I stared at Marc-Andre, this was the first time I’ve been this close to him in ages. He had definitely gotten taller and matured, he wasn’t the boy I used to hang out with it. I now see what Charlotte sees in him, I just can’t see what he sees in her. She was truly a shallow bitch and I’m not just saying this because I might be jealous. But I’m not jealous, because I’m not friends with him anymore. I’ve moved on, just like he has moved on. Yea, alright, let’s go with that.
Max stepped back. “Oh man, is this your neighbor, Vero, you talk about all the time at practice?” He asked.
Okay, so this Max guy was his teammate for hockey, not some stalker off the street. And secondly, Marc-Andre talks about me?
“Dude, come on. Let’s go inside.” Marc muttered, not even looking at me. So much for always having each other’s back. I walked back inside, ignoring Max’s joyous yells telling me to come back. I guess Marc hadn’t told him in the full story. I walked up to my room and I smiled, it reminded me so much of when I was a kid, when everything was simple. I could see into Marc’s room from across the street, it was exactly the same also. It was nice to know that at least some things never change. I couldn’t get my mind off of Marc, so I decided to do some homework.
After a while though, I got bored. History can only keep your mind off of something for so long. Pretty soon though it lets other thoughts leek into your mind. I put on some lip-gloss and made sure I had money in my pocket before walking down to the Tim Horton’s. I sat in the table opposite of where Marc-Andre and I used to sit, steering my thoughts to other concerning problems. Like how I was already behind in sending Marie letters.
“Is some one sitting here?” I heard a recognizable voice asked. I looked up and nodded, flustered and pushed my coffee cup closer to me. It was the boy in my science class, the one that was popular and could speak out the whole time without a second thought. Damn it, what’s his name?
“What are you doing here alone, Vero? What’s wrong?” He asked leaning forward.
I snorted and he looked at me. “What?”
“I mean that was really straight forward considering the fact that we’ve exchanged about two words before.” I said shrugging.
He raised his eyebrows at me. “I think I know you a lot better then you think.”
I smiled instantly feeling up to the quiet challenge he just sent. “Oh really?”
“Yes, like how you are always drawing in your sketch book when we are supposed to be taking notes. It looks like you draw outfits. You’re a great friend and can be very outgoing, but lately you’ve been shy. It’s something to do with your sister I think.” He said leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. He was very cocky. Like Marc.
“Oh really? How do you know all of this? You stalk me or something?” I asked laughing.
He shrugged, “I guess you can just say I’m good at reading people.”
“Okay, think you think.” I stated, shaking my head while still giggling. It felt so good just to laugh like this again.
“Like I know that you want to come to my hockey game tonight and then go out for ice cream.” He stated. This was crazy, I didn’t even know his name yet he was asking me out. But something about him drew me towards him, I couldn’t say no.
“Sure, why not. Which rink?” I asked trying to keep the excitement from creeping into my voice.
He wrote it down on the napkin before standing up. “My mom’s gonna kill me if I don’t get her coffee back to her. I’ll see you tonight Vero.” He said before standing up. I smiled down at the table, finally tonight I was going to have fun.
“Oh Vero.” He called out.
I looked up to see that he had stopped at the doorway.
“Yea?”
“It’s Scott.” He said before winking.
