Loving Apollo

Loving Apollo - I thought you love me!

 Chapter Three

           “You can’t do that.”

           Tears were already blurring my vision when I watched Cal sigh. His predictable reaction of nothing was greatly vanquished by grim. Somehow, I miss his expression of naught.

           “You’re going back to where?” I wasn’t exactly aware that my voice had been hoarse due to the production of sad tears, but now I was, and a lump had been stuck dry in my throat.

           He pocketed his hands – a gesture already familiar to me. “Back to where I truly belong. My father had summoned me. I was told I’m being significantly negligent a-and—foolish, the exact word he used. He was right.”

           “You’re going to leave me?” I asked, words were barely coming out of my mouth. “It’s not right. I-I still haven’t give you any answer. You’re not yet supposed to leave me.”

           “Exactly the main point, Ariadne.”

           I snorted almost inaudibly. “So that’s it? You’re going to leave and you just expect me to forget about you and get on with my life.”

           With not much grim, he nodded. “That is the plan.”

           Going down to a sitting position, I crossed my arms around my legs, having completely unaware of what to say next – or what to even think. It was not funny. None of what’s happening to me was. I wanted a simple life – yet I was offered immortality. I wanted a simple boyfriend – but I was given a picture perfect God. So much for getting the life you want, eh?

           Never have I ever really been dumped. So in truth, I really didn't know what I was feeling.

           “Say something, Ariadne. I beg of you.”

           Surely even, cold tears had sprung out from my miffed eyes. Bringing my hand up, I managed to wipe them off before he could even see it. “I thought you love me.”

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           Bryan leant forward, hands on my shoulder, wounded worry in his chocolaty brown eyes. “What happened next?”

           Shrugging – an act that I had pulled so many times throughout the whole conversation – I sighed again, for the last time. “I ran away.”

           He looked sad – a little too sad actually. More than I was and more than he should be. I opted not to ask him about it. Probably because his Greek God crush was never to show again.

           Another poignant sigh had come out of my lips. That was the last time I saw Cal. No sign of him anywhere. No breakfasts. No morning rides. No picnics in the clearing. It had been three days already and the only thing that was left to me was a huge pile of questions – both from me and from people who knows him, asking where he had gone to and why wasn’t he going to school. I don’t really have an answer for that.

           Pasta carbonara with garlic bread hadn’t been that appealing to me the past three days. I had always been a glutton, apparently, not this time.

           “You know what?” Bryan put his hand over mine. “It’s Friday and we’re going out tonight.”

           Putting on my best glower, I zeroed in on him. “Your treat?”

           He rolled his eyes fairly dramatically before standing up our habitual table. “You cheap brat.”

           “Hey!” I cried, not minding the students who had glanced my way. “Where are you going Walters?”

           Bryan didn’t respond but continued on walking as he raised his fist and went out of the lunch room. Being hell bent on not being alone, I followed him frustrated outside.

           When I’m down and stuck, I run to a friend. I’m not exactly the loner type. I never want to be alone, which is the main use of Bryan.

           “Ow!”

           Oops. “I’m so, so sorry!”

           “No, it’s okay.” A pair of green eyes entered my field of vision as I help the damsel up. “It’s my fault, I was not looking.”

           I smiled at the girl. “Yeah, neither was I, so sorry.”

           Before I could even start walking again, Bryan caught up to me. “Hey, what happened?”

           “Nothing, just a small crash, but no need for first aid.” I said. “Oh right! Bryan, this is…”

           The girl caught up to my intention and smiled. “Callie. Callie Sylvanna. I’m new.”

           Bryan caught her hand and planted a kiss on it. Callie rolled her eyes and I knew we would click. “Bryan and single.” He said.

           “Screw it, Walters. She’s not interested.” I bump him aside and caught her hand. “I’m Ariadne. Are you a senior?”

           “Yeah.” She replied. “And lost.”

           Callie was beautiful. She has light butterscotch-brownish curly hair. And I mean curly – curly. Her olive green eyes were enticing, even for a girl, it was. All in all, she’s pretty – seriously pretty.

           Smiling, I offered my help. “Maybe I could help. What do you want to find first?”

           “My locker.” She muttered, flipping a lock of curly hair from her heart-shaped face. “I’ve been on it for the past half hour and I seem to just go around over and over again. Here… I’ve been here four times already.”

           Handing out my hand intended for the paper, I smiled as she pass the paper and let me take a look. “So, 1216 hmm? It’s actually just here… I'm Ariadne, by the way.”

           I led the way to the side, to the array of blue lockers, Bryan and Callie on my tail. “I think you’ve been looking very far Callie. Your locker’s just here.” I cheerily said, tapping the metal door slightly.

           “Silly me.” Callie said with a smile that held something I couldn’t recognize in it. “Thank you so much for saving the left hours of my day, Ariadne.”

           Softly, I smiled. It had been long since I had this kind of joyful feeling – ever since I was with Cal. Callie had this strong vibe in her, though I haven’t figured out whether good or bad. It’s just strong.

           “Have you met anyone already?” I asked, my arms crossed as I leant at the metal array of lockers.

           She smiled and shook her head. “Not yet. It’s a small school. Everyone knows everybody. If people don’t know someone, they ignore and talk. Where I come from, everyone befriends me. But it’s my first day after all, why not give it a chance?”

           “Couldn’t agree more,” I shrugged. “Well, since your half of your hour had already been wasted locating your metal cabinet, why don’t you come with us? In fact, join us tonight. Bryan and I are going out.”

           She contemplated, the small crease between her eyes was enough proof. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

           “Oh no, no, no, no!” Shaking my hands, I was sure I looked like an i***t desperately trying to defend myself. “We’re not going out, not like that. We’re… going out tonight. Um… ah… gah.”

           “She meant we’re hanging out tonight, you know. Eat and have fun as friends?” Bryan cut in, sweeping my a*s. “I apologize for my friend’s lack of proper sagacity.”

           Callie laughed. “Okay. That would be nice. Making friends is wise and nice.”

           Way to go, Bryan. Should’ve cut in earlier, bro.