Another week has passed by, and I haven't noticed Blaire at school lately, well at least not at lunch. I wonder if he's been sick.

Right now I'm at lunch eating a delicious and fresh fruit bowl at the table. It's kind of cloudy and chilly outside, but that's not stopping people from hanging out in the courtyard.

"If we were really friends, you would give me a few of your pineapples Rose." Nina spoke raising an eyebrow with a smile on her face. We both stared at each other, and bursted out laughing.

"Here, I'm full anyways." I said passing her the rest of the fruit bowl while stuffing one last pineapple and strawberry in my mouth. In my opinion fruits tastes the best in June and July, right now it's September, but the fruit out here tastes pretty fresh and juicy. Maybe it's because it's a totally different state, and a totally different climate than Illinois.

"Sometimes I think you're lying when you say you're full because you are so damn skinny." Tia said stuffing her daily fries in her mouth. I closed my eyes chuckling and shaking my head.

"I swear to you guys I eat like a total beast. Ask Danny. His family came over plenty of times for dinner to know that."

Danny nodded his head agreeing.

"She's telling the truth guys, but I think the person who eats the most at this table is Nina," he spoke looking right at her. They were sitting next to each other, I wish they could just date already.

"No I do not." Nina joked pushing his shoulder with one of her hands.

"She does guys I swear."

"I could believe it, that girl came to my house one time and ate mostly ALL of my homemade macaroni. I didn't even tell her she could have any!" Tia spoke now taking a drink out of her water bottle. We all started laughing.

"For one of the times when she came over for dinner, she first had one helping of food when my parents were around. When they went upstairs, she had three more." Danny laughed looking at her. She smiled rolling her eyes.

"Woah woah..dinner?" Hanna questioned smiling looking at them. I could easily notice Danny starting to blush, and Nina's yellow undertone beginning to turn red. I thought she said she couldn't blush?

"More like 'for one of the times'." I added in looking at Hanna, and then them as well. This is so cute.

"More like where was my invite?" Jackson finished making us all laugh.

"True" I heard throughout the table. Lunch passed by pretty fast, and we talked about who knows what. The rest of the school day went by pretty normal, and hilarious as well. Tia talked to me in English class about how she has a crush on this guy named EJ, I told her to go for it. Also, in culinary arts Jackson of course started a fire making the whole school go outside until it got put out.

Danny and I drove back home together. When I got out of the car and went up to my porch, there laid a bundle of fresh picked red roses on the ground with a note attached to them. I picked them up curiously examining the note.

-

The message read. I smiled. How sweet.

I walked inside of my house getting a fresh vase filled with water to put the beautiful roses in. Once that was done, I brought them up to my room, put them on one of my shelves, and put on bedclothes.

Now I am laying across my bed on my back, just having deep conversations with myself-in my head of course. I should have really asked Danny if he liked Nina in the car, I would totally ship them.

But somehow, thinking about relationships made me think about Andrew. Maybe I should try talking to him, I still do care about him no matter what he has done to me. It's not like I can hold this anger inside of me forever either. He's probably somewhere off in college hooking up with other girls, but this is my senior year, and eventually I'll soon be leaving for college as well. I'll probably never speak to him again once I leave. I mean, he tried reaching out to me too when school started for me, he could possibly want to talk..right?

I got up from my bed and down on the floor searching for my old photo box. When I got ahold of it, I opened it looking through the pictures I had taken with Andrew. However, the only pictures currently right now in that box were Andrew and I with other people. The photos we've only taken together, especially the one Blaire was looking at, were missing. Maybe I placed them somewhere else, I haven't gone through this box in months.

Maybe Blaire accidentally took it?

I grabbed all of the pictures I took out, placed them back in the box, and put the box back underneath my bed. I sort of just sat there on the floor zoned out by my thoughts, but then suddenly the doorbell rang.

I looked out of my bedroom window to see if I could see who it was. It was Anna, Blaire's mom. She was mildly pacing back and forth with her hands on her hips.

I quickly got up and went downstairs, answering the door.

She stopped pacing, stared at me, and began to speak.

"Hello Rose." She spoke with an anxious smile forming on her face. I smiled back awkwardly.

"Hi." I spoke still holding onto the door. I wonder if she was here to talk about my mom's pie we gave her not too long ago, or Blaire.

"You know Blaire has been speaking very greatly of you lately. He's glad he has a..friend." She spoke now playing with her thumbs but still having her eyes locked on me.

"Yeah.....I'm glad I can be his friend too. I haven't seen him in school lately, is he sick?" I questioned. Anna's smile began to disappear.

"Yes, very." She responded. That sucks.

"Can you tell him I said I hope he feels better? Or maybe does he have a phone number? Here I'll write my number down for yo-"

"Rose." Anna spoke interrupting me. I stopped talking letting her continue.

"Blaire..isn't like the rest of..everyone you talk to. He's different, and very hard to understand and predict at times. I think it's best if you two not associate yourselves with one another, it would just be..better that way."

Blaire is different, but he's nice. At least me befriending him gives him the opportunity to feel like there's someone who doesn't hate him, and there's someone he can go to in dark times. Why would Anna want to push that feeling away from him?

"Anna, I respect your concern for your child-"

"-This is my concern for you Rose." She spoke in a serious, and harsh tone cutting me off. I took a deep breath.

"Blaire and I have talked, we've even hungout. I know I haven't known him for months, but I'm sure it's safe to say that I like him. If I didn't I would have not even tried to become friends with him. I'm sure whatever Blaire does that's hard to "understand" or "predict", I'll be able to deal with. That's what friends are for. Right?" I said calmly. She looked upset.

"Blaire is going through a hard time right now, and he needs someone to be there for him. I'm the only person that's willing to do that for him and I would expect you to appreciate that, as a mother." I continued. Anna shook her head, and began to walk away. I saw her whisper something to herself, but I couldn't clearly make out what she said.

As I began to close the door, she quickly turned around before walking across the street.

"Burn the roses he gave you."

My parents came home a couple of hours after that, and no way was I going to tell them what happened. They were in a really happy mood, and my mom was making my favorite food ever, tacos.

When I got done eating my 10th taco, I finally went upstairs, finished my homework, and looked at the beautiful, and fresh roses that are on my shelf.

Burn the roses he gave you.

Does Anna have a hatred for me, or for her son? And what's really going on in their household? Everything she said to me concerned me, but also made her come off as being really psychotic as well.

First you tell me it's only you living in your household, and then when I start to become friends with your son you make it seem as if he's dangerous?

There's something she's hiding.

Maybe her warnings for me are right,

Or maybe they're wrong.

I'm going to get down to the bottom of this.

I decided to get on oovoo with my friends Stacey, Erica, and Sara. We were all cracking up about the sleepovers we used to have with one another.

"Man, I miss you guys." I spoke wiping a tear out of my eye from laughing so hard.

"We miss you more Rose..nothings the same without you.." Stacey responded, everyone went silent.

"It's okay guys..summer is in a couple of months, and I'll come visit." I said trying to cheer everyone up.

"Summer is in nine months!" Sara exclaimed. We all started laughing.

"Maybe for winter break then, we can build snowmans together." I spoke tying my shoulder length hair into a bun.

"Shit you're going to make me start singing the song again."

"Guys fuck I gotta go clean up my parents are home!" Stacey said panicking. We all still laughed, her parents were absolute neat freaks. They were nice people though.

"Bye Stace" we all said. She smiled and then hungup. Now it was just Sara, Erica, and I.

"Have you spoken to Andrew?" Erica asked me. She used to also be one of Andrew and I's childhood buddies. We all thought we could conquer the world together in our diapers and fake capes. When things went south with Andrew and I, so did it with Erica and I. We got back on good terms though.

"Um no. Ironically I was thinking about him today though." I responded grabbing my phone seeing if I had any messages. Just a few from Nina and them.

"Maybe you should give it a try Rose. What's the worst that could happen?" Sara spoke.

"A lot of things." Erica and I spoke and laughed at the same time.

"I think it is time to at least speak to each other, even though you're still angry at him. He doesn't even deserve forgiveness, but you can't hold that anger in you either, it's not healthy." Sara finished. She's right.

I took a moment to think.

"Fine, I'll do it. But you guys still have to stay on oovoo, just incase he answers." I said making them agree. Apart of me doesn't want him to answer, and apart of me does.

I went to the call section of my phone, unblocked his number, and slowly pressed on the call button. The phone ringed for what seemed like forever.

My heart was racing.

What if he does answer? What will I say? Will I freeze? The anticipation was getting to me.

Sitting there for what seemed like forever, something finally happened that made me regret calling at all.

Voicemail.