Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 27:
The Coffee Connoisseur
The chocolate chips from the warm cookie begin to melt in my hand as I hold it tightly, intensely concentrating on the finale of this week's episode of my favourite reality show.
"You're breaking up with me? How could you do this to me Justin?" The reality contestant sobs.
"Yeah Justin, you jerk!" I shout at the TV, pointing at it furiously.
"I'm sorry Jessica but I can't lie to you anymore." The other contestant replies.
I slowly move the cookie towards my mouth, missing it at first and instead it hits my cheek. I try again, taking small bites whilst my eyes remain glued to the screen in front of me.
"In all honesty Jessica, it's not you it's me-"
I roll my eyes at his cliche comment.
"It's just, I think I'm actually in love with Kaitlyn." He tells his crying ex girlfriend.
My mouth falls open, shocked at the scene I am watching.
"You love Kaitlyn!" I shout again, cookie crumbs fly out of my mouth and scatter over my bed.
A knock at my door breaks me from my TV trance. I grab my phone to check the time; it's Saturday afternoon. Pulling my blanket over my pajamas, I quickly swallow the cookie before replying to the knock.
"Lola honey?" My mum asks, her head peeking around the door.
She spots me lying in bed with the cookie jar one side of me and the tv remote on the other. My curtains are shut, the same way they have been for the past two days.
"Do you feel well enough for me to come in?" She questions.
My mum is convinced that I'm sick, after all that is the lie I had told her when I arrived home from Sophie's on Thursday evening. Zac had driven me home and the worried look on my mother's face as she opened the door was enough to make me throw up again. I told her that I think the meatballs had given me food poisoning, blaming Steven's cooking and that was all I had to say for her to allow me to take the next day off of school.
I couldn't face walking through those hallways again. Seeing my scratched up locker which would remind me of that day.
The group were worried but I reassured them that I was fine and that I'd be as right as rain on Monday. Some posts on the school feed noticed my absence, some questioned if it had anything to do with the flag incident. Luckily for me, not enough people had seen it happen which meant that it didn't become top gossip.
This time I'd got through it but if anything like it happens again, I'm not sure it'll be the same.
"Yeah I feel a lot better today." I reply with a smile.
