Classic Rock

Wrong

When Friday came around, I headed towards the library to return some overdue books. Usually I'm on time for these sort of things, but I've been pretty busy lately.

I walked in and greeted the girl at the front desk. I told her student information and she politely took the books from me.
"That's such a pretty hair color!" She grinned, "Did you dye it?"
"Oh no, it's natural." I gave a shy smile, "It was a little darker when I was little."
"Really? It's so white!" Her eyes widened. "Well, it looks good on you!"
"Thanks." I smiled.

On my way out, I quickly glanced around the room and saw Dexter sitting at table listening to music. I should go and say hi. A student walked past me and he looked familiar, but I never met him before. He walked towards Dexter's table and sat in front of him. Dexter smiled as soon as he sat down.
It's the guy from before...

I decided to spy on them by sitting at a table that was further away. They were talking normally but it seemed different...Dexter smiled a lot more when the other guy talked. I adjusted my glasses and a put a finger on my chin. He's just a friend right...?
I looked back at them and the guy got up to leave.

"What are you doing?" Someone whispered in my ear. I jumped back, realizing it was Alice.
"Don't scare me like that! Jesus..." I sighed in relief.
"Why do you look so suspicious?" She giggled. "Are you...spying on someone?"
"No! I was—just sitting here."
I darted my eyes back to Dexter and his eyes locked with mine. I panicked.
"I'll see you later, Alice." I got up to walk out.
"O-okay...?"

I rushed out of the library doors and ran into one of the buildings that I had class in. I waited for my heart to calm down and put a hand on my chest.
Does he know I was watching him? No, he couldn't have... I sighed and leaned against the wall. I heard a door close and Dexter slowly walked my way. I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.

"Simon, are you okay?" He asked.
I couldn't look up at him...
"I'm fine." I stared at my feet.
"You're a terrible liar." He put his hands in his pockets, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing—"
"I really don't wanna go through this again, Simon." His tone was stern, "Tell me."

"I...I thought something was going on, but...I don't know."
"...what are you talking about?"
"The guy you were with...I thought that..."
"He's a friend from my jazz literature class." He calmly said, "He plays in the band for the school and we were talking about collaborating together."
"Oh."
"You seriously freaked out over that?"

"I didn't know, okay?! I looked different from my end!" I yelled.
"Why are you yelling at me?! All you had to do was ask!" He raised his hands, "Your always freaking about stupid shit."
"So it's wrong to worry?" I crossed my arms.
"No, but we are people. We talk to each other so that nothing is a guessing game. If you're gonna freak out about every little thing, then—"

He stopped and angrily sighed.
"Then I can't do this with you." He finished. My heart raced as I tried to find what to say. He rolled his eyes and placed his headphones on his head.
"I'll see you later." He left, slamming the door behind him.
I bit my lip to hold back tears, and walked out the door, slowly making my way to my apartment.

I went into my bedroom and threw the blanket over me as I cried into my pillow.