Memories

Memories: Chapter 21

I was in my last class, and I still felt strange. After lunch, I had been hoping to spot Jason somewhere throughout the hallway, and the few other times when class would end, but there were no signs of him. Did he ditch?

            That would really suck for me since I came to school with him.

            But I knew Jason was a good person. He wouldn’t ditch me here. Right? Right, right, of course, I don’t know why I would even doubt that.

The hour felt like I had been sitting in the stupid desk chair forever. And finally, a year a day later, the bell rang right before Mount Aemilia exploded into big, corruptive, anxious chunks of distress. I got up as soon as I could, bustling out of the class like crazy person, I think for once, people noticed me when they felt the wind whip by them. I think I heard someone say “watch it,” or something along similar lines, but I was a little preoccupied with winning a race for the Olympics.

Oh, was that obvious? Then I guess I don’t really have to say anything.

When I got to my locker, I did the usual routine—text book switch-aroo and double check—just a lot faster. This was because I wanted to get the parking-lot twice as fast so that I could get to the car before Jason. But I was also afraid. What if he was so mad at me that he just drove me home without a word and kicked me out? Though, that’s the thing that had been stressing me out the most—

What was there even to be mad about? It wasn’t like we had go in a fight. I didn’t actually say anything to annoy or hurt him. At least, I didn’t think so. I was sure I hadn’t, because he ran off before I could even get a word out.

One moment we had been close and near scandalous in the hallway, and the next thing I know, he’s a thousand miles away. I mean, what was that?

I sighed. All of these question wracking my brain to an almost numb state of nothing but insanity. This freaked me out even more, because I felt like I was shut down at any moment now.

Grumbling internally, I sighed. I can’t believe this, I thought. We haven’t even been “together” (air quote over together because that seems to still be unspecified between the two of us, excluding the embarrassing conversation at lunch, and now including this strange incident) for that long, and already we’re having problems. Is this going to be our first fight? My nerves began to prick at that thought. This just can’t be happening.

I sped up now, and when I got to the car, I stood by the passenger door, waiting. Obviously, since he wasn’t here yet and I didn’t have the keys, since it wasn’t my car, I would have to stand around until he came. If he comes, The snide voice inside of me bit out, just teasing me with the terrible burn of a “what if”.

I stood out there for a while, watching the school doors in the hopes to see Jason walk out of them. The people who did come through the opening, however, did not come close to Jason. My eyes didn’t cross paths with the two beautiful, unusual grey-almost-blue moons. The sun was out, and it burned.

It really, really burned.

Waiting, I planted my feet firmly on the ground where I was sure to make myself stay until I saw Jason. There were some people who looked at me though, like I was some museum exhibition, or a big looming statue. Perhaps there was something that screamed I’m Desperately Searching For My New Boyfriend; Seen Him Anywhere? You know, like those KICK ME notes you stick on someone’s back, as a joke.

That was what I was, a joke.

I was there for another ten minutes, and had to advert my gaze to the ground, since my inability to make eye-contact with average human being was increasing. It was kind of chilly, too, and I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to stay warm. It didn’t work very well, seeing as how the thought of Jason being mad at me left me with a bitterly cold nip at every part of my being.