Fate or Accident??   79

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                 The next week went about the same, but I got a little better each day. On Tuesday I went to school and everyone asked me where I was. I told them I didn’t feel too good and walked away. I paid attention in class; anything to get my mind off Matt. People tried to talk to me, but I kind of just blew them off. Lunch was probably the hardest part of the day. I was sitting there alone while across from me Jackie and Eric were talking up a storm and being all boyfriend and girlfriend. I men, sure, they looked at me concerned every few minutes, but what was the difference?
                Wednesday was the day I really started to feel better. I could actually hold a conversation with Jackie and Eric and anyone really. The only bad part about the sat was I started to day dream during class. I started to think about Him and think about the other daydreams I had had, like the one where we had two kids, Renee and Avery Taylor, and Matt and I were married. It felt like a dagger in the heart. It felt like someone was choking me. I felt empty.
                Thursday was even better. I could hold a conversation with someone AND laugh or, at least, fake laugh. My parents were excited. It was the first night that Jackie didn’t come over, and I ate dinner with them. We were laughing the whole time and the hole in my heart felt like it was slowly filling up again.
                Friday was interesting. I was almost back to normal, no daydreams or wandering mind. The only problem was that tonight was a football game. Of course, everyone wanted me to go. Maybe it was just because I was homecoming Queen, but people kept coming up to me and asking if I was going. When I said I wasn’t sure they would tell me I should and that they would be so happy if I did.
                At lunch I talked to Jackie about it. She must’ve anticipated this, because Eric wasn’t sitting with us today.
                “Jacks, I don’t really think I should go, but people are all but begging. Can I really let them down?” I asked her.
                “Ashley, you need to do whatever you feel is right. I, personally think you should go. I’ll be there, everything will be fine. If you don’t think you can do it though, then don’t go.” She suggested.
                “No, no, you’re right. I’ll go. You will be there to support me whatever happens and it’ll be fine. Do you want me to pick you up at 6:30?”
                “Sure, that would be great.”
                The day went on normally, people asking if I was going to the game, me telling them yes. Now, I wasn’t so normal. I was thinking about last week’s football game, which seemed so far away right now. I was thinking about how He threw those touchdown passes and we won, and the dance after. How we twirled around the floor after we were crowned King and Queen. How he told me he was moving. How I bawled for hours. Then I was thinking about Monday morning, when I went to say goodbye. I had hoped he would say something along the lines of “I won’t leave. I will stay here and get a job and live in an apartment and I will not leave you.” But that didn’t happen. All I got was a bye from him and a sorry from his mom.
                Anyways, I went home and watched TV for a bit. At 6:30 I went and picked Jackie up and we drove to the game. Eric was playing great and so was Joey, our second quarterback. Now, though, he was our first, since Matt had left. It’s really not hard for me to think of his name, but I cannot speak or hear it. Jackie doesn’t say it, and neither do I. We watched the game and at the end of the first half she got a text. During halftime she told me she had to go tell Lindsay something and that she would be right back.
                I watched the marching band and cheerleaders and Jackie came back. She was sitting next to me and we watched the end of the cheerleaders routine. The announcer got on the loud speacker.
                “Now we would like to call down to special people in our school. Last week was our schools homecoming game, and after that was the homecoming dance. We would like to all down our Homecoming Queen and King to center field. Our homecoming Queen is Ashley Jones and our Homecoming King is Matt Taylor.”
                I glared at Jackie. She shrugged her shoulders and a look of surprise formed on her face. She really didn’t know, so I walked down the bleachers to the field. Too bad I would be down on the field alone. Our Homecoming King wasn’t here anymore.