Immersed Memories

Agustina

A woman can only take so many lies before she understands the pragmatic meaning of integrity.

And that’s exactly what I did. I watched as Ashton and I continued to fraternize, I kept my judgment in my head; no one not even me could comprehend what was going to happen—I couldn’t even believe how he sustained to act like two diverse people. When he was with me he proceeded like I was the only girl in his mind but in the hallways both neither him nor I would allow a word between each other--even though both were aware of the opposing persons presence. My eyes would shift to him but only linger for so long, I couldn’t even stand it.

He grinned at me every time he saw me but would instantaneously return back to the conversation with another girl. I wanted to ask him why he did this, ignore me and then acknowledge me but for some unanswerable reason; I couldn’t. I felt like I already knew what his reply would be. It wouldn’t make sense to me or him.

“So what kind of dress are you going to get?” Haseena asked me as we walked by the stores. I stared into the glass mirrors by the entrance of the doors. I gazed at my reflection. I was thin, always had been my whole life. My hair was long—light brown loose waves. The one thing that Haseena and I had in common was our eyes. They were incredibly the same color and a lot of people knew it except mine had more green while hers had more brown.

“I think something knee length and colorful.” I suggested. Of course she wasn’t surprised. I hated wearing dresses and even when I did wear them I didn’t show too much.

“How about you get something short?” She proposed. Hastily I shook my head not even trying to reason with her. “Agustina, you have an amazing body just show it off a little.” Haseena proclaimed.

“We’ll see” I smirked. My hands reached for her drink. I stole it out of her hands and began slurping. She didn’t even notice. I giggled as she continued to look straight.

“Okay, so what about you? What are you wearing?” I questioned putting the spotlight on her.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not going.”

“Yeah you are. I’m not going to the dance alone.” I accented. She didn’t answer for some time just continued to look ahead.

“Well I guess you don’t have too,” She smiled. I stared at her happy with delight. She was actually going to go—I didn’t think it was going to be that easy. “Look whose here; it’s Jake.” Haseena continued with a bigger smile. My eyes widened as I felt them bulge out of my head.

Never ever would I even think of going to the dance with him—forget about the dance I wouldn’t even think of talking to him! As much as I despised Lucas I did him as well. It was truly Dumb and Dumber. Haseena would always imply a little romance stirring up between us too but never would I even dare let the thought roam my mind.

“Haseena we’re not going near him! Let’s go!” I demanded grabbing her purse and dragging her towards the closest store. She giggled and with no fight agreed.

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I would ever set you two up together!” She laughed as we searched through a rack of dresses. Haseena pulled one out and held it in the air admiring the color and then angled it towards me.

“I know but I still can’t trust you.” I protested lying. It wasn’t true; I could trust Haseena with everything because I knew she would always have my back. My hands reached for the dress and I just like her I adored the dress but threw it back at her. It was more of her style, elaborate and fancy.

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“So what’s going on between Ashton and you?” I heard Haseena ask as we took a seat at the food court. She still had her drink in front of her while I just ordered a freshly baked packet of Fries. I shrugged solemnly. The first thing I had told Haseena was not to do anything between us and I knew she knew exactly why.

“I don’t know; the same old.” I mumbled under my breath avoiding her manipulative eyes.

“The same old? That doesn’t sound like the best thing in the world.” Haseena answered back. “Agustina, you can’t just let him do this to you. He’s using you and he’s just lying to you.” She believed. Once again I shrugged. I truthfully didn’t even want to talk about this anymore. People—including many boys stared at us eavesdropping into our conversation.

“I know that but I can’t do anything about it.” I sounded pathetic to even myself. “Haseena, I like him and I mean a lot. He acts different around me—in a way I can’t even explain.” My voice was kept low; I didn’t want anyone else to hear my dismal. Both of us didn’t reply. We just dropped it but I could tell Haseena wanted to say something but I didn’t know if it was to me or to Ashton.

Slowly as we sat there in silence my eyes meandered over to behind us. I saw dirty blonde hair and blue eyes meet my gaze. He was staring right at us, I wanted to scream at that moment for Haseena but I knew she wouldn’t be excited as she should’ve been.

Let me rephrase this; that boy was Taren; Haseena’s crush last year—way before Dwayne. He was two years older than us so neither Haseena nor I would have thought he would be interested. Oh did I forget to mention? Dwayne and Taren were best friends.

Haseena always thought he was cute but she would assure everyone that he wasn’t someone worth dating but then again she said the same thing about Dwayne. Personally, I just wanted Haseena to be happy but I knew she wasn’t going to give anyone a chance—especially the best friend of the boy she’s in love with. However I guess we would have to see. He was walking toward us, his whole group smirking and watching. I wanted to give Haseena a heads up but her eyes were on her cell phone texting and Taren was way too close to hear.

“Hey beautiful,” I listened to his voice say towards Haseena.

“Hey,” She replied not taking her eyes off the screen of minuscule computer in her hands. Taren looked towards me and then her, a little disappointed. Haseena wouldn’t even give him a second—I was sure she didn’t even know who she was talking too!