Hey Guys,
(*shielding* gun shots blare out*) I'll give you three guesses on who's late. No, not them. No, not them. It's me. (*Does the walk of shame*) I know you are mad. And that you hate me. I swear from now on I will try harder to write. Be honest, I was a little stuck, with the ending of the last chapter. I am making this go slower, guys, I am trying. This chapter's ending doesn't help. I hope you still love me after this.
Today's the Super Bowl, so go Broncos! All you Seahawks fans, I love you but I support these Denver dudes! Actually, I don't like either team that much, but I am rooting for the Broncos.
Ok, here's the chapter. See ya at the end!
~IfWritersCouldSpeak~
The past couple weeks were just silence. I started hanging out with Amber and Patricia more, and even struck a conversation or two with Joy. Fabian still seems the same, but according to Patricia, he seems to be hiding out more.
Patricia had talked to me about Fabian- so had Amber. I lied most of the time, but the end result was the same- nothing happened. They were both devastated, and said that I made Fabian a better person and everything, but I just sped on ahead, the school building looming before me.
"Nina!" Amber yelled at me, "Nina, guess what! Mick just got tickets for us to see Ed Sheeran!"
"That's great, Amber," I told her. "I love him."
"So do I. Oh my goodness, I just can't believe this!" Amber babbled. I nodded politely. Every here and there, I added in to the conversation, with questions and comments. We both agreed that "Small Bump" was on our favorites list, and we kept inquiring each other about our favorite music video by him, etc.
"What's going on?" Fabian asked, coming behind me. I turned, and smiled, but Amber just had a dumbfounded look on her face.
"Nothing, just talking about music," I replied, Amber's awestruck expression still plastered on her face.
"Um, yeah," Amber agreed. Mara called Fabian over, and he obeyed, and Amber pulled me down, and spoke quietly. "What was that?"
"What?" I whispered.
"That," she indicated towards Fabian. "He has conversations with people besides Mara, Joy and Mick?"
"I guess so," I speculated. "We've talked before, why is this weird?"
"Nina, Fabian doesn't speak to anyone that much. There was a month of silence between us, before we could say hello, without the other being shocked to death. Now you show up, and he's all daisies and conversations? What happened?"
I shrugged, and picked up my coffee mug. I twirled the stirrer into the brown drink; the ceramic cup's heat picking up on my fingers. "We just… talked."
"About?" Amber questioned.
"Nothing, ok?" I spat softly. "We're just friends."
She still looked quizzically at me, so I just got up with my coffee mug, and headed to my room. The clock read seven-thirty, so I slipped out my contacts, placed the mug on my desk, and opened my chemistry textbook, my green eyes scanning the page, framed by my black specs.
I began murmuring definitions, when my phone buzzed.
It was Patricia.
Do you have your notes?
I replied.
Yeah, y?
She answered.
Need some help.
I responded.
B down in 5.
I gathered up my books and headed down the steps when Jerome stopped me. "Hello, Nina."
"Hello, Jerome," I greeted warily. "Move."
"Oh, now, now, now my dear American, that's not the proper way to treat a good lad, now is it?"
"Yeah, you're right. Find one, and I'll treat him much nicer than I am treating you."
He smirked, and peeked at my textbook. "Chemistry, eh? You going to meet with your lab partner?"
"No, Patricia. She needed some help." I looked down at my toes for a second, before moving around him, and headed to the common room where I didn't find Patricia, but Mara and Joy.
"Mara, don't cry," Joy soothed her best friend. I leaned against the doorframe, but they didn't notice me.
"I have to, Joy," Mara wailed. "He- I couldn't believe it…"
"No one does," Joy whispered. "He's a great guy."
Mara took deep breaths, trying to control her sobs. "Fabian- he didn't care. He just sat in his room, all depressed. I swear, I don't know what happened."
"I'll talk to him," Joy promised.
"No, he won't talk to anyone. He's been silent for weeks. We went on a date last night; I was trying to talk to him. He was ok; he was starting an actual conversation. He wasn't eating, Joy. He moved his food around, said it tasted funny."
"Well, maybe it did."
"He didn't take a bite of it." Mara sniffed, as Joy rubbed her back. "How did it go this far?"
"I don't know," Joy shook her head. "But he'll be ok. It'll be fine."
"I have to stop him and Nina."
Joy shook her head again. "She seems to able to undo this mess. We should just let it be."
Mara just laughed bitterly. "How do you know? He's been just as silent with her as he's been with the rest of us."
"There's nothing going on between them," Joy reassured. Joy was sticking up for me? We had talked, conversations mainly about school, but sometimes it was personal. She talked about her and Jerome and I talked about my tight friendship with Amber and Patricia. She had asked me about Fabian, and I asked about him too. She told me their story, the friendship, her liking him, getting over it, and how they were still good friends. She said she tried to set Mara and Fabian up, but in the end, Mara's courage got her the win.
I told her about how Fabian had talked, mainly about common stuff. I told her the conversations were mainly about chemistry, and school, and she's always raise her eyebrows, but let it go. She could see I had no intentions with Fabian, along with none to destroy Mara and Fabian's strong relationship. I asked her about it, she thinks they are like soul mates. "They have issues," Joy stated honestly, "but they've lasted a long time. I think nothing tears them down, despite their fights."
"How do you know?" Mara repeated.
"I've hung out with her a bit. She and Fabian are just friends. Sure they're pretty close, but they are not a threat to you guys." She paused. "Maybe-"
"Nina!" Patricia shouted, making me turn around quickly. I fell back, my head crashing against the wood. "Gosh, you ok?" I must have nodded, because her voice was less shaky. "Good." She extended a hand, and pulled me up. I saw Joy and Mara staring at me, Mara occasionally trying to dry her tears without notice. "Mara, you alright?"
She nodded, before walking out, with Joy on her heels.
"What happened?" Patricia asked me.
"They just had a heart-to-heart," I whispered.
"Oh, then why do you look freaked?"
"Because it was about me."
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We positioned ourselves at the table in a new order. Mara's disapproval at Fabian's behavior was did not go unnoticed. She sat at the other head, passing her usual seat next to where Fabian sat, next to Amber. Everyone adjusted he or she, like this wasn't the first time one of the main couples' fights got in the way of their status quo dinner.
Mara needed not to worry, as Fabian didn't show. Amber brought up the question of his whereabouts, when Mara started muttering things about being distant. We waited ten minutes, until Trudy decided to lie out the food, and see if he showed.
Everyone started plowing into their dinner, but I just picked my green beans. After about five minutes, my fork clattered against my plate, as I stood up. "I'm looking for him."
"Me too," declared Joy, who I noticed had not touched her food that night either. I nodded, and I knocked on his door. When he didn't answer, I turned the knob, and entered myself, Joy right behind me.
Fabian's bed was unmade, the sheets tangled. The pillow was across the room, like it was tossed. There was a book on it, but there were pages scattered the covers. They were ripped, the pieces littered the floor. Fabian's table lamp was on the floor, smashed, the oil staining the carpet he had placed for decoration. Joy gasped, and headed for his table. There was a notebook on the desk, and Joy picked it up cautiously. She sucked in a breath, and tossed it over to me. I caught it and read his handwriting.
It was a diary, and guilt flooded my veins. I caught Mara's name several times. I saw Joy's name and Patricia's as well. I turned the page and I saw my name.
Over and over.
In different sizes and shapes, in different handwritings. In print and cursive, in different languages.
Nina.
Nina.
Nina.
Nina.
Nina.
Nina.
It was beautiful. There were pages full of my name. My first name. My last name. My full name, which I told them my second night at Anubis. My nicknames.
He had pages dedicated to me.
I turned the page again, and he had another name. This page was dedicated to that name as well. It was too messy, and I couldn't make out any of the letters.
I shut the book, and tossed it back to Joy, who was now calling someone. She placed the book back on the desk, and pressed a button on her phone in distress. "He's not answering," she said, raking her fingers through her chocolate hair. "I don't what to do."
I looked back on his bed. Between the blue and white covers, a new color stood out, and I saw something tangled in the sheets. I turned on my heels and ran out the door, pushing through the kids who just finished dinner, and were standing in the corridor. I pulled open the doors to Anubis and I climbed down the stairs, running, and hearing pounding footsteps behind me.
"Fabian!" I yelled as I ran. "Fabian!"
I didn't care if we were friends or not, I still cared about him. I wouldn't let him hurt himself no matter what.
I couldn't believe he would go that far. I thought I'd have time. But I won't have time he keeps it up. Who knows how long it's been going on.
I could never look past this. I was the one who saw. I was now the one to fix it.
I had to get it through him. That this is not the way.
That cutting yourself is not the way.
Ok, so that happened. Anyways, the next chapter is a special third POV chapter. Now you ask, "Why is that special?" It's because there is a super awesome ending! I hope.
Next chapter: 2/29/14.
I know! Three weeks! But I will make this chapter extra special, long and amaze balls!
See ya!
~IfWritersCouldSpeak~