"This beautiful piece of machinery is my car," I announced as we walked up to my Trans Am. Alex ran his fingers over the hood and admired the car for a second. "Do we approve? Not that it matters. This car is my baby."
"We approve. It's gorgeous. Where are we going to eat?"
"Well, what do you feel like? Mexican? Italian?"
"Hamburgers. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Eskimo Joe's!" We both said in unison.
We crawled in the car and slipped our seat belts on. I put the car in reverse and started down the road. "So, what have you been up to since graduation?" I asked. "Nothing much. I thought there fro awhile I would move but I never got around to it, you know? Oh! There's the restaurant."
Alex practically jumped out of the car before I stopped. "Jesus! You drive like a mad woman! I figured that you would've at least learned to drive since high school!" I laughed.
Just like old times…
It was six before I got home that night. I came home to an empty apartment. It was eerily quiet. I threw on some pajamas and sat on the couch, reminiscing about the day. It was so strange. Alex was out of my life for so long and we just jumped back into being friends. So comfortable with each other. I had a feeling that if we kept seeing each other that old feelings would come up and graduation night would once again repeat itself.
I sat next to Alex, nervously playing with my graduation gown. I ran the silky black material between my fingers and let it drop back to my legs. I repeated the motion over and over again. Then- I heard them call my name.
"Chloe Evans!" I jumped up and hurried up the steps to receive my empty tube (my actual diploma would come in the mail 2 weeks later). As I shook the principal and super-intendant's hand I noticed Alex talking to a girl, Alice Schaefer be exact. Alice was my best girl friend. Not only did she know about my unrequited love for Alex, she had spent many a night with me, listening to me talk about his greatness.
I figured they were talking about graduation. Then she leaned over and kissed him. I happened to see this as I was walking down the stairs. Which promptly turned to falling down the stairs. I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face. Everyone on stage ran to me to see if I was okay. I gripped my ankle and saw Alex and Alice push their way through the crowd to get to me.
"Chloe! Are you okay?" Alex asked me, sounding rather worried. I glared at him and Alice. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! I HATE YOU! You stupid girl! Get away from me! Both of you!" I started screaming at the top of my legs and they had to be escorted away before I could be calmed down. Turns out I broke my ankle that night but that was the least of my worries. I was seriously hurt by what I saw. Alice was supposed to be my friend. I promptly ignored both their calls for the next two months and in August I moved to Stillwater, away from them both.