The Blink of an Eye

Chapter 29

I trudged to my locker with a sigh, opening it to find that smell again. I smacked my teeth for forgetting the freshener, again. After I replaced my things with the stuff I needed for my next classes, I shut my locker and went to math class. It’s been a week and a half later from when Kresten got in trouble, and he’s out because his parents paid a fine, thank goodness. I randomly frowned, knowing that that wasn’t all that had happened.

Let’s see, it also marks the day Michael broke up with me, and we haven’t spoken to each other ever since. And Brandon and I aren’t talking again, sadly. I sighed as I made my way into class and sat down, the class was still filling. I took out a pencil and a sheet of paper, ready to take on the board assignment. When lunch came around, it was silent. Aubrey and the rest of the gang looked at Brandon, and glanced at me.

As they looked, I finally forced a smile and tittered.

“Guys, why do you keep looking at us like that?” I asked with a smile, trying to hide the fact that everything was not okay. It isn’t.

“It’s just that…you two are awfully, quiet.” Erica figured, glancing at the girl sitting beside us and back at me. “You two are like a couple,” Eric figured, “I know there was a time where you two weren’t talking, but I could’ve sworn you made up. And here you are, not talking…again.” He mumbled.

I pulled strands of hair behind me ears, “I’m fine. Really, I am.” I assured.

“Yeah…but is he?” Aubrey asked stiffly, and everyone turned to Brandon. Just as I was about to speak for him, someone had tapped me on the shoulder from behind. Standing there was Ms. Morse, the school shrink/psychologist. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You’re needed with me, please,” She instructed with a smile.

I looked at everyone at the table confusingly. I had then breathed out a sigh, standing up. Trips to the school shrink isn’t fun, so of course I’m acting like this will be a drag. “You can bring your lunch if you want.” She allowed, walking away.

When she and I got there, I sat at the chair, confused. I decided to not bring my lunch, I wasn’t hungry anyway. The past days have been a bust, I only talked to Lola, who is super relieved that Kresten is alright. I couldn’t bother to vent out to Aubrey or Erica or any of the other girls, since they seem like the type to gossip. And this just gives me another reason to miss Lola, I would vent out to her always, like she’d vent out to me. Doing it through the phone just isn’t the same. “Make yourself comfortable.” She said softly as she tilted her chin up, sitting comfortably down on her chair.

“Why am I here? I thought I was improving…” I trailed off, still finding it hard to believe that I am in here once again. I don’t get it. I quit smoking, drinking, I took off the stupid piercings, I’m starting hang with the right people more, now what’s the problem?

“Um, I was supposed to do this with you last week, but I was too busy with some other patients,” She stated, she scrutinized me and forced a smile, “I’m glad to see you doing okay.”

I crossed my arms stubbornly, “Obviously I’m not doing okay if I’m in here. What’s going? I thought I was improving.” I figured, my mouth in a tight line.

“You are, trust me. But uh…about last weekend, a birdy told me that one of your guy friends happened to be arrested.” Her eyebrows wrinkled at this.

“That’s not the story. That’s a lie. He wasn’t arrested, he just got in trouble. If someone is going to gossip about my life and friends, then they should make sure they have the story right.” I told her, rolling my eyes.

“I see that. Um…how are you taking it? Is he okay? I also heard that Michael Wean and you broke up. How are you taking that?” She grabbed a pencil and a sheet of paper, ready to get answers out of me.