Tuesday… I waited at the entrance of the 200 hallway and stood there, waiting for Lauren to get here. I looked around as I saw everyone else walk by. I looked at the clock and it was about 10 min before the bell run, but 15 min to get to class.
“Where is she?” I whispered to myself.
Someone threw their hands over my eyes from behind and said, “Guess who!?”
“Heh, funny Lauren.” I took her hands off and looked back at her. She looked as happy as ever. I hugged her and started asking what she’s been up to and all that. But I had to get serious.
“Hey, um… can I talk to you about something?” I asked.
“You mean the thing you were talking about yesterday?” Lauren asked.
“Yeah.” I sat down on a bench with her and started telling her everything from the start of the first attempt I was going to ask Ashley out, then the first IM I got from her, the rejection, the knife, everything. I spilled every feelings out that I had in each moment. Lauren didn’t say a word and leaned against me, feeling bad.