Moon Girl

Twenty Seven - Winter and Judge Judy

Today was better than yesterday. The pair spent a long time at Nancy's cross. They didn't talk much, but that's what Krystal needed.

I feel like I can breath today. I still miss Nancy and that's an ache that will never go away, but I feel better.

The morning ticked by slowly. Seconds barley turned to minutes and minutes barley turned to hours. It's was agonizing. For Blake, the worst was his first class. Ted had refused to speak or even look at him since their blow out.

I know I should mourn our friendship, it's dead. Six feet under. But I don't mind. I'm not stressed and I don't feel like I'm pretending to be someone I'm not. I am myself and I have a friend, a best friend who likes me. The real me, not the guy who fake smiles and faces I'm not too familiar with. She just likes me, it's a weight lifted off my shoulders, a weight I never knew I was carrying.

Ted refused any sort of acknowledgment of Blake's presence. At the end of class, he stood up with his bag, knocked shoulders with Blake and left. He watched his old friend leave, simply shook head and moved on to the next class.

Krystal stared at the clock, willing it to go faster. Blake spent most classes just doodling, waiting for the bell to ring and the next class to begin.

I think I've watched paint dry faster than this. My yard grows quicker than this!

If time is so irrelevant, why am I stuck here 8 hours a day? More importantly, why does it feel like 80 hours a day?

After class, Krystal wondered the halls, taking her time. Time seemed to be in no hurry, why should she be? A bright blonde came bounding down the hall. Krystal tried to step clear of her way, but the girl only followed her.
"It's Krystal, right?" Krystal squinted at the girl. They stood awkwardly in the hall. "Okay, well, are you friends with Blake Hardy?" She stayed silent and just stared at the girl, Krystal recognized her from the party. The girl has lingered around where Blake was.

What is happening? What does little miss perfect want with me? What does she want with Blake? Am I jealous? Why am I jealous over Blake?

The girl sighed.
"Okay, well, when you see him again, can you tell him to call me, Winter?"
"No." Krystal growled in a low voice.
"What?"
"No."
"And why not?"
"I'm not a booty call receptionist." Winter stared at her. Krystal's face was hard and void of any facial expression but annoyance. Winters eyes never left Krystal's.
"No one said you are a receptionist."
"Who are you a receptionist for?" Blake flung his arm around Krystal shoulders.
"No one." Krystal glared at Winter.
"Oh Blake!" She smiled and batted her eyes. Krystal rolled her eyes at the Malibu Barbie she just morphed into. "I was looking for you." He recoiled a little.
"Why?" Her face dropped.
"What?"
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Oh, well, uh, Ted said-" Blake laughed.
"I don't care what Ted said." Krystal gave Winter a smug smile. "Okay, bye Winter." They steered away.

Thank you karma!

"Hannah is asking when you'll come over again."
"I can tonight, we do have our project to work on." Blake groaned.
"Don't remind me."
"You know, the class isn't just for us to hang out in."
"You don't know that. Maybe I did some stuff behind the scene." Krystal barked a laugh.
"Blake Hardy, you barley want to do the project. You wouldn't do that."

She got me, I didn't do it. Knowing what I know now, I would have done everything I could to get us to be in the same class and work together.

"Ahh, technicalities." Krystal wiggled out from under his arm as they approached the door. Spinning around, she flipped behind him and pushed Blake into their class.
"Get in there." She was giggling. A huge smile was plastered on Blake's face. From an outsiders eye, they looked like a couple; from the inside, it was a lot more difficult like that.