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Chapter Thirty-Six
-Kate's P.O.V-
It was great having Ryan and Delaney over for once in a long time. Sometimes having only Alex to talk to can be really lonely, so I obviously wouldn't mind some company. It's not like Miranda is always around anyway. And besides, I had them over for a proper reason. You didn't really expect me to finish off a group assignment on my own, right?
"Checkmate!" Ryan said with glee.
"Aw, cheese." Delaney pouted.
Okay, fine, so maybe we're not really working on our assignment, but we were, and that's all that counts. At least we tried.
Fine, so maybe we didn't nearly try, but we made an attempt to, and like all teachers say, it's okay as long as you try, and we did try to make an attempt, so end of discussion.
"I want a rematch!" she demanded.
"Again? It's already been the fourth time!"
"Who cares? I wasn't even warmed up yet! Obviously I was only letting you win."
"Yeah, right."
"So, what was that assignment again?" asked Alex.
"Well, we were supposed to get on with the presentation first, and then move on with the assignment but..." I turned to look at Ryan and Delaney, both wearing an intimidated face. "That doesn't seem very possible now."
"Figures." He snorted. "It's not like I'm part of the assignment too, right?"
"Well yeah, lucky you. You can at least help though..."
"I'm leaving." Said Alex while walking away. Jerk.
"Hey, so anyway..." Delaney said suddenly. "Did you tell Drake?"
"Oh, you didn't hear?" Ryan chimed in. "They broke up."
"What?"
"No, we didn't break up." I corrected. "I broke up with him."
"Oh really?" she smiled suddenly. "I mean, are you okay? Like you're upset or anything..."
"Well, I'm not exactly upset, I just can't believe Drake would lie like that. It's not about him breaking up or what, I just wished that he was honest." I muttered.
"Who wouldn't?" she said. "So..." she stopped midsentence. I looked at her and found that she's giving some gestures towards Ryan.
"What's going on here?" I said skeptically.
"Ha-ha... nothing." She swallowed. "So uh, no more Drake, right?"
"Well yeah. Why would I lie about that? It's not something that you can be proud of too, anyway."
"Seeing anyone new?" Ryan popped the question. Oh, I see what they are getting at.
"Uh, no." I said with a straight face.
"Well then you should!" Delaney got up and gave up at her game. "Besides, there are many fishes in the sea."
"Don't use that quote."
"Too late, I already did." She smiled with satisfaction. "I mean, what else do you wanna do? Sit there and wait for Drake to apologize so you two can get together again?"
"NO." I snapped. "I'm not that easy. I've already made myself clear that I don't like Drake anymore. I don't like a lying, cheating boyfriend who can cause nothing but trouble. Like, thanks to him the whole school knows me as the 'Drake-dumper' now, cuz' I'm like the first and only one who has ever dumped him. All along he's always the dumper, not the dumped."
"Well good then. Someone needs to teach Drake a lesson." Said Ryan with a broad smile. "I never liked that guy. He seems to have something against Alex."
"All guys have something against Alex." said Delaney. "They just hate him."
"Not all guys, just the jealous type." I laughed to myself. The thoughts of other people hating the same guy seems ironic to me.
"Dude, did you just like, defend him or some sort?"
"What?"
"Oh yeah! You just defended Alex! HAH! I knew it!" Delaney exclaimed.
"No I did not. Didn't you hear the way I laugh? It was meant for mocking..."
"You just laughed cuz you're nervous. I may not be a girl but I know girls. They laugh when they're nervous!"
"You like Alex!"
"Unbelievable." I said woodenly. "You guys are unbelievable."
"No, you're unbelievable." Said Delaney. "Seriously, we all know that Alex didn't give you the best first impression and stuff, but first impressions don't always give you a clear clue on what they are like. No one judges mainly on first impressions anymore!"
"Yeah, that's old school." Said Ryan.
"Anyway," she continued. "I just don't get you at all sometimes. You have this... flawless dude, standing before you, living in your house, but instead of going for him you went outside and searched for some lousy cheesehead who broke your heart and literally lied to your face, when you could've chosen this guy." She pointed at Alex. Wait, what.
"What are YOU doing here?!" I screamed. "You said you were leaving!"
"It's a small house." He shrugged. "Nice speech by the way." He smiled suddenly.
"I know right? No idea where that came from." She laughed. Like, what's so funny?
There was a long and awkward silence after that. Great. I hate awkward silences, they're just so... awkward.
"Okay anyway," said Alex finally. "I said that I was leaving, so yep, I'm leaving. Tata."
"Don't come back!" I said loudly as he leaves the house.
"She's so mean."
"Nah, she's just in denial."
"Hello? I'm still here you know!" I snapped. "And I'm not in denial!"
"Yes you are."
"Wait, just stop for a moment." I breathed. "We're here today to finish off that assignment, not to play board games or argue about something totally worthless."
"Right." Ryan nodded. "What was the assignment again?"
-Alex's P.O.V-
Honestly, I have no idea why I left the house. Probably cuz I have nothing better to do. I have to hand it to Delaney though, what she says doesn't always make sense, but what she said earlier was...
Okay, I know what you're thinking: man, stop being so proud of yourself. Well okay, I guess I'm not. So Delaney's right about the many fish in the sea part, and well, apparently Drake's the wrong fish (that sounded pretty funny. Can you imagine a fish with Drake's head on it? Ironic). I don't agree with her saying that I'm the 'better' fish. Honestly though, I don't know what else I'm good at.
I shoved my hands into my pockets and realize that it wasn't empty. I pulled the item out and just plainly looked at it. Old, damp letters belong to the shoebox, not my pocket.
I've been wondering a lot lately: where are my parents now? Sometimes I wonder if they ever thought about me after the incident. Sometimes I wonder if they are even alive anymore. I don't remember much, but I remember clearly on that day... that day when I was left with Mrs. Susan. I dreaded those days so much. I still don't know the reason why I was thrown to some stinky orphanage. Was there anything wrong with my family? My mom's well, my dad's well, I'm good, so why this? Were we facing anything horrible? Were my parents getting a divorced? Even so, why the orphanage, anyway?
Although I wasn't brought up in a great family environment, I don't consider myself as a very unlucky person. Well, yeah I lost my parents when I was four, but at least I wasn't a kid who didn't belong anywhere. I still belonged to the orphanage. I wasn't one of those kids who were abused or is struggling to survive and all. Just my parents, nothing else...
Actually... there is something that bothered me a lot.
Where's my sister?
I don't remember much about her. She was born a year after me. I just remember the last days that we had. She was three, I was four, we were both... quite happy, I assume. I didn't get it. I was in the orphanage, and I'd expect to see my sister there with me, then maybe I can choose to believe that there is something seriously wrong with my family that my parents had to let the two of us go. But that wasn't what happened. My sister wasn't with me at all, not even that day when it happened.
So where is she? Is she with my parents? Is she studying overseas or something? Is she still here? Where is she?
Realizing that I've stood there long enough, I shoved the letter back into my pocket and heaved a sigh. I wonder what would've happened if it wasn't for Michael. The day when he came in for a visit was probably the greatest day of my childhood life. I was free from old Mrs. Susan. Well yeah, I really don't like her, I don't know why though.
I was walking down the streets when suddenly I heard complete chaos. I spun around and quickly spotted an ambulance and a huge crowd, crowding around a bench. Wait, that's not just any bench...
I walked up and joined the crowd of people. I was completely confused and I haven't a clue on what's going on at all. But I know this bench. This was the bench that the old guy sits on all the time.
I was distracted when suddenly the whole crowd's focus was on the ambulance. They were carrying a person up the vehicle. I was trying my best to take a look at that person when I bumped into someone familiar.
"Carolanne?"
"Alex." she turned to look at me, eyes all read and puffy.
"Hey, are you okay? What's going on?"
She simply shook her head. "No I'm not okay. That's my dad!"