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I told myself to look away from him. To get over him, I told myself that I deserved better like my best friends Sylvie and Christine told me I did. But I kept finding myself staring at him. Wondering what I did, what I could have done, what I knew I would never have the chance to do again. A missed chance...
I tried to look away before he caught me staring. Yeah, that would go over well. Even better if his friends noticed. You see me and Sam had a bad breakup, a result of him cheating on me, and breaking my heart when I was in love with him. Just remembering that brought tears to my eyes.
"You okay, Ange?" I looked over to where my best friend, Sylvie, was sitting across from me in Geography class. I smiled as normally as possible and tried to reassure her that I was fine. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" She smiled sadly looking towards where he sat with his friends on the other side of the room. She looked back to me, a genuine smile on her lips. "It's the last week of school before summer vacation! You can do SO much better than him. We are gonna go out and find you a nice, handsome guy to fall in love with."
I scrunched up my nose. My friends (especially Sylvie, the strong independent one) didn't really understand how much the whole Sam thing had really hurt me, and didn't understand why I couldn't just cry it off, and find someone else to "love". Of course they thought that week after breakup depression was normal, but if I was still going through it 3 months from then, what would they have thought? They didn't understand how delicate I was, and how broken up I was after the breakup.
Sylivie distracted me by describing the shopping we would be doing this weekend to find me that one perfect "beach babe bikini". I groaned internally. I'm not especially fond of beaches. I learned about under pulls the first time we planned a family beach vacation. My mom was super freaked out because my uncle all most got killed by one when he was 3, apparently it scarred her, and it has scarred me too. (Thanks to the "Only 2 feet into the water" speech my mom gives me every summer.)
I'm also not especially fond of shopping with Sylvie. When I shop, I'm usually in and out. Shopping with Sylvie is like a 40 mile hike. On my feet and allowance. If you look good in something you buy it according to Sylvie.
I was still trying not to look at him as Sylvie rambled on about something. I looked to the front of the room at the clock and saw that we had 10 minutes of class left. Miss. Corbett was grading papers on her desk as we had "free time." I zoned back into what Sylvie was saying when she started waving her nicely manicured hand in front of my face. "Nice nails." I commented smirking.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" Sylvie asked me rolling her eyes. I smiled at her apologetically. "No, sorry..." I blushed and she just rolled her eyes again. "Angie you are such a daydreamer!" She poked me playfully. It was my turn to roll my eyes. I had heard that one before.
"Anyways my mom told me that we might be going to Trenton this summer to visit our families together." I looked at her with wide eyes. "Really!?" Trenton is one of the best places ever, but I haven't been there much, despite the fact that some family of mine lives there, and Christine's uncle is the mayor. My mom has this thing were she likes staying home for holidays. "I hope so! My mom said it depends on something or another...." She trailed off.
Before I could ask what that something or another was, the bell rang, so I stood and started gathering my things. By the time I was ready Sylvie was waiting for me half way across the room. "Come on Angie, my mom is driving us home." We walked towards the door, arms linked tightly. "Bye Miss. Corbett! Have a nice weekend!" Sylvie and I chorused as we walked out the door. "Have a nice weekend girls!" She called after us.
"Lets go get Cristine." I yelled over the noise of the hallway as we headed towards our lockers. At least the excitement of a possible trip to Trenton got my mind off things.