The next few days felt like a lifetime as I over-analysed every little detail that occurred in my life. I couldn't concentrate in class, talking to the girls, or even when I was hanging out with Carter. Everybody was constantly asking me if I was okay - to which I had no idea if I was okay, because I felt like I was watching everything happening around me in slow motion as I had an out of body experience. I was completely not okay but I had no idea why.
On Thursday, our usual hangout at one of each other's houses turned into a café trip that unfortunately included the boys - all who had insisted that lunchtime that we had a better time on a Thursday if they were there, so we had no choice but to allow them to come. Especially when Noah was threatening a scene in the middle of the lunch if we didn't say yes. None of us wanted to offer our own houses up though for the boys to come round, and I wasn't really comfortable in my house myself at the minute nevermind if there were other people there too. Something just felt off about it all, and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Apparently, the boys had insisted in coming because they needed to discuss the events of the weekend. There was a school trip happening out in the woods somewhere, some sort of bonding thing apparently, but because I joined late the trip had already been fully booked. I didn't mind though, I was looking forward to a weekend of peace entirely by myself. It didn't sound like a good trip to me, Georgia whining that it wasn't fair that I managed to get out of it when she couldn't even pay to not go.
We sat at the same table in the corner as the girls and I had done so many weeks ago, most of them wrapped up in a conversation about something that had happened in their final class of the day. I stared out of the window at the ocean, watching as the tide was slowly drawn in and out as if to its own rhythm, being brought back down into reality as Noah fell off of his chair besides me. Carter was running late for the meet as he had to collect Leo from school before dropping him off at home and heading over.
"I'm gonna go order," I muttered to nobody in particular as I headed up to the counter, the rest of them currently still deciding over what they wanted to eat. I queued up behind the few people already there, reciting my order in my head as I continued to step forward. My mind had blanked on me once the lady had asked me what I wanted, taking me a few seconds to remember what drink I had picked as I stood there dumbfounded. I fumbled in my pockets for the change as she passed me the drink, counting out the change that I had found around the house.
"Oh, don't worry about it sweetie the gentleman who was here a few minutes ago already paid for you. You've got yourself a keeper there." She winked as she began serving the next customer, as I stared back at the door and out of the window. Who paid for my drink and just left? Why did the cashier think that they know me? I grabbed my drink and headed back over to the booth, sliding in next to Millie and attempting to rejoin their conversation.
"What do you think Amelia, you're on my side right?" Noah whined, as Georgia and Matt headed up to get their drinks. "I got a detention for something that was definitely not my fault - I have rights, right? Do you think I can sue or something?" He stared at me as he waited for my response, my mind struggling to comprehend what he was asking me.
"I guarantee whatever you did, you deserve it bro." Carter butted in, sliding in next to me and placing his hand on my knee before he smiled at me. We spent so much time together at the minute, plus Carter definitely did not shy away from hiding me when we were out with others that it felt as though we were in a full relationship. I tried not to focus on that idea too much though, feeling as though I would completely trap him in my messed up life if that happened. "Feeling any better today?"
"Yeah, kind of," I whispered, moving out of the way for Millie to slide out as she headed up to order with Noah, leaving myself and Carter alone at the table. I rested my head against his shoulder for a few seconds, desperate for real human contact after living alone deprives you of the little things you never realised you would miss. "I just don't feel as though I'm me at the minute, I definitely drove that car to school Carter - I swear."
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Faded Memories
Teen Fiction"He seemed like a puzzle to me, and I really liked solving puzzles. But somehow, I don't think that I would ever be able to solve this one." Amelia Heart, with her large smile and her infectious laugh, is what most people would think has the perfect...
