It grates over you like sandpaper when you’re already left bleeding on the rugged road, leaving you raw and hardly able to move. But it does pass. Even when you’re pretty sure you’re dead. Two weeks somehow go by. Drake and I don’t say a word. The first few days he’d look through my window every break period, just looking. And then he missed a day and then was back. And then he missed three days. And then he stopped. I saw Diana once. After school. Drake was walking out to the parking lot. Diana was waiting at his car. He tried to give a little smile when he saw her, but it was broken and weak. She gave him a smile that was pretty similar. I wonder how she feels about this. Does she want a relationship with Drake again? Does she remember how sweet and kind he is? Does she get butterflies in her stomach just thinking about him? If she doesn’t she’s a fool. “Ray of Kaylee, you’ve got to eat something.” Armando actually sounds mad. I snap out of whatever alternate pain-free world I’ve zoned into and focus on his face.
