time to study.