"Mr. Gordon? 'Ellllo, Mr. Gor-don?"
David squinted his eyes tiredly and set them on his television, which he had left on all day. He yawned and stretched, as if he were about to get out of bed, but his weakness overtook him again, and he almost dozed off,before
"'ELLO? MR. GOR-DON? AH YOU THEY-A?"
"Go away," he said, more unconsciously than rudely.
"OhKAY but I am leaving for deh night," the overweight Mexican maid replied.
"Fine, have fun, Gustava," he said sarcastically. She was about to walk out the dor when he remembered something. "Gustava! Wait! What time is it, exactly?" he yelled from his bedroom.
"Eet iz ahlmost 5 oh cloak, why do you ahsk?"
"Uh, no reason." She rolled her eyes and walked out the door, locking it behind her.
No reason. Yeah righ, he thought.
He had received the letter a month ago. Tonight was the night of his junior high's 10th anniversary reunion. At first he wanted to shove the invitation down a paper shredder.
"Those people don't care about me," he had thought. "Reunions ar supposed to be happy occasions. This would just suck." But something told him he should save it. He hesitantly complied with this "inner voice", and left it on his desk.
And tonight was that night. But there he was, miles and miles away from them. His frends.
No, they're not my friends. How could they be my friends? My friends are my co-workers, the important people. They're the people who matter. Not those imposters. How could they do that to someone that really cares for you?
Immediately after they hd left, he couldn't have cared less. But then it hit like a ton of bricks. He had no friends. He had never given it much thought before, but those girls were his only refuge.
From then on, thinking about them hurt. It was like a knife stabbing through hi heart. And he knew that he should hate them, but he couldn't, and wouldn't. And it hurt more. All those times they claimed to be trying to "protect" him, when they were really just being nosy. But he understood now.
He held back laughter thinking about wen he went out with Brooke, and the whole predicament. The temporary popularity was cool, and all the attention. But he knew the real reason behind it. It was revenge. He wanted her to know how it felt for him. All she talked about was Ethan. Ethan, Ethan Ethan.
What about me?
But he never got a chance to tell her how he felt. She had already moved on. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, everything.
He had to tell her.
He grabbed his jacket and headed towards the train station.
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[Note: I'm really sorry I haven't updated in such a long time. I've been meaning to post this for a while but I've been busy. First of all, if you're trying to figure out who likes who, I suggest yu think a little bit outside the box, because I hate being predictable. I just want to mention that this will probably be the last prologue of the story. But I'm very spontaneous, so you never know. I have many new story ideas, so there may be even more tme between chapters. I apologize for this inconvenience! Anyway, please leave comments, good or bad. Thanks. Oh, and I've been having uploading problems, I know the chapters having been showing up. I have a Mac and Microsoft Word confuses me. But I'm hopig this will work now.]
