There's something about you now, I can't quite figure it out
-You & Me, Lifehouse
Maybe just a touch of a hand
-Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran
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Chapter 11
Cassie POV
It turned out that Zachary had heard of Ed Sheeran he just hadn't known it. He even knew the lyrics of Lego House. He just never knew who sung it.
I had taken it as my mission to educate Zachary on all things Sheeran. Yes, that's right. I had put aside our unfortunate past and was now willingly spending time with him.
It was two weeks, since that crying day in the parking lot, and with every day, I was thankful that I had decided to give our friendship another chance.
He was a great friend. His witty comebacks always brought a laugh to my day, and he was really easy to talk to. He was also thoughtful and always ready to lend an ear. Not that I used his ear, I mean, not that, ugh, nevermind.
What I meant was we hadn't spoken of my cry attack two weeks ago. We had just listened to Ed Sheeran, until we realized we had missed three periods of school. By that time, school was already over. Ever since then Zachary hadn't brought up my crying fit and I was thankful for that.
These past two weeks had gone by quickly without a trace of Josh. It was as if he disappeared from the face of earth, though I had seen Maria hanging onto the arm of some beefy guy. Yet, I was extremely proud of myself.
I hadn't shed a tear, since that god-forsaken day. I had started to believe I was truly moving on and it felt good. Maybe-
"Guess who?"someone asked in an obviously fake British accent, covering my eyes with his/her hands, causing me to lose my train of thought.
"Um...Yoda?" I guessed, causing the other person to chuckle.
"Definitely not. Try again," the person insisted with a poor excuse of an Irish accent, and I felt a strange sense of deja vu.
"I don't know. Yoda choking on a hotdog?"
"God no! I thought you were supposed to be smart. Guess again," the person persisted, using an equally disappointing Australian accent.
"Um, is it Brad Pitt choking on a hot dog?"
"No."
"What about just a plain talking hot dog?"
"Nope."
"What about a talking hot dog choking on Yoda?"
"No! There is no fucking hot dog involved!" the person yelled impatient and frustrated.
"Can I get a hot dog?" I asked, and that's when I pushed the final button.
"For God's sake! It me!" the person yelled, uncovering my eyes and turning me around to face him. I was suddenly face to face with a infuriated Zachary.
"Hey Zach! Why didn't you just say so?" I asked innocently, fighting back a laugh, amd I swore I saw one of his eyes twitch.
"I didn't think I was going to spend ages, trying to get you to guess. That's five minutes of my life I'm never going to get back," he answered exasperated.
"At least, it wasn't spent on watching the Kardashians," I pointed out, but he only shook his head in frustration.
"At least what wasn't spent on watching the Kardashians?" a sweet little voice pitched in, and we turned around to find ourselves facing Lucy.
Her bright red hair was neatly put in her in a bun. She was wearing a pretty, light pink dress, that had a white sparkly belt on the waist, matched with a white cardigan and cute pink flats. I gave my blue jeans and my Mickey Mouse I hate Monday shirt a quick self-conscious glance, then decide not to let my lack of fashion sense get to me.
It was Monday like my shirt said. It was amazing that I had even crawled out of my evil lair-cough, cough-I mean, bed this morning. I had not wanted to come to school today. At least, I had skinny blue jeans on. That was fancy enough for a Monday.
"I snook up behind Cassie and let her guess who she thought it was," Zach answered, breaking my thoughts again, and I laughed, thinking of his failed accent attempts.
"Its okay," she said, patting Zach's shoulder in sympathy, "It's a rookie mistake. We all go through it eventually."
"Yes, its the circle of life," Zach mused sadly, making large circle gestures, and I smacked his shoulder.
"This is not The Lion King. Do you se Mufasa anywhere? And I'm not that bad!" I defended myself.
Instead of taking me seriously, they both laughed at my efforts.
I looked at Zachary accusingly and pointed my index finger at him.
"You did this!" I yelled at him.
"What did I do?"
"Lucy used to be so sweet and you ruined her! You made a monster of her! Look at how she laughs at me!"
This was somewhat true. Even though Lucy had been surprised when the following day after the parking lot moment, Zachary and I had showed up together to the lunch table, she had demanded to know everything, but all we told her was that we had decided to put aside our differences. Ever since that day, the three of us had been eating lunch together, making school much more entertaining and frustrating at the same time.
My two friends had gotten really close and enjoyed ganging up on me in many occasions just like at this moment.
My earlier comment only made them laugh more, and when I had enough of their laughter, I let out a "Humph!" and started walking away. I felt Zachary's hand grab my arm, stopping me.
"Wait, where are you going?" he asked worried, and I saw an emotion in his eyes that I hadn't noticed, since that day in the forest. I thought it had been gone by now, but there it was.
"T-to go get lunch and the hot dog I was promised," I answered, my voice coming out shaky for an unknown reason.
He laughed, and I felt myself shudder at his laughter for some reason. Fortunately, he didn't notice.
"I didn't promise you a hot dog," he said with a smile.
"Doesn't mean I don't want one, " I said, and he smiled wider.
"Come one. Let's go get Lucy, and we'll go get some hot dogs in the cafeteria," he said.
That's when I realized his hand had never left me. It had only traveled down, cupping my hand in his.
I found myself staring at both hands, debating whether or not to tear my hand away.
I gave a quick glance at Zachary and he seemed oblivious to my internal war. He was just focused on getting back to Lucy, so we could all go eat like the happy group we were.
I, on the hand (No pun intended. Well maybe), put my stare back at our locked hands.
Should I keep holding it?
Should I squeeze it?
Should I let it go?
Should I make a Frozen reference out of that?
Finally, I took a deep breath and made my choice.
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So hey, (yawns loudly, and wraps blanket tighter around) its past midnight and that's pretty much a big thing for me because I'm like an old person in a young person body.
Anyways, I'm rambling, which probably means I'm in the delusional state of sleepiness.
I hope you guys like this chapter it was meant to be longer but my eyes keep drooping and I want to give you guys something, therefore you guys get cliffhanger.
Just cause I love ya guys. Please vote, comment, hug your grandmas, and eat your cookies.
-M
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