Immersed Memories

Haseena

I sat up slowly and yawned making the covers fall. As they fell I realized that I hadn’t fallen asleep here. I looked down at my body quickly. I was still dressed in the red dress. I sighed and got out of bed slowly, my head spun. I checked the clock on my desk and groaned.

Holding my head as I took a step towards the washroom. I hadn’t drunk last night, so why did my head feel like pounding out of my head? It was difficult but I ignored it and continued back to my path. Thank goodness it was a Saturday; I don’t think I could’ve showed my face today if it weren’t. I had two days to think about what happened last night.

What did Lucas mean, “What exactly is there for me to like her for?” I mean, him of all people would say that? It just didn’t seem right. Before I could even give any more thought to this I heard my phone vibrating from my bed.

My hair was still wrapped in a towel so carefully I walked towards the noise. The shower had calmed me down a little but not by a lot. There on the front of the screen of my phone lay one new message. I hesitantly opened it up; a little scared to know what was on the inside. Never the less, my stress disappeared when I saw who it was from.

From: Laila

To: Haseena

“Hey, do you want to hang out today? Maybe come over to my house?”

I wasn’t going to lie; this message truly saved my life. Laila was my saviour, in a way she was always there for me even when Agustina wasn’t. I felt like I could trust her more than anyone. I replied to the message and then continued back to getting ready. Before I knew it, I was all dressed and ready to go out the door within thirty minutes. Laila was going to pick me up and we were going to hang out at the local convenience store—like always.

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“So last night was pretty crazy, wasn’t it?” Laila asked as we stay pouched on the table at the store.

“I guess,” I mumbled not full giving her my ears. On the other side of the shop I saw Taren and his friends walking along. He was staring at me clearly along with some of his friends but it didn’t really bother me. My eyes may have been on them but my mind definitely wasn’t.

“Haseena, are you even listening to me?” I heard Laila question exasperatingly from the side of my ear. I turned by body towards her direction and nodded soberly. Her hands were holding onto her phone while mine were shading the arbitrary pictures premeditated on the round wooden tables.

“Yes, you were talking about yesterday.” I reminded myself as I took a sip out of my drink.

“Well I mean I was saying, can you believe what happened with Agustina and—

“Wait, how do you know what happened?”

“What do you mean ‘How do I know?’-- the whole school knows.” Laila assured.

“But how—besides is it really that big of a deal? I mean he obviously has to choose what he wants.” I shared with her.

“Wow, I’m a little surprised to hear you say that.” She comments, however; before I can answer she continues on. “Nonetheless, of all the people, she goes for him!” Laila said shocked.

“It’s not that deplorable, I mean her and him have had their own correlation going on since the start of the year.” I mention, not understanding her level of disbelief.

“Oh goodness, where was I when this was happening? I mean I always thought her and—

“She probably just had enough.”

“Wait, so are you saying you’re completely fine with what they did?” I shrugged a little confused by what she was saying. Her voice was nothing but somber. Laila stared me down, making sure I couldn’t avoid her.

“What would it matter to me?” I wondered aloud being able to hear the vulgar in my voice. “What goes on between them isn’t my business.” I heard myself growl.

“But she’s one of your best friends, and he was one of your best boy friends. I thought they—

Before she could even say another word, I cut her off. What had she just said?!

“What are you talking about? His not my best friend.” I proclaimed.

“Well not anymore,” Laila grumbled under her mouth.

“When was I ever his best friend?” I wondered to myself thinking about how long I had even known Ashton.

“I mean not since what happened.” She continued on. “But still, they kissed. Just like that.” I heard her exclaim worried.

“It’s not like it’s there first time kissing. They’ve done it before.” I said blindly, not even wanting to go over the details.

“They have!?” I nodded towards her.

“I can’t believe I didn’t know this. I just assumed they hated each other.” Her whispered biting her lip.

“Well as long they kissed and made-up, it doesn’t really matter.”

“I guess…”

Before either one of us could say anymore on the subject, the ring of the bell on top of the door brought our attention to three distinctive shapes.

“Speaking of the devil.” Laila said glaring at Lucas. I ignored her remark, not even understanding how that made sense and watched him. His hazel eyes glanced at me lightly for a second, then towards Taren, and then back towards me as if dazed to see me here. It was amazing, I had known him for a while but he felt like a stranger.

“What are you staring at?” Laila questioned staring at me.

“Nothing, do you want to go and talk to someone?” I asked smirking at her with flames in my eyes. She stared at me skeptically and shook her head.

“I don’t trust you.” She chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter.” I gaurentee and get up from the chair, beginning my amble towards them.