VI

It's been 6 weeks.

3 parties. 3 absences.

I spend a lot of time wondering why he hasn't come.

Guilt?

No.

Because as I look across the cafeteria to where she's sitting, wearing him like a designer jacket…his eyes meet mine briefly, a soft smirk playing at his lips before he looks away.

Busy?

It's possible. Edward is everyone's golden boy. Perfect grades, perfect parents, perfect girlfriend, perfect face.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

But he doesn't have to try very hard to achieve it either so wrong again.

Why hasn't he come?

The chatter of the hundreds of students rings in my ears.

I pretend to listen to Alice as she launches into a rant about one of our teachers, nodding and humming where I'm supposed to.

Life tastes empty.