My Recycling Bin

Lucky Me (4)

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Part 4

By lunchtime the news of Derek and I had be jumbled up, ripped to shreds, torn at the seams, and set on fire. The latest version I heard of our date was how it ended with Derek and I in a fist fight over the check. I won.

All day I walked through the halls of Hyland High and was given dirty looks from several girls and high fives from the football and baseball team. I'm not even sure which version they heard. One thing is for sure; they didn't hear the actual story. I guess the truth just wasn't satisfying for their liking.

It was the end of school so I walked up to my locker as quickly as possible. I had the luxury of not running into Derek all day. Not including the mere glimpses of when I saw him during lunch with Lila, which happened to secure my suspicions of her being the slut that slept with Derek.

I yanked open my locker and tossed my Pre-Calc book in with a loud thud and grabbed my bag out and slung it over my shoulder.

Before closing my locker, I paused. Just like any good girlfriend would do, I had put up pictures of Derek and I over the course of our relationship. The picture that caught my eye the most was the one in the center.

It was a picture of Derek and I on our first real date, not counting that little dinner that Derek had set up in the gym. The blaring lights of the carnival were scattered above us as we sat together on the bench in front of the Ringtoss stand.I was in my usual attire; faded skinny jeans with a button up shirt and of course, my lucky, beat up converse and Derek was in his black blazer and dark blue jeans. I had a bright blue, swirl of cotton candy in my hand as the other was intertwined with Derek's. My head was rested in the perfect crook of his neck as we both were smiling to the man who had asked to take a picture for us- for a two dollars, of course. I remembered driving back to town and not getting home until about two in the morning. At the time, I thought that date was worth the lecture from my parents, but now, I think it was a waste of time.

I ripped the picture from the locker door, along with the other pictures of Derek. I crumpled them up in my hand and stuck them in my backpack for further dispose of. I hated what those memories did to me. They stared me in the face and forced down the good times that Derek and I shared while dangling the red thong in my face. I wasn't going to put up with that; I just wanted to forget Derek.

"Riley?" I heard a husky voice say from behind.

I turned around and was face to face with Avan's dark eyes, which held a glaze of confusion and worry over them. "What's wrong?"

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing." He told me. Then in a quiet voice, he added, "Why are you crying?"

My hands darted up to my cheeks. I felt the cool touch of the trail of salt water that was left behind. I hadn't noticed the tears streaming down my face. I instantly grew embarrassed that Avan had caught me crying and I had no idea why.

"Riley," he whispered again. "Are you ok?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just some cleaning." I nodded to my locker.

I watched as Avan's eyes flew from mine to my locker. I could tell he spotted the corners of the pictures that were still stuck on the door, when the corner of his mouth tilted upward, revealing his dazzling smile.

"Ah," he said as he reached up and plucked one of the corners from the door. "The get-rid-of-all-his-stuff phase." He then flicked the corner at me, and it got caught in my bangs.