"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," Val commented.
Tyler nodded his head in agreement.
"Oh come on! What's the big deal?" Jamie questioned.
Hank handed the silver flask back to Jamie. "It's not necessary to go there man," he added.
The reluctance of the group fed Jamie's curiosity even more. "I'll tell you if you tell me!"
Caitie stood up from her seat. She hopped down from the large wooden table.
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked.
She turned around briefly to shoot him a look of annoyance. Caitie continued to walk towards the staircase.
"What's up with her?" Hank thought out loud.
"Leave her alone," Jamie instructed. It took only a second for him to realize that she withdrew as a defense mechanism.
Val quietly stood up and retraced the steps Caitie took moments before.
"I wouldn't do that," Jamie yelled out after her.
Val closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She walked down the large staircase quietly. She saw Caitie sitting at a couch in the reading area located in the back of the library. Her eyes were closed as her head rested on the back of the couch.
"Hey Caitie."
Val's greeting went unnoticed. "Caitie?" she called out a bit louder. Val took a seat next to Caitie on the large couch. Well aware she was listening, Val began to speak.
"I'm really sorry about everything. I hate to think we can't even be civil towards each other. I mean, really, ignoring someone is really rude. I was just trying to be nice. What happened between us was a long time ago. We're freshmen now, in high school. We can be adult about this, can't we?" She flashed a great big smile.
Caitie opened her eyes and glared at Val. She sat there, looking almost perfect, with every blonde strand held in place.
"You're right Val. . ." Caitie began.
Val felt a moment of joy almost believing Caitie saw things the way she did.
"It is rude for me to ignore your incessant rambling. But, I guess you would know how rude it is to ignore someone. I can sleep well at night, knowing you think all the shit you put me through was something you should apologize for. That's really decent of you Val," she spat out with sardonic disdain.
Val held her breath, almost believing that doing so would lessen the jarring effect of Caitie's words. "I'm sorry."
"Just leave," Caitie uttered faintly. Her tone was neither sarcastic nor cold. It was a simple request.
Val got up from the couch. She slowly walked towards the large spiral staircase. With each step she took, a tear rolled down from her blue eyes. Val wiped away each tear with her hand until the tears began to spring forth at a faster pace. She reached the top of the staircase and observed the quiet and uncomfortable looks given by Tyler and Hank. Jamie gazed out the window, for he probably knew what this situation was about. Val walked passed the table and retreated into a corner in the back of the second floor.
"She seems upset, maybe I'll go and talk to her," Hank suggested.
Tyler nodded his head in agreement. Being a shoulder to cry on was far too difficult of a challenge for Tyler.
Hank hopped off the table and went after Val.
"And then there were two," Jamie joked.
"Listen, about before, I didn't mean . . ." Tyler managed to apologize without actually doing so.
"I still don't like you," Jamie riposted.
"Who said I liked you?"
A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. Thanks MM for beta reading!
Tyler nodded his head in agreement.
"Oh come on! What's the big deal?" Jamie questioned.
Hank handed the silver flask back to Jamie. "It's not necessary to go there man," he added.
The reluctance of the group fed Jamie's curiosity even more. "I'll tell you if you tell me!"
Caitie stood up from her seat. She hopped down from the large wooden table.
"Where are you going?" Tyler asked.
She turned around briefly to shoot him a look of annoyance. Caitie continued to walk towards the staircase.
"What's up with her?" Hank thought out loud.
"Leave her alone," Jamie instructed. It took only a second for him to realize that she withdrew as a defense mechanism.
Val quietly stood up and retraced the steps Caitie took moments before.
"I wouldn't do that," Jamie yelled out after her.
Val closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She walked down the large staircase quietly. She saw Caitie sitting at a couch in the reading area located in the back of the library. Her eyes were closed as her head rested on the back of the couch.
"Hey Caitie."
Val's greeting went unnoticed. "Caitie?" she called out a bit louder. Val took a seat next to Caitie on the large couch. Well aware she was listening, Val began to speak.
"I'm really sorry about everything. I hate to think we can't even be civil towards each other. I mean, really, ignoring someone is really rude. I was just trying to be nice. What happened between us was a long time ago. We're freshmen now, in high school. We can be adult about this, can't we?" She flashed a great big smile.
Caitie opened her eyes and glared at Val. She sat there, looking almost perfect, with every blonde strand held in place.
"You're right Val. . ." Caitie began.
Val felt a moment of joy almost believing Caitie saw things the way she did.
"It is rude for me to ignore your incessant rambling. But, I guess you would know how rude it is to ignore someone. I can sleep well at night, knowing you think all the shit you put me through was something you should apologize for. That's really decent of you Val," she spat out with sardonic disdain.
Val held her breath, almost believing that doing so would lessen the jarring effect of Caitie's words. "I'm sorry."
"Just leave," Caitie uttered faintly. Her tone was neither sarcastic nor cold. It was a simple request.
Val got up from the couch. She slowly walked towards the large spiral staircase. With each step she took, a tear rolled down from her blue eyes. Val wiped away each tear with her hand until the tears began to spring forth at a faster pace. She reached the top of the staircase and observed the quiet and uncomfortable looks given by Tyler and Hank. Jamie gazed out the window, for he probably knew what this situation was about. Val walked passed the table and retreated into a corner in the back of the second floor.
"She seems upset, maybe I'll go and talk to her," Hank suggested.
Tyler nodded his head in agreement. Being a shoulder to cry on was far too difficult of a challenge for Tyler.
Hank hopped off the table and went after Val.
"And then there were two," Jamie joked.
"Listen, about before, I didn't mean . . ." Tyler managed to apologize without actually doing so.
"I still don't like you," Jamie riposted.
"Who said I liked you?"
A/N: sorry for the lack of updates. Thanks MM for beta reading!