Looking For You

Chapter 31 - Uneasy

Chapter 31 - Uneasy

“Pfft. I don’t care anymore.”

Shaking my head, I read over Celine’s text she sent me, making me roll my eyes at the bitchiness that I can sense through her message.

Celine: How unusual of you to miss classes. You’re on your second strike. One more, and you can kiss cheerleading goodbye.

Honestly, I don’t care anymore, like what I said before. I didn’t even want to join in the first place, being pressured into it by my friends. Trying to fit in these days takes so much effort; you basically have to fake it until you make it. I put my phone on standby, removing the horrible text from my screen and soon turning into a black screen. My eyes hurt from looking at the bright light, being google eyed to the screen for more than four hours. I blink them, averting my gaze towards my closed door, being situated on my comfortable bed.

I haul myself off, feeling the pulses in my bottom. Before I can make it to my door, it opens, revealing a happy looking Maggie peeping her head through the door. Her short, dark brown hair falls on her shoulders and down her back, only now do I realise how pretty she looks. Her high cheekbones extend to her eyes, adding an extra glow to her black irises.

“Hey.” I say as she walks in, propping herself down onto my bed. She just smiles at me and stares, still not believing that I’m home again after so many months of not seeing my family properly. Three days isn’t enough, but I’m afraid three days is all I’ve got with my family. “What’s up?”

Wedging her hands between her thighs, she sucks in a breath and presses her lips together. “I was thinking maybe if you’d want to go see a movie tomorrow… with some of my friends. Maybe you could invite Tibby too? That’s if she’s willing to drive to Charlotte from Raleigh.”

Thinking about it, Tibby would do anything for me; she’d drive a long way just to be with me. But in this case, I don’t think she’d want to come because of how caught up she is with Celine and her new boyfriend, Lucas. I don’t know if they’re actually dating, but from the evidence I’ve seen, it sounds like they are. That reminds me, I’d been wanting to check into her Facebook account to see any new updates. I cringe at the thought of hacking into my best friends’ account, but sometimes, I have to do the worst to find out.

“I’ll think about it,” is all I provide Maggie with. There is no definite answer at the moment, but it’s most likely going to be a no from me. After what happened today, I am in no mood to go out and be happy and forget the past. Although holding onto bad memories is… bad, this is something that has impacted me the most. I don’t know how Christian is holding up with it, but it’s me who’s been affected and I’m not okay with it.

“Okay, well please think about it because I really want to go.” Maggie hops off my bed with a light thud on the carpet. Her short figure compared to mine isn’t much of a difference, since we’re both short — kind of — and looking down to her brings me comfort. Her small eyes look at me, my purple ones look back at hers. Oh, how I’ve missed the old days when we used to spend every day with each other. We’ve lost a bit of our connection we used to have, always talking about weird things and laughing at childhood memories. But now that we’ve grown up and our social lives have become larger, things change. Things definitely change.

Maggie leaves the room in silence, the only noise she makes is her bare feet dragging along the carpet, leaving foot marks that stand out. I chuckle once she leaves the room and run my feet along the carpet towards the opposite direction to fix the carpet. My OCD had obviously kicked in there, wanting everything in line and perfect.

Getting my brain thinking again, I hop back onto my bed and open my laptop, clicking on Facebook in my favourites section. Once it loads, I do the same as I did the last time I logged into Tibby’s account. My fingers race over the keyboard, producing her email that I’ve known since we first exchanged details. Pressing the tab key, I rack my brain for the password I promised myself I would memorise. Finally, I write her full name with a couple of numbers, hitting enter with such force that I check to make sure the button is still attached.