But I still care about you." He paused for a moment. "I thought you didn't want to be friends with me." She probably still wanted Tyler and me to be together. "Melissa told me what happened," Tyler said gently. Then stop looking at me like that! I stared back at him. "You're definitely not a pathetic loser." He gave me an encouraging smile. "Like I'm a pathetic loser that you pity." "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked. When the waitress left I looked up at Tyler. The delicious aromas in the air made my stomach growl. The waitress came over and I ordered some pancakes with scrambled eggs. I wasn't sure how much longer I could lie to myself. And it had been two weeks since he had spoken to me. But every time I insisted on the fact that we were still together, it felt more and more like I was lying to myself. Needing time didn't mean we had broken up. I refused to think that we were broken up. Melissa would have told him that Professor Hunter and I were fighting. I couldn't help but wonder why Tyler was being nice. I actually needed to hire a tutor if I didn't want to have to retake it next semester. I had missed so many Stat classes that I would surely fail my next test. "I've been doing a lot of that lately." And I had. "I didn't know you were one for playing hooky," Tyler said.
Regardless, I searched for something cheap just in case Tyler insisted on paying. I slid in across from Tyler and looked down at the menu. We entered the restaurant and followed the hostess to a booth. The leaves were bright yellow, orange, and red. And if he could forgive me, maybe Professor Hunter could too. I felt so guilty about what had happened between us. "Really good, actually." Him talking to me meant more than he could possibly know. "Where are we going?" I asked as I caught up to Tyler. When had he become just another one of my teachers? The thought was chilling. He was busy writing something on the chalkboard. I looked over my shoulder as I exited out the back door. Maybe Professor Hunter would notice me now. I quickly grabbed my bag and followed him out of the classroom. Tyler stood up and put his backpack over one shoulder. Professor Hunter, look at me! He didn't glance in my direction. Had he replaced it? Had he replaced me? He looked calm and composed. He was wearing a sweater identical to the one he had given me the first time we met. Professor Hunter walked into the classroom and put his satchel on the desk.
"You know what, I actually forgot to eat breakfast this morning. Tyler grabbed his backpack, placed it on the floor beside my desk, and sat down next to me. "I went to dinner the other night with Melissa." The other night was a few nights ago. Everything tasted bland and I felt sick to my stomach.
If I didn't feel so numb I'd probably burst into tears. "What?" I didn't need to be insulted right now.
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Apparently I was so used to being ignored that I had forgotten how to speak because I just stared at him. Having everyone mad at me was exhausting. Why was he talking to me? The last time we spoke he had made it clear we weren't friends. He had placed his backpack on the seat in front of the one he used to always sit in. It took me a moment to even realize that someone was addressing me. How was I supposed to do this anymore? I'd rather just stop showing up and fail the class than sit here one more second. He didn't have to watch me and take notes on my every word. Every day that I saw Professor Hunter I had this pathetic hope that things would somehow be the way they were before.
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