After searching
for what seems like forever, I finally find Lindsay in the girls’ bathroom. She’s looking in the mirror, fixing her makeup. She doesn’t notice me at first until she catches
a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.
Lindsay then turns and glares at me.
I can tell that she’s been crying because her eyes are red and puffy,
and mascara is running down her face. It’s
a whole new experience to see her like this; I’ve never seen her cry. Lindsay is pretty much always completely
composed and gorgeous.
“What do you want?” she barks. “You want to come and rub it in my face that
Alex wants you and not me?”
“No, Stephanie,
of course not,” I say quickly. “Alex and
I have been looking for you. We want to
apologize.”
“Sure, whatever,”
Lindsay says, rolling her eyes.
“I mean it,” I
say. “I know we can’t exactly change what
happened or make up for it, but we know that what we did was wrong, and we’re
truly sorry.” Lindsay doesn’t
respond. Instead she turns her back to
me and stares blankly at the opposite wall.
I sigh and try again. “Lindsay, I
don’t know what else to say to you except that I’m really sorry. I know I should’ve stopped myself, but you
know how much I love Alex and how I’ve had a crush on him since junior
high. I just wish you would’ve taken my
feelings into account before you went and knowingly started dating my crush. It’s really been hard on me, seeing you with
him.”
“What about me?”
Lindsay asks indignantly. “Do you think
seeing Alex and you making out wasn’t hard on me, too? I mean, he’s my boyfriend, for God’s sake!”
“I’m not saying
that at all,” I say.
“Then what are you saying?” Lindsay asks.
I bite my lip and
frantically search my mind for the right words.
“What I’m trying to say is we’ve both hurt each other, and…well…I thought
maybe we could both forgive each other and try to move on.”
Lindsay turns
around and faces me, a dead-serious and determined expression on her face. “I might be able to forgive you, Celia, but I
can’t forgive Alex unless he actually apologizes to my face.”
“I completely
understand,” I say. “I’ll go find him.” With that, I dash off on another search. This time being a search for the accused, not
the victim, though he may become a victim too pretty soon…
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