I was in English class when a note flew through the air and landed on my desk. I picked it up and unfolded it, while I looked around the room for whoever could have thrown it.
As I finished unfolding the tiny piece of lined paper, my teacher looked over at me.
“Please put that away Miss. Smith, or else share what it says with the class.” she commanded.
“Sorry.” I replied, as I went to put the note in my pocket, but instead Cia caught my eye and signaled for my to read it anyways.
I un-crumpled the piece of paper, very discreetly, and looked at it.
It said:
Alex likes Rei. I feel so bad. Don’t ask how I know. Sorry:(
Cia
I looked up, dumbfounded, not wanting to believe it. I felt as if someone had ripped my heart out, then stomped on it. I was crushed.
The moment I got home, I ran upstairs to my room, so I could cry and feel sorry for myself alone.
After I had a good cry, I mopped up my tears then got up to take a shower and try to calm down enough to do my homework.
When my alarm went off the next morning, I felt like crawling back under my fluffy down comforter and going back to sleep, or possibly just dying.
I didn’t want to go to school and face Rei or Alex or Cia.
For the longest time, I just laid on my back in the dark and thought. I thought about how much I loved Alex and how much it hurt that he didn’t love me back. I thought harder and realized that I should happy for Rei, after all, they weren’t getting married, at least I hoped not.
Finally, I gathered enough strength to throw the blankets to the foot of my bed, and get up to take a shower.
As I stepped under the steady stream of hot water, all of my muscles relaxed and uncoiled. I quickly washed my hair and body, then turned off the shower and got out.
As I dried off, I thought about what I was going to wear, and how I was going to do my hair and make-up.
I wrapped my towel around myself, and put my hair up in another towel, and walked out of my bathroom and across my bedroom to my walk-in closet. I had finally decided to wear a sleeve-less baby-doll top from Abercrombie over a pair of dark, skinny jeans, and along with a pair of metallic flats.
I pulled my selections off of various shelves and hangers and threw them onto my towel warmer to heat them up while I did my hair and make-up.
I plugged in my straightener, and started to blow-dry my hair, while it got hot.
When my hair was dry, I pulled the top layer back into a ponytail, and then straightened the rest of it, so it fell in a sleek and straight line down the middle of my back.
Next, I put my clothes on and fussed with my outfit until it was perfect.
Finally, I started in on my make-up. I applied a bit of bronze concealer, just enough to make my face look flawless. Then, I put on some pink, shimmery eye shadow, mascara, and jet black eyeliner. As an after thought, I dusted my cheeks with the perfect amount of blush to make my cheeks rosy.
When I was finally done “primping”, as my mom would call it, I went downstairs for a quick bowl of cereal before I left for school.
When I finished eating, I brushed my teeth and grabbed my messenger bag. Then I went into the living room, where my mom was watching the news, to kiss her good-bye.
Next, I grabbed my ballet flats, then left my house and began my walk to school.
About ten minutes later, I stepped up the front steps of my school, regretting walking to school in such uncomfortable shoes.
I had arrived about twenty minutes early, so I decided to go to the computer lab to begin working on my French project, an essay that was to be written entirely en français.
Before I went to the computer lab, I stopped at my locker to drop my book bag off and grab my flash drive.
Just as I turned the corner, I walked smack into Alex; I obviously had been daydreaming and not paying attention.
“Ohmigosh! I’m so sorry!” I choked out all at once.
“It’s fine.” He replied, his voice as smooth as velvet. “No harm done.”
I could be wrong but I think I saw him wink at me just before he continued on his way.
As he left, I bit my lip and smiled to myself, wondering what he was thinking about at that very moment.
