Entry #529732, added on 08-21-07 @ 11:49 pm EDT
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| Chapter Eleven | Entry #529732 |
"I'm off work tonight."
Violet jumped when she heard Christian's voice so close to her ear. She had been watching Drake eat, trying to fathom what happened the night beofre, even though she was almost certain that she didn't want to know.
She turned to look at Christian. "You are?" She tried to get the excitement in her voice that should have already been there.
Christian nodded, excitedly. "Do you want to hang out?"
Violet's eyes slid to Drake. He wasn't looking at Christian or Violet. He was staring intently at his food, seemingly uninterested in their conversation, but Violet could see how tight he was gripping his plasticware- so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
She turned back to Christian, ignoring Drake's odd reaction. "Sure," she told him. "I'd love to."
"Awesome."
Violet hadn't realized that Christian had brought his tray along with him. He intended to stay through lunch.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, none of them looking at eachother, but then Christian began to speak.
In the back of her mind, Violet heard what he was saying, but she wasn't listening.
"What's wrong?" she asked loudly, speaking over Christian.
Drake's head shot up, his eyes landing on Violet then sliding to Christian. "Nothing," he answered, his eyes never leaving Christian.
Violet sucked in a breath when she heard the snap of Drake's plastic fork giving way in his palm. Drake calmly set the broken pieces down on his tray and excused himself from the table.
Violet and Christian watched him walk in the direction of the bathroom and disappear through the door. Once it was shut, Christian turned to Violet. "What's up with him?"
Violet shrugged and began eating her lunch. There was no use fretting over Drake's attitude. He was probably just stressed about graduation and prom and everything.
Violet didn't take her eyes off of her tray until she realized that someone was standing in front of her, behind the seat that Drake had just vacated. When she lifted her eyes, she saw that it was Andria.
Andria was wearing a friendly smile and short shorts. "Hi." She had a deep, almost husky voise that made her seem mysterious despite her blonde hair and revealing clothing.
"May we help you?" Violet asked, rather rudely.
Andria's smile didn't fade. "I'm looking for Drake. He usually eats with you."
Violet blinked at the girl. Why was Drae dating her again? She glanced over Andria's shoulder at the table behind her and spotted Marla, the plump, frizzy-haired girl that Drake promised to take out.
Violet figured that Drake deserved to go out on something that couldn't be considered a pity date, but how would Marla feel when she saw Drake walking down the hall with someone like Andria?
Violet decided it was Drake's problem.
"He just went to the bathroom," Violet told Andria, and she sauntered off without another word.
"So, what is all this about Drake proving that he can get a second date?"
Violet sighed and turned in her seat to face him. "I told Drake that he had never been on a second date in his life, and he said that he could if he wanted to, so now he's trying to prove it."
"What does it even matter?"
Violet smiled and almost felt relieved. Here, in front of her, was a boy who had never dated a girl just to prove someone wrong. Admiration filled her. Why was she dwelling on Drake? "So, what are we doing tonight?"
Christian smiled back at her. "I don't know. I guess I should come up with something really creative."
"You don't have to try to impress me. It's noe like I have anything to compare you to."
Christian's smile seemed to fade when she said this. "Really? I heard you didn't date much, but I didn't really believe it."
"Well, I'm not like you or anything, sacrificing my social life for my education, but I don't really date much."
"Why not?"
Violet turned back to her tray and spotted Drake standing by the bathroom door, talking to Andria, who seemed to be about an inch taller than him. "Bad experiences, I guess."
Christian gave her a questioning loo, but before Violet could answer, the bell rang and Christian said, "See you tonight," before rushing off.
Violet didn't wait for Drake to catch up with her.
Maggie threw the girl's picture down on the counter in front of Nancy and sat down on the stool beside her.
"Who's this?" Nancy asked, lifting her head from the palm of her hand and focusing on the glossy photo.
"Thomas' lover," Maggie answered dryly. She had spent the whole morning crying. As soon as she had been sure that Thomas was out of the house, she had broken down.
"What?" Nancy straightened in her chair, her eyes growing to twice their natural size.
"You heard me," Maggie groaned as she dropped her head on the counter in front of her.
"But...but that's doesn't...he can't..." Nancy spluttered.
"Oh yes he can," Maggie said, lifting her head. "I was looking for the reason he didn't want me, and the reason found me."
"Where did you find this?" Nancy flipped the picture over in her hands.
"Our closet. In the back of an old planner."
Nancy sighed. "Maggie, you have no proof that Thomas is having an affair with this...girl."
Maggie got angry. "Then why would he have her picture. She's just the right age for him to be cheating with her."
"And what's the 'right' age, exactly?" Nancy demanded. "Anyone who's younger than you?"
Maggie looked Nancy in the eye and a tear rolled down her cheek.
When Nancy saw the effect that this was having on her friend, she leaned over and wrapped her up in a hug.
"Sweetheart," she whispered in Maggie's ear. "I don't want you to jump to any conclusions. I don't want you to assume that Thomas is having an affair, okay?"
Maggie nodded aginst her friend's shoulder and Nancy continued to sooth her.
"If you feel like this could be a big problem for you, find the facts. Go to Thomas if you have to, but don't leave him based on suspiscion.
Once more Maggie nodded and she felt comforted by Nancy's calm tone. Maybe she would try to find out the facts of what was really going on.
But she couldn't ask Thomas. She could never do that. |
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