Chapter Four
For the rest of the day, Aidan couldn't quite concentrate. The girl that he had bumped into lingered in his thoughts. He was late again and had to attend detention later today. Aidan let out a sigh as he allowed his attention to drift away from Mr. Head's droning of Hitler's evils. He got caught for being inattentive a couple of times but his mood wasn't one bit affected. By the end of the day, he had decided that he had to know her name. He walked towards the cafeteria with the intention of engaging Jake's help. He spotted Jake sitting by the far corner and headed towards him.
"Hey man, where's Clarissa?" Aidan asked as he sat down on the chair opposite Jake.
Jake Brown looked up as his childhood playmate sat down in front of him. He was just about to tuck into the lunch that Clarissa had made for him, wondering if he should dig in or leave it for his dog, Maggie, to finish up.
"Cheerleading practice," Jake replied. "So, what's that big grin on your face for?"
"The most weird thing happened to me today," Aidan said. He went on to tell Jake about the dreams that he had been having and about the girl that he had bumped into this morning. Aidan noticed, that the whole time he was talking, Jake had left his lunch untouched, something that was unlike Jake who had a strong liking for food.
"And did you ask her for her name?" Jake asked when Aidan leaned back in his chair, finished with his story, his eyes trained on the entrance of the cafeteria, careful not to miss anyone who walked in.
At the mention of Jake's question, Aidan returned his attention to his friend. "No. I didn't get a chance to ask her before she hurried off." Before Jake could open his mouth again, Aidan hurriedly said, "The bell rung."
"I see," Jake drawled, leaning back in his own chair, folding his arms across his chest. "So, you think this mystery girl you met in the corridors is the one you've been dreaming about."
"Seems like it isn't it," Aidan replied. He leaned forward, the frown he wore replaced by a mischievous grin on his face. "So, tell me something genius, why aren't you touching your food yet? Judging by the you I know, you would have gobbled that up within five minutes."
"Yeah, well, I'm not hungry," Jake lied. "I'm just saving it for later."
"Quit lying to me," Aidan chuckled. "You face says it all. Clarissa made this didn't she?"
Jake sighed. He could never hide anything from Aidan. "Yeah. And you know she is better at cheerleading."
Aidan stifled a chuckle. "Oh c'mon. It can't be that bad."
"Hell yeah," Jake answered with a fire. "The last time I ate something Clarissa made I was sick for two days."
Aidan remembered that incident clearly. Jake and him was supposed to meet at the basketball court near their house and when Jake didn't turn up, Aidan had gone over to his house to see what had happened to him. To his amazement, and amusement, he found Jake in bed, all green from diarrhea and puking. And he had found out the cause of Jake's sickness when he found Clarissa all teary eyed, sitting next to Jake and tending to him.
Because Aidan was deep in thought, he didn't notice the girl in white who stood by the entrance of the cafeteria for a heartbeat before leaving.