- Jasmine Rea

ttering words. Even with my earphones plugged in, the shadows and the figures of people walking by here and there bothers me, knowing well how libraries are supposed to be; quiet, relaxing and slow moving. The onl

is botherin

he nearest group, hearing them trying to

. What exactly happened two weeks ago? Does that mean it happened a couple of days after Valentine's Day? These kind of questions

ps, disappointment clearly shown on her

. This whole confusion has got to stop as I call Joanne, realising she's not picking up her phone and neither does Set

ide them, ''Why didn't you guys pick up the phone? Clearly, your phones are on the ta

he party but none of us seem to remember much about what happened there except for going there completely sober and ended up getting home completely drunk without k

raise an eyebrow, fe

d, her eyes staring directly into my own b

. . what

e's attention but they all turn away after awhile. Both Seth and Joanne keeps on staring at each other as if they despise one an

you mean?'' I

days after the party. Apparently, he was on his way to meet his mum and it just happened. People just found out

. Really, '' Joanne

me as the silence indulg

ust it—I don't know about him that well and he doesn't know about me at all. It's like the universe is against us being together because the first time I had the courage to speak

after finally finding my voice.

talked but I was just too drunk to even remember anything. Plus, it could've been true that the drinks were drugged and that's why a lot of people didn't know much abo

could've talke

d to Haden?'' Thi

his voice. We might've bumped into each other or something or I might be losing my mind because it feels real,

. We were all pretty wasted that night,

cohol and hip bumping with strangers but it's not impossible to remember what had happened—it might take us a few more time or a bit

. What if he's in a really bad condition? If not, why would his family kept it a secret from the school. They could've called and said the truth. . . wanting him to continue hi

he café, ignoring Seth

rink water from that exact brand. However, that's not the case right now. It's like I've touched that bottle before and held it close to my mouth even t

emories come rushing in, showing me exac

idening as well, not expecting me to curse loudly in public and not be bothered by it. ''Everything okay in there?'' Seth points

touching his face, ''What do y

wn his figure, the look on his face shows just how much he's interested in me as I am interested in him but

t's

my lips, letting the liquid travel down my throat whi

as trying to tell y

ed look from Seth and Joanne but they don't bother asking me anymore questions. They clearly think I'm alread

ith more memor

. Does he have bad intentions behind it? Does he want to stalk me down? All of the thoughts begin to wander in my mind, wanting an expl

wer, putting on

is perfectly straight teeth. Huh

t, no. It'

is it then? Is i

hands, ''—you caught me. Fin

Haden but we're here for you. Can you please not hurt yourself? Can you tell us what's going on? Are you

the, '' Joanne adds, slowly

ey both pull their hands away but I ignore them off by walking out of the café with no exact destination. ''We talked, we tal

un after me, grabbing my arm.

and I talked at the

to follow her by breathing in through my nose and exhaling through my mouth but I'm not exactly panicking. I'm more embarrassed of how I might ha

k, pouting. ''Aren't we suppose to end it

never leaving one another and as soon as I run my hands up to his face, I feel him clenching his jaw underneath my touch but he doesn't bo

, leaning my head to the side and to fin

his hands slowly move up to grab onto my hands, turning it around to kiss the back of it before slowly letting

utter under my breath, feeling w

uty in front of me—more likely, in my head rather than literally in front of me. No wonder the sight of him laughing and smiling seems od

of his eyes just wandering around and not focusing as if he's bored and can't think of anything but ending this conversation is clear but the

tell him your name, '' Joan

e.'' Seth adds, his

ur lips almost touching if he didn't pull away. It was what I have always wanted to happen with Haden, ''His face wasn't cl

going to kiss!'' Joan

s such a pe

aid.'' Seth nods,

Plus, he got into a car accident and he didn't get the chance to actually find you—let's j

eks warm up and it's no doubt th

ally blankly staring back at me. The way his blue eyes are just focusing onto my face as if he's trying to solve a myst

he gets better real quick because Belle here, deserves her happy ending.'' He speaks with Joanne, smiling but for some reaso

. . . who was the