The Lost Boys by Lilian Carmine

Author:Lilian Carmine
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

No Going Back

I walked to Tiffany’s room and sat outside her door on the cold stone floor, waiting for her. I didn’t want to go back to the ball, or to my room, and risk bumping into Tristan in either place.

The corridor was dark and empty. I don’t know how long I stayed there on the floor, but I was glad that, when Tiffany found me, at least I wasn’t crying any more. I hated when anyone saw me crying. She let me into her room, concern filling her face. I slept the night in her room. Well, I tried to sleep, but managed only to lie awake, thinking about Tristan and everything that had happened that night.

Next day was Sunday and I stayed in Tiffany’s room all day, curled up in bed. I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. I was lost. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tristan’s words; they kept bouncing in my head, driving me crazy. We are not meant to be together …

Sunday evening I gathered the courage to leave Tiff’s room and went to have dinner with her and Seth. I hadn’t eaten all day, despite Tiff offering me snacks. My stomach had just twisted and turned inside, refusing food. When we got to the cafeteria, I saw that Seth was really worried. He said they hadn’t seen Tristan since the dance. I couldn’t help but feel concerned.

Just when I was about to suggest we start looking for him, he entered the dining hall, with Caroline at his side. She was laughing and giggling, leaning against him with her arm wrapped around his arm. He glanced at our table but moved on quickly, selecting his food and taking it to the other side of the room, sitting with his back to us. He looked relatively normal, maybe a little tired, but not a drop of worry or sorrow showed on his face.

Seth and Tiff exchanged worried glances. We could hear Caroline giggling in the distance and I felt livid. I stood up and excused myself, walking as far away as I could from the ghastly scene. What was he doing with her? My heart had twisted watching Caroline leaning teasingly over him. I stayed in Tiffany’s room again that night, but I pretended to be already asleep when she got back from dinner. I didn’t want to talk about what had happened, about what it could possibly mean. The possibilities were all too horrible for me to face. But I bit my lips and clenched my fists tight, holding the tears inside.

I eventually managed to get a couple of hours of sleep, drifting off in exhaustion by the early hours. On Monday morning I felt like a truck had hit me. My body ached all over. Tiffany eyed me warily all the way down to the cafeteria, but she didn’t risk talking to me yet. I was glad. She made me eat something for breakfast, so I forced down some juice and whatever she put in front of me, so I could get out of there and go to class.

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