Biden picked me up this morning, and he apologized for what happened yesterday. Although, I didn't have any problems with his unusual emergency, I couldn't help but pin the blame of having to deal with Edward on him.
Things went back to normal and as usual, I got to catch up with the latest gist which just so happens to be how our class had the honor of having the almighty Lisa and Marcus join at the same time.
Speaking of elites, after Rosalyn Rodriguez, it was Lisa banks. Rose in terms of wealth and Lisa in terms of beauty. So it was quite surprising that of all the students that were dying to be friends with her, she chose me of all people to befriend.
I get that my family was a lot richer than hers, but in the past few months I have been friends with her, I have never noticed anything suspicious about her, so I of all people could testify that she had no ulterior motives behind befriending me. At least not that I know of…
My life wasn't as peaceful though, with Marcus harping me on what flower I liked which I was later forced to confess was sunflower, to my locker being swept clean and repainted by God knows who. The following day I had my lock changed, all in all my week was filled with drama.
After school, Lisa texted me to hang out at her aunts newly opened restaurant with the excuse of 'eating free food' and since our friendship could be considered quite close, I agreed to come with. So after dressing up, which was literally putting on a pair of pink hoodie and sweatpants, I set off for there.
To be honest, I looked forward to it, since it's been long since I have gone on an all-girls outing plus a peaceful day out just happened to be what I needed to get my mind off all the stress.
I needed to get some things off my mind and sharing my feelings with her just happened to be the perfect solution. It is so unlike me, like the last thing I would want to do is opening up to a friend I haven't even known for years and I wondered when I started having feelings for friends? I don't even act half of what I act like around her around Becca and Shayne. So it had something to do with her.
I have always been tight-lipped about certain things, especially things I consider a secret but around Lisa? I have to try hard not to spill. I didn't think much of it before but now that I came to think of it, I realized I was getting attached, and I mentally warned myself to be careful. But that didn't stop me from being happy about our little date.
Fortunately, my parents weren't home, so I was able to sneak my bike out. Since, It has been so long since I have ridden on it, I felt sympathy for the poor thing and decided to make it up to it.
Dusting off the dust that had accumulated on it over the past few months, I moved it away from where it was parked. It was still in a good condition since it wasn't long since I bought it.
The feeling I had when I sat on it was ethereal. I have always loved bikes, and since I haven't sat on one for a long time, I have missed it in so many ways that even I couldn't imagine.
Humming a familiar yet unfamiliar tune, I hit the streets of New York and in no time, I got to the restaurant Lisa described. It wasn't that huge, just a few hundred square feet but the first impression I had of it was that it was comfy and homey and I loved it.
Lisa was sat at a booth near the window, sipping her coffee mindlessly as she scrolled away on her phone. It wasn't until I knocked on the table after I sat that she became aware of my presence.
"Ha! I knew you would come" A bright smile formed on her lips as she exclaimed.
"Told you I would come" I didn't think she had any reason to doubt since I had already given her my word.
"I know right" she mocked as she stuck out her tongue playfully and we both smiled.
We were already deep in the conversation when the waiter interrupted, and she left after she was done serving our orders.
For now, it was Lisa doing the talking while I also added a thing or two. Since I had promised myself not to tell her some things, I decided I would be better off not talking much but as we dived into some personal matters, I found myself telling her about how I lost my memories and how I would love to remember my past. I excluded the whole story of how I found out I had been using antidepressants before and how I even thought my accident was planned.
We talked till the sun went down, when I saw it was getting late, I stood up to leave since my parents would be home in no time and I wouldn't want them knowing I went out without their permission. Of course Lisa was very reluctant to part, and she repeatedly complained about how I should stay more to which I rejected every single time. She even asked to take me home with her car, but I refused.
If I followed her and had my bike towed home, my mom would surely find out someway. With that said, we said our goodbyes and I got on my bike. I had completely forgotten that I wasn't all that familiar with the streets and when I faced a dead end, I had to reverse and turn on my Google map.
Doing that took a lot of time, since the internet was very slow. Suddenly, the streetlamp not far from where I was standing flickered and in the next minute it crashed. I was shocked for a minute, before I shrugged it off as some electrical issue since it wasn't strange that a streetlamp would suddenly develop a fault.
However, I hadn't even taken up to four steps when I halted, but it was too late as I heard the Tyre make a pfft sound. In front of me was a wooden slab, with nails on top of it. I started getting scared, if the streetlamp sudden crash was a mistake then how would I explain this?
It was too weird a coincidence, and when I thought of what could be happening, I felt the hair on my skin crawl. I fearfully looked around, nothing seemed out of place, but I couldn't deny the fact that I was getting scared.
I quickly increased my pace and pushed my deflated bike along with me. I planned to take a taxi or hopefully find a nearby vulcanizer to help with the broken Tyre, but there was no single car in sight.
The only thing I had to thank God for was that there were houses around but then again, it was night and their doors were locked, their lights off which could only mean they were asleep. But then again, I checked the time, and it was just 7:30 pm. Who sleeps around this time ?
Was it possible for all the residents to not be home? Then I came to a conclusion that the area was either sealed or inhibited and with that I kept running. I felt a strange sense of danger. It was just that the bike was weighing me down and prevented me from running faster, but I just couldn't leave it behind, so I kept dragging it along. Suddenly I heard light footsteps from behind me and I quickened my pace.
The person behind me also increased his pace and in no time caught up to me. Instinctively I moved my elbow backward and happened to knock into the assaulter's nose, and he groaned in pain. I didn't have any time to be happy because the next minute, I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder and that was the last thing I remembered.
Third person P. O. V
"Its quite festive in here. You guys hit a jackpot?" Edward questioned sarcastically as he leaned against the door frame. He had on an off-white Balenciaga T-shirt, coupled with a pair of denim jeans, that was neither pencil nor baggy but seemed to be made just for him.
His pose screamed playboy but the aura he exuded was the exact opposite. The make-up artist that was gossiping with Ella was shivering at this point, probably because she had never thought she would be caught red-handed by Edward, and she started to regret ever talking about him.
Ella, seeing her make-up artist in that state tried to be the peacemaker as she stood to mend the situation, but Edward just wasn't having it.
"Sorry. It's my fault. I was just having a bad day, and she was trying to cheer me up. Please don't take it out on her" she also tried to let Edward know of how she had been under the attack of the social media bullies and how it affected her day. However, Edward didn't seem to hear this and her explanation only made him angrier.
"You having a bad day has nothing to do with me so next time, I would highly appreciate it if you could get my name out of your filthy mouths. My name is not what any Cat and Dog can utter anyhow they wish" He turned around with a scoff and left the distressed Ella to deal with her makeup artist.