I wake up in the morning. I'm still not over him.
Fiona notices I have shadows under my eyes' when I come downstairs.I know what she's thinking without having to even look at her. She probably thinks I'm having troubles at school. And I can see where the conversation is headed when she asks me how I'm feeling.
"You alright?" she asks, buttering some scones for me and pouring me some pomegranate juice. I nod slowly and sip at the drink, not really having an appetite. She watches me closely.
"Callie is everything...OK?" she asks me, still standing up.
"Yeah, everything's fine." I say nibbling on the end of a scone. Now she definitely knows something is wrong. I never nibble. But she doesn't press me on it and I don't ask her for some 'motherly' advice. When I get to school, I ignore Shannon's continuous attempts to ask me if something is OK, and I avoid Rhiannon too. I don't avoid Jam. I practically run to him. He grins when he sees me, but his smile vanishes when he looks at me closely.
"Are you OK, Cal? You look a bit pale? Didn't you sleep last night"
"I didn't want to miss the late night show of Balamory," I say without thinking. Jam nods seriously.
"Yeah, I made popcorn and watched that one too." I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. He walks to the table and I join him. Shannon and Rhiannon are sitting there waiting for us. So is Cam. My heart skips a beat and my legs suddenly feel like jelly. I don't understand. I'm not a chicken but I don't want to face him either.
Oh, don't be such a wuss, I tell msyelf firmly and I drag myself to the table, sitting next to Shannon right at the end so the only thing I can see of him is the dimple in his left cheek when Rhiannon tells him what a mess her brother made trying to produce a meat pie. I lean forward a little, aching to see his face again- and nearly fall off my chair. He has dark shadows under his eyes' too.
I can already tell it's going to be freezing outside. The windows are misted over and whoever moves within a five centimeter radius between the school and outside tucks their hands inside their pockets and shivers. Also, I can tell because a girl had an asthma attack as soon as she stepped outside and an old man who took off his jacket- I have no idea why- immediately had a heart attack and I had to call the ambulance. When everything had cleared up, and by the time I started walking towards the bus stop, it was nearly two hours past our dismissal time and night had fallen. I phoned Fiona on the way, explaining everything. She sounded practically hysterical when I phoned her, poor thing. The bus stop was empty when I arrived and for some reason, I felt an uneasy feeling right at the pit of my stomach. I stood there, not wanting to stand on the chair and shook my hair free of it's ponytail. Long, wavy jet black hair tumbled down past my shoulders. My hair was so black, it looked blue. I had begged my dad ages ago to let me die it, but he wouldn't hear of it. I pushed my already freezing hands deeper inside my pocket. I closed my eyes' for a few moments and opened them again. Something wasn't right. I was suddenly slammed against the glass of the bus shelter and my blue- green eyes' met blazing golden ones.
"Don't move," he whispered.