Lost Love

16. Trust Issues

My forehead frowns as he says this. ‘Talk? About what? What’s wrong?’

Curtly, he responds, ‘I’ll meet you outside your lecture in an hour.’ He hangs up and I look at Blake completely confused.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asks as we walk up the auditorium stairs to get our seats.

‘It’s Ozzy. He says we need to talk, but he said it so seriously, almost angry that we need to talk.’

Her eyes widen as I say this. She takes her seat, shuffling up a few spaces before saying, ‘Why? What’s happened?’

‘I have no idea.’ I shrug and get my writing notebook out and pen. Unfortunately though,  I can’t concentrate during my lecture, which really annoys me as I have no reason to be concerned or worried, but I can’t help but think about what was worrying Ozzy. Beth who is sat beside me, obviously recognises something is wrong as she writes on the top of my paper in pencil ‘why the sad face? :(’

All I can do is to give her a half hearted smile and note back, ‘Ozzy!’

As I push the double doors open to leave the lecture, none of which actually registered in my mind apart from the remaining three weeks to get our coursework signed off and essays handed in, I spot Ozzy who is already sitting on one of the maroon coloured chairs, his legs crossed and his head looking down as his hands play with his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask instantly, walking across to him and ignoring the people leaving the lecture.

He stands up tall, dwarfing my small frame and nods his head to the door and expects me to follow him. Blake comes out of the doors and narrows her eyes at Ozzy. ‘Do you want me to wait for you?’ She asks me.

‘We’re talking, Blake. Catch up with her later,’ Ozzy says firmly, but that enrages Blake even more.

‘Just because you’ve got some stick up your arse does not mean you can be rude to me and don’t you dare be rude to Immy either.’ She retorts, before telling me she’ll see me later and walking off back to the flat or library, I expect. The fact that Ozzy has upset Blake makes me even angrier. There's no need to take it out on Blake, whatever the problem is.  

I follow him as he’s begun to walk away from me, obviously expecting me to follow before we come to the open expanse of grass in the park, before I stop him.

‘What is wrong, Oscar? Stop dragging this out!’ I snap, watching as he takes a seat on one of the benches. Grumbling, I sit beside him, making sure my maxi dress doesn’t catch on the bench.

‘I know,’ he says simply.

Puzzled, I ask him to repeat that.

‘I know,’ he stresses, glancing at me, before looking down at his hands again.

Dumbfounded, I ask ‘You know what?’

‘I know you were out with him last night,’ he mutters, almost in disgust.

It takes a few seconds for me to process what he’s saying. ‘With Leon? Yes, I went out with him. What’s the problem?’

His eyes glance up at me as I say this and they narrow. ‘I have two problems with that. One, I asked you to come over and you turned me down for him and two, people saw you together, looking pretty damn cosy.’

‘What? Who saw me?’

‘Emma, she saw you.’

I can’t help the bitter laugh that escapes my mouth. ‘Oh, Emma. That explains everything. And she couldn’t wait to run back and tell you, turning you into a paranoid person.’ I huff and cross my arms. ‘I did not turn you down for him, he asked me on Sunday if I'd like to join him, so next time you think about being so immature, do think it through before you insist that we ‘need to talk’ because the only thing we really ‘need to talk’ about is how you don’t like me going out with anyone but you.’