Chapter Thirty – Heartbreak
Today in the blink of an eye I’m holding on to something and I do not know why I tried… Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you’re unlike any other? You’ll always be my thunder… So bring on the rain, and bring on the thunder.
- Boys Like Girls
8 Months Later (February)
My teeth chattered against each other as I waited for Pierre to get out of his car. We had gone out for lunch and now that we were back, his Mustang was stuck in the snow. I watched him manoeuver it backwards and forwards in the school parking lot, trying to get it into the snowy parking spot. I really missed Chicago. Only because the winters were nowhere near as excruciating.
I was wearing the fluffiest coat I could find and still I was freezing my bum off. I looked down at my light brown Sorel boots. They were so comfy but even they couldn’t keep my feet warm in all this snow. Damn you, Canada!
I cheered once Pierre got the car to sit somewhat centred in the parking spot. He got out and eyed his handiwork. “Eh, could be worst.” He shrugged, zipping up his black Canada Goose jacket all the way. “Let’s go in.”
This semester, I shared the same lunch as Pierre and Terry. To my dismay, Christine and Emily had a different lunch than me, the same one as Ashton. I felt extremely left out. But the circumstances had brought Pierre and I closer. Thankfully, we weren’t in the same classes this year. He and I didn’t work very well as partners, but we really were great friends.
My semester was much harder now. I had calculus, biology, chemistry and English. Yeah, someone up there was definitely out to get me. But since my friends had a separate lunch than me and since I no longer had a boyfriend, I had a lot of extra time on my hands. Thankfully, my A’s were still around.
“Want to watch the new Avengers film tonight?” Pierre asked as we set foot in the warmth of the school.
“Can’t, I have work.” I told him. “Maybe next week.”
“You’re working a lot lately.” He said.
“Yeah, well I need to make up the Christmas expenses.” I had to buy so many presents this year – well, technically last year since it was February now. It was actually quite nice. I’d never had a huge family before and it felt good to be included in large festivities. Mark and Donna had their extended family over for dinner. They all treated me very kindly. Mark’s parents claimed they remembered my parents and were extra nice to me because of it. They were thoughtful enough to buy me a Christmas present: a cozy, red wool sweater.
The Charlens’ had aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, you name it over for Christmas. The house had been extremely busy at the time. I only bought gifts for Mark, Donna and the triplets, though. I had grudgingly bought Roman a black sweater only to be polite. He didn’t deserve anything but I wanted to show Mark and Donna that he wasn’t any different to me than Terry or Ashton. I had also bought Christine, Emily and Pierre Christmas presents so I was running low on funds.
“My mom wants to see you. She asked me to have you over for dinner.” Pierre said.
Pierre’s mother was a sweetheart. She was a single mom raising two kids. They weren’t the wealthiest of families and the only reason Pierre had a Mustang was because he forced his very absent father to buy it for him since he was never around. They were getting by on Pierre’s mother’s nurse salary and his father’s child support cheques. I really felt for them. “Tell her I’d love to come over on Sunday.”
“Will do.” He agreed. I knew that Sundays were her day off.
“You’re cooking right?”
He rolled his eyes, “Obviously.”
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