CHAPTER FOUR
All four of us walked single file into the high school, each of us nervous for various reasons. I knew for a fact that Mary Anne was terrified of seeing Logan. She hadn't talked to him since they graduated from the same college, and she didn't know if he was married or not. After they broke up in middle school, they stayed friends for a while, and eventually in high school they got back together. It lasted until their senior year in college. It was very serious there for a while, and everyone knew they would get married. But suddenly, inexplicably, Mary Anne broke it off. She never really and truly explained why, but I had a theory. I was pretty sure she was scared of spending the rest of her life with someone she met when she was 13. She wasn't one to "sew her oats", but I do think she was just scared.
Whatever the reason was, she and Logan haven't spoken since the night they broke-up. She has stayed single, only dating every now and then. It breaks my heart sometimes.
Once we got inside and decided that yes, everything was still exactly the same, we surveyed the people situation. Stacy spotted one of her math teachers and bounded after him. Claudia set her eyes on the infamous Alan Gray, who smiled at her cheekily. It was clear that this Alan Gray was still equally as gorgeous, but a lot more mature, which was a good combination for him.
While they wandered off, I asked Mary Ann, "Have you heard from Jessi or Mallory lately? Are they coming tonight?"
She shook her head.
"They are both so busy, Kristy. Did you Jessi is off doing Broadway stuff right now? Mallory just sold her second book. They're both doing pretty well for themselves, but I hardly ever talk to them. We just lost touch once we went to high school and they stayed in middle school."
I nodded. It sucked to lose touch with them, but that's the way my life seemed to go.
"Do you see him yet?" I asked Mary Anne.
She looked at me, aghast.
"Don't you think you'd know if I did, Kristy?"
I giggled in spite of myself.
The next couple of hours were spent catching up with old friends. It was nice to hear their comments on how I'd changed, but I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic for the Old Kristy. The Old Kristy got things done. The Old Kristy accomplished whatever it was she wanted to. So if that used to be me, why did I feel so unconnected to my old best friends?