"Aw, come on!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In all honesty, I was getting sick of the situation at hand concerning Nikki. I had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious that something was going on. For some reason, it just seemed as though she hated me for some reason. Why that was, exactly, I had no idea. I mean, even after I had practically picked apart every word that I had said to her before she had gotten mad at me, I just couldn't figure out why I had caused her to act like this. What in the world had I done wrong? I was so confused... But for the time being, all I could do was wait to find out... "'Aaaaaahhh!!!" a sudden scream rang out. I turned in the direction of the shout to find Gage and Thomas barreling towards me across the parking lot.
"What?" I called out towards the two rapidly oncoming figures.
"He's trying to eat me!" Gage cried out.
"Grrrr!" Thomas added as he stretched out his arms like a zombie.
"It's a zambie!" I yelled in mock terror, momentarily forgetting my concern and confusion towards the situation with Nikki.
"I'm a zambie!" Thomas announced as he continued to race along.
"Aaah! A talking zambie!" I returned as I slowly backed away from the two. The term "zambie" had been a word randomly created by Michael and Ted, two of my old friends, years earlier. Ever since then, I had been doing my best to turn it into an official word by getting everyone to say it, beginning with my closest friends- Thomas, Gage, and Randy. Why exactly Thomas had suddenly become a "zambie" and was evidently attempting to eat Gage, I had no idea. And more likely than not, neither did Thomas or Gage. Very rarely did we have a reason behind our behavior; for the most part, we simply did or said whatever came to our minds whenever we were together, then "making a scene," as we liked to say, by making a huge deal about whatever we were doing and hopefully, making everyone in the area laugh. Despite the fact that Thomas and I were actually very shy when alone, as long as we were together with Gage and Randy, we weren't afraid to be loud and attract as much attention as possible. "Dude, what homework do I have?" I asked Randy as he approached me.
"Let's see... There was that one sheet that we had in History, there was that math assignment..." Randy began.
"Lemme rephrase that- what homework will I do tonight?" I cut in, causing Randy to chuckle for a moment.
"Uh, well, when you put it that way... Nothing, I guess." he answered.
"Now that's what I like to hear." I concluded. "Well, I've gotta get home now, so I've got to go. Talk to you guys later." I said after a moment.
"See ya, dude." Gage replied.
"See ya. See ya guys." I said. With that, I walked off. That night, I went to bed, still wondering about Nikki and what was going on with her. I still had no idea what was going on, and it was really bothering and worrying me. The worst part was, I still has no idea what was going on, and I had no idea why or how I had hurt her, but obviously, I had done just that. Whatever was going on, it was all my fault. If only I knew what was going on and what she was thinking...
I sang quietly along to the radio as we drove back home. My mom knew better than to push the subject.
"Nicole, I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Nikki, honey, I just--"
"I get it, okay? It's the law that I have to go."
"Was today any better?"