Blame it on our Fates

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A week later.

"Hey do you know who is that guy over there?"I asked as the familiar face of the guy from the library came into view. I saw him twice this week. And the first time I saw him, I thought he was just my imagination. I pinched my arm to know if it was a dream or not. It wasn't. He was real. I knew it. He seemed and felt way too real to be an imagination.

The last week, was my first week at work. I nailed it. At least that is what Stella said. She said I have way too potential to be held back. It felt good. To be known for something. All my life I have just been known as the studious sibling of Mark, the 'it' boy of the school and the best friend of Hailey, the best cheerleader the squad has. I was more popular among the teachers than one my own peers. But it felt wrong to be known for the wrong choices. The choices I didn't make for my sake.

And studies, the one thing that I was impeccably amazing at, was undoubtedly deteriorating. Like literally. Last week, to make up for my absence two weeks ago, all the tests came crumbling down on my shoulders. Like we normally had two to three tests in different classes and subjects, but I had to appear for six tests in total. I hadn't even prepared for them. They all were horrendous. For the first time, in like thirteen years of my school life, I won't get a 'A'.

And honestly, the assignments and project reports I was suppose to submit were nothing else but copied from Wikipedia. A few teachers even asked me if anything was wrong with my life. They said they could help. But they couldn't, even if they tried. They couldn't get my mother back for me.

The students or my classmates were no better to me. I don't know how but surprisingly, the news of my mother's death had spread. Everyone looked at me with pity and some of them even made some snarky comments about me being an orphan. I couldn't stand up for myself so Hailey, Harriet and Taylor flipped them off.

Speaking of Harriet, she clicked with Hailey well and was immediately loved by her. Her sassy personality being the main reason for making her likeable. And Taylor? Well she immediately left her posse of bitchies, or as some of them would call cheerleaders and stuck with us. She even started dressing modestly, throwing all of her slutty outfits out of the closet. Hailey was still a little beware of her, asking me to be cautious about her, too. I mean it isn't everyday that the Queen Bee suddenly isn't the Queen Bee anymore. Maybe my mother's death really did changer her. Well it changed me, too.

"Who?" Asked Hailey, as Taylor and Harriet just glanced at me, curiosity etched on their faces.

"That guy over there," I said, pointing to the guy whose name started with an 'N'. Clearly my memory is not my best asset.

"Tell me you don't know him?" Hailey asked, shocked. I just shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't," I added, nonchalantly.

"He seems familiar," said Taylor. Of course. She too was there the night I first ran into him. Maybe she wasn't as drunk as I thought she would have been.

"These muffins are so great!" Exclaimed Harriet, but we ignored her comment. She was too absorbed by the lunch tray to even have a look at what we were talking about. Not that I even blamed her, our school made some of the best food items. I mean if my thoughts weren't this intruded by that guy and my new job, I would too dig in the lunch without a care in the world. But my mind is too numb right now. With my mother's death and this new job, that didn't interest me whatsoever, I don't think I would ever be able to be the same old me again. It would be real tough and take a lot of bravery. Bravery that I didn't have.