“You know I forgive you…right?”
I turned to Thomas. He was giving me this sad look with a hint of regret in his eyes.
“I forgive you Rhea. I want you to know that. I now understand how you felt. You thought I asked you out on a date and was heartbroken when I was being kissed by that girl. I’m sorry.” he apologized, looking down at his hand.
I placed my hand on top of it and looked him in his eyes. He looked up at me and gave me a sad smile.
“You’re not the one who should be sorry, Thomas. I…I don’t know what came over me. I knew that something was up when I didn’t see you waiting for me, and I don’t know why I was hurt when I saw you two kissing, it’s not like you had feelings for me or we were dating. When I saw that, I lost control of myself. I wanted to walk away, but it was like someone had taken over me. Taken control of me. Now that girl’s dead and you’ve got stitches all over you. I’m the one’s who sorry.”
“No, Thomas. Maybe the people are right. Maybe I do need to be locked up or hidden somewhere where no can find me. I’m a freak of nature, Thomas. No one should be able to do the things that I can do! I’m a monster!”
“No, you’re not a monster, Rhea. You don’t need to be locked up or hidden. Having those abilities of yours makes you…special. It makes you unique and different from the crowd.”
He paused for a second and stared into my eyes. His dark brown orbs contrasting against my light green eyes.
“Maybe that’s why I lo-”
“Here’s your frickin’ hot dogs.”
Olivia came up to us holding three hot dogs and two snow cones with an angry look on her face. Thomas lightly groaned and glared at her for a second. She returned it, her brown and blue eyes beginning to glow.
I gotta admit, this is kinda funny. I’d never imagine where two of my friends would have an instant disliking to each other. Now I see why most comedy shows include it.
“Well? I didn’t waste my money for nothing. Get the hot dogs!” she barked at him, making me flinch a bit.
I looked at her hands. I only saw two snow cones.
“How come you didn’t get three? You don’t like snow cones?” I asked, taking one of the hot dogs and snow cones from her arms.
“Nah. Was never a big fan.”
Thomas took his two items and Olivia then decided to eat hers.
I sat between them and began to eat mine.