Blame it on me' ~ Post Malone

21.

Without asking if I liked it, he jumped on the stairs. He sat down a bit away from me and stared at the stars. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just kept doing what I was doing. "So, what are you doing here?" His voice disturbed my perfect peace. It was only a few centimeters, or I was down the stairs. He did not realize it and seemed to be waiting for an answer. His question surprised me a bit. Did I reply to that? "Waiting for my friend. " The word friend made me moody. Brenda was a lovely friend. She dragged me to a party that I didn't want to go to. "And you don't look that enthusiastic about it?" "You see that right. I want to leave here."

My desire was perhaps not the only reason. I didn't want to be here. The chance that Austin walked by was big. It was hard enough to avoid him at school. I didn't want to see his eyes, which were filled with sorrow if I had to believe Brenda. I didn't want to see him anymore because it wouldn't help handle this. That way, I got nowhere. "Do I have to take you home?" "You don't know where I live." "You could say it." Oh, so he was such a type? "I'll wait for my friend," I said, lifting my knees. "Who is your friend? Maybe I know her." "Brenda." "Are you a friend of Brenda?" What was so special about it then? "Yes, is that bad?" I raised an eyebrow, but I thought he probably didn't see it in the twilight, with only the moon shining on us. "No, but I thought I already knew all her friends. Are you from outside Los Angeles then?" "You can say that, yes." "Why?" Could he never shut up and go away? I started to get it on my hips from him. I wanted to be alone. "I am from the Netherlands." "Where is that?" The question made me laugh. "Somewhere in Europe." "What are you doing here?" What was this? An interrogation.

I was about to lose my temper, so I immediately told the whole story. Then maybe he kept his mouth shut for a moment. "I'm on an exchange project here. I'm with a host family, so the host family is with Brenda." "So you're the girl Austin is talking about?" Austin? What does he have to do with this? Even in the twilight, I saw his eyes sparkle and the corners of his mouth tremble. What did this boy know about me, and who was he?

I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore, so I started firing questions at him one after the other. "So now you know all of that." His mouth made a small smile, and I saw him take a good look at me. "He has some good taste." I heard him mutter exactly. I barely heard it; my thoughts were somewhere far away. The boy who was sitting next to me was Colby. And apparently, I had already seen him. Outside on the schoolyard, when Austin waved at me. But of course, I hadn't looked at him then, just at Austin. He knew a lot about me and said that Austin did not keep his mouth shut about me until a while ago.

He didn't detail what Austin said, but I had already suspected that. The fact that I cried a lot would often appear in his stories. "He has changed a lot, you know. He is so quiet." Colby muttered half. "Who?" It confused me again. Who was he talking about? But before he could formulate his answer, we were startled by a door that slammed shut. I paid no attention to it until a loud voice was heard. "Colby, is that you?" That voice seemed familiar. The tightness in my chest seemed to confirm that. I didn't dare turn around. I didn't want certainty. I hoped it wasn't him or he wouldn't see me. "Yup, I'm here, Austin."

Okay, option one was no longer possible. I felt the tears accumulate in my eyes, and I tried to get away from it before they realized something. "Come on, I've had it here," Austin said with a hoarse voice. His voice had a sad undertone. Colby hadn't lied. "Uhm, do you mind if I leave you here alone?" Colby seemed to doubt; why didn't I know. "Oh, Colby. Sorry man. I didn't know she was with you." "She's not with me; I was with her." Colby corrected him. I didn't want to say anything. At the moment, I wish I could do magic. Just move my hands and manipulate the situation. But I still lived in the real world, not in a fantasy, so that wasn't going to happen. "I was going to go anyway; I don't care." I lied. Austin's footsteps, moving ever closer to the steps, suddenly stopped. I didn't need confirmation.

I knew he realized it was me.