Now It's Over
Author's Note: I hope you all are liking the story so far. I added an image to the story. It looks decent considering the size limit. Btw: The arm around the girl beside Lilith (Ginger) is Dirk's arm. The image maker cut it off! But I still think it looks nice. It took me a while to make it. Back to the story.
A couple of days later I lamented returning to school. Not because I didn't think I could focus with Angela still in the hospital, but because I knew that the whole school would be talking about what happened. I felt sweaty all day in class and my chest was pounding. Everytime I looked around at someone I knew what they knew. Everyone kept asking me about Angela and I kept saying she's fine. This happened about 20 times throughout the day. I was beyond irritated by sixth period. Thankfully, it was my last class. But, it was also the class I shared with Dustin. I hoped he wouldn't try to talk to me, but since when does he ever care what I want? The second the last bell rang, I darted out of my chair hoping that I could get to the parking lot before anyone could stop me. Of course, I couldn't. Dustin got to me before I could even get to the lockers. I immediately spoke before he could get a chance to.
"To answer your question from two days ago, Dustin, it is over. When Angela gets better you can just grovel to her & she'll take you back & I can just go back to Dirk." I finally got my locker open.
"Nice try. I already know about Dirk and Ginger." I slammed my locker shut.
"Really? Ugh. How did everyone manage to find out but me? Well, what I said still stands, Dustin. I'm over it. We can just be friends and that's it. Single friends."
Dustin and I walked outside while he thought about what I said. I really expected him to say something profound or to try to argue with my decision, but he only asked me if I really thought that Angela would still want him. I sighed and said, "Sure, why not? She probably won't even remember what happened."
To make things even more awkward, he asked my mom for a ride because he knew we were going to the hospital. So I had to sit in the car with him for twenty minutes and make small talk with him and my mom. Things got better when we got to the hospital, though. The doctor said Angela was doing much better than expected and that the swelling on her brain was going down. My mom, Dustin, and I went to her room and she was awake! She wasn't talking, but she was responsive to sound and movement which was great. Even though we were both relieved that Angela was doing so much better, I knew Dustin and I had the same deep-seeded fear. We both hoped that she wouldn't remember what happened but there was no way to be sure just yet. We all talked to her and helped her learn to do simple things like hold a fork. She couldn't quite get it, but we weren't in a rush. Everything seemed to be going well until we were about to leave and we saw EMT's rushing someone in. Dustin then recognized his mother. But she wasn't the one on the gurney. It was Dustin's little brother, Beau. Dustin ran to catch his mother, but I stood still and stayed with my mom & Angela.
When we got home that night, Angela couldn't come with us. The doctors said she needed to be observed for a few more days. I called and texted Dustin maybe twelve times that night and he never answered. I guess it was his turn to ignore me.