our classmate. He races over to us, breaks our link
and shoves himself in the middle. His arms curl around our necks.
“How are two of the most beautiful females on campus this
morning?”
“ Fabulous,”
Sasha responds and smiles up at him. “Where’s your woman?” He met a
very nice girl called Maci at my birthday party two months ago and
they’ve been dating steadily ever since. I’m happy for him, they’re
a good match.
“ Over there,”
he points to a group heading into the building. “Hey sexy!” His
girlfriend rolls her eyes but I see her smile and know all is well.
“Got to go if I want to get me a little somethin’, somethin’,
before my next lecture.”
“ Your next
lecture is in three hours,” I laugh, knowing my friend’s schedules
by heart. That’s just how organised I am.
“ Exactly.
It’s just not long enough,” he races away and waves over his
shoulder.
“ That lucky,
lucky girl,” Sasha sighs wistfully and pushes her way past a group
of people loitering by the door. “Come on, we’re nearly
late.”
The test went well and even
though my mind was on other things I have no doubts that I’ve
passed. I’ve studied my arse off for this test. If I fail it’s not
a huge deal but it counts towards a percentage of my overall grade
that I’d like to keep.
My culinary course is going
great, mostly because there are only twelve of us in the class.
It’s my English Literacy class that has me constantly studying. I’m
not sure why I took this as an extra, it seemed like a good idea at
the time and I do love to write.
Now, to solve my current
problem. I tell Sasha I’m going home for lunch when in reality I’m
going to call my doctor to book an appointment and then I’m going
home.
As expected Caleb is inside,
he’s sat in the living room drinking tea and eating biscuits whilst
thumbing through his phone.
“ Hey,” I
announce and his head tips back so he can see me.
“ Hey,” he
responds, his eyes dead and his easy smile non-existent. This makes
my heart hurt.
“ The test
went well,” I sit on the arm of the chair and run my fingers
through his hair.
He manages to smile but it’s
too sad to be put in the happy smile category. “That’s great news
babe. Proud of you.”
“ I also
booked an appointment at the doctor’s for tomorrow,” I say this
cautiously, not wanting to sadden him further. He needs to see this
from my point.
His eyes darken dangerously,
I’ve never seen him look so… angry. “Just do what you have to do
but don’t expect me there if you do it.”
What? “Are you serious?”
His eyes go back to his phone,
“Yep.”
“ I’m doing
this alone?”
“ Uh-huh,” he
sips his drink, his face firm and unrelenting.
My heart breaks, “You’re not
going to support me? Hold my hand?”
“ No.”
“ Well… okay
then,” I struggle to say because I’m fighting back tears that
seemed to be lodged in my throat. “I’m going upstairs.”
“ Whatever,”
he says. Seemingly unaffected by my obvious distress. He’s always
supported me, always. With everything and he hates to see me cry.
Whenever I cry he tells me it breaks his heart.
Once we argued so badly he
ended up throwing a plate against the wall, it scared me. I thought
he was leaving me. I cried. I remember how much pain I felt when he
said he couldn’t deal with this anymore and threw his plate of food
across the kitchen.
It wasn’t long after we got
engaged that this happened. My mum isn’t being supportive in the
slightest. She thinks I’m a young and naïve girl with her head in
the clouds. She’ll see just how happy and stable we are when I
finish university and get married and all is well.
He was pissed off because his
parents refused to give him his trust fund even though he’s doing
amazing in university. I told him it’d all be okay and he just
looked at me and shouted, “You don’t get it, you’ll never get
it.”
He was angry at them, not at me
and it’s
and shoves himself in the middle. His arms curl around our necks.
“How are two of the most beautiful females on campus this
morning?”
“ Fabulous,”
Sasha responds and smiles up at him. “Where’s your woman?” He met a
very nice girl called Maci at my birthday party two months ago and
they’ve been dating steadily ever since. I’m happy for him, they’re
a good match.
“ Over there,”
he points to a group heading into the building. “Hey sexy!” His
girlfriend rolls her eyes but I see her smile and know all is well.
“Got to go if I want to get me a little somethin’, somethin’,
before my next lecture.”
“ Your next
lecture is in three hours,” I laugh, knowing my friend’s schedules
by heart. That’s just how organised I am.
“ Exactly.
It’s just not long enough,” he races away and waves over his
shoulder.
“ That lucky,
lucky girl,” Sasha sighs wistfully and pushes her way past a group
of people loitering by the door. “Come on, we’re nearly
late.”
The test went well and even
though my mind was on other things I have no doubts that I’ve
passed. I’ve studied my arse off for this test. If I fail it’s not
a huge deal but it counts towards a percentage of my overall grade
that I’d like to keep.
My culinary course is going
great, mostly because there are only twelve of us in the class.
It’s my English Literacy class that has me constantly studying. I’m
not sure why I took this as an extra, it seemed like a good idea at
the time and I do love to write.
Now, to solve my current
problem. I tell Sasha I’m going home for lunch when in reality I’m
going to call my doctor to book an appointment and then I’m going
home.
As expected Caleb is inside,
he’s sat in the living room drinking tea and eating biscuits whilst
thumbing through his phone.
“ Hey,” I
announce and his head tips back so he can see me.
“ Hey,” he
responds, his eyes dead and his easy smile non-existent. This makes
my heart hurt.
“ The test
went well,” I sit on the arm of the chair and run my fingers
through his hair.
He manages to smile but it’s
too sad to be put in the happy smile category. “That’s great news
babe. Proud of you.”
“ I also
booked an appointment at the doctor’s for tomorrow,” I say this
cautiously, not wanting to sadden him further. He needs to see this
from my point.
His eyes darken dangerously,
I’ve never seen him look so… angry. “Just do what you have to do
but don’t expect me there if you do it.”
What? “Are you serious?”
His eyes go back to his phone,
“Yep.”
“ I’m doing
this alone?”
“ Uh-huh,” he
sips his drink, his face firm and unrelenting.
My heart breaks, “You’re not
going to support me? Hold my hand?”
“ No.”
“ Well… okay
then,” I struggle to say because I’m fighting back tears that
seemed to be lodged in my throat. “I’m going upstairs.”
“ Whatever,”
he says. Seemingly unaffected by my obvious distress. He’s always
supported me, always. With everything and he hates to see me cry.
Whenever I cry he tells me it breaks his heart.
Once we argued so badly he
ended up throwing a plate against the wall, it scared me. I thought
he was leaving me. I cried. I remember how much pain I felt when he
said he couldn’t deal with this anymore and threw his plate of food
across the kitchen.
It wasn’t long after we got
engaged that this happened. My mum isn’t being supportive in the
slightest. She thinks I’m a young and naïve girl with her head in
the clouds. She’ll see just how happy and stable we are when I
finish university and get married and all is well.
He was pissed off because his
parents refused to give him his trust fund even though he’s doing
amazing in university. I told him it’d all be okay and he just
looked at me and shouted, “You don’t get it, you’ll never get
it.”
He was angry at them, not at me
and it’s
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