Give Me a Reason to Believe

“Charlotte!” Lindsey called.
I ignored her and stared at myself in the mirror unsure of my chosen outfit. I had already changed three times but nothing seemed to work for me. Everything I tried on just seemed wrong. I looked back at my bed; half my wardrobe was laid across it. Despite the display nothing seemed to strike me as ‘the outfit of the day,’ and I needed a great outfit for the day.
“Charlotte!” Lindsey called out again but her voice noticeably louder this time.
I sighed, I had not more time to change. What I had on now would just have to do for the day. I looked in the mirror again, it wasn’t that bad. Or at least I hoped it didn’t look that bad.
“I was beginning to think you had slept in.” Lindsey commented when I entered the kitchen.
“Just trying to find the perfect outfit.” I grimaced back at her. Today could go only one of two ways, and the perfect outfit would help decide.
“You look great. Will Andrew be here soon?” She asked as she handed me an orange. “Eat this, you can’t go on an empty stomach.”
I nodded taking the orange in my hand. I rolled it between my palms a few times before I started peeling it. “He said he’d be here in about five minutes…so that means ten.”
Lindsey smiled and turned away from me. She was a nervous for me it was obvious, and she had every right to be. Hell I was nervous for myself but my reasons were different from hers. I began to eat in silence, stopping every now and then to look at my phone. A few times Lindsey caught my quick glances at my phone and would either smile softly or frown slightly. At one point I just tried to stop glancing at my phone all together but it didn’t do any good.
When I had finished the orange I stared at the peelings on the table in front of me. I nervously began tearing hem apart into smaller pieces. Today would determine so much and I wasn’t sure what I hoped would come out of it. I thought of all the possible ways today could go until my thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. I froze dropping the orange peel I had been tearing apart.
Lindsey noticed my sudden shocked and stood up from the table. I watched as she went to the door and answered it.
“Hey Andrew come in. Charlotte is almost ready.” Lindsey smiled greeting Andrew.
Andrew entered the house and had a grin spread across his face. He looked amazing…as usual. He was whispering something to Lindsey but I couldn’t make it out. I didn’t even try. Nerves had taken over and anxiety sunk in.
‘This is a bad idea.’ I thought ‘A very bad idea.’
“Hey Charlotte.” He grinned even wider when he saw me. “Are you ready?”
I nodded as my mind screamed no. “Let me just get my bag and we can go.”
I quickly gathered the orange peel and threw it away. I sprinted to my room and took one quick glance in the mirror then grabbed that damn god forsaken bag and joined he and Lindsey in the foyer.
“Tell Mr. Way I said hello.” Andrew told Lindsey when he saw me exit my room.
“Will do. Have fun guys.” She said.
“Alright I’m ready.” I muttered.
Andrew led me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in the car and slouched a little I the seat. Usually when I got into his car I sat up a little straighter because of how nice it was. I felt like I didn’t fit in in a car like his. It was a Kia Optima. I guess if you really think about it, it wasn’t the nicest car out there, but it was one of the nicest ones I had ever been in.
“Well doesn’t someone look excited.” He teased when he got into the drivers seat. “Aren’t you looking forward to this? I am”
“Shut up,” I scolded, ”and no I’m not. I just want to get it over with as fast as possible.”
“Why?” He frowned, “It’s not everyday you attend the first day of senior year.
Everyone had been staring when I walked onto campus. They all whispered as I walked by. I had guessed word had gotten out about my recent adoption, nobody had ever paid particular attention to me but everyone knew I was that girl. I was the girl who got taken away when I was 7 and didn’t have any parents, I was known as the orphan to all of them. As far as they were concerned, once I ended high school all they every thought I’d be remembered as, was the orphan. I had never really done anything spectacular or anything that deserved recognition during school. I always did just enough to get by.
As I walked down the halls, stares didn’t diminish. Luckily Andrew was with me. That meant they were also looking at him. He was the new kid, the new kid hanging out with the orphan.
“Damn I knew I was eye catching but I didn’t think everyone would have their eyes all on me.” Andrew smirked stretching his back as we walked to first period. Thankfully I had him for three out of my six classes. I don’t think I would have been able to deal with these people by myself.
“You are so full of yourself aren’t you?” I smiled nudging him in the rib with my elbow.
“Why of course I am.” He laughed.
I shook my head laughing. I tried to drown out all the stares and he was my escape. It wasn’t as hard as I expected it to be because I had Andrew with me. It helped that he was hot, like smokin’ hot. He didn’t even have to try, everything he did was effortless. Everything with him was effortless. He wasn’t one of those people that had to try really hard to adjust to new surroundings. It was so natural with him. I envied it.
As we continued walking down the hall to first period, I thought of how close we had gotten over the past two months. After my birthday, he and I began talking almost on a daily basis and spending time together. He was the first friend I had ever had and the first person I ever talked to. Well no really talk. I didn’t really talk to him, but rather I listened to what he had to say I loved the way his mind worked
He lived in his “own world” he called it. The way he explained it to me was that his world was the way he was able to understand and interpret the world around him. It was basically how he mad the world around him, his own. It was mesmerizing to hear him talk about it.
A few times he tried to get me to discuss my past with him. It never worked though, no matter how slyly he tried bringing it up. All he knows is that I lived in an orphanage for a long time and that I’m now adopted. That was all he needed to know for know. I’m going to tell him eventually, I just haven’t decided when yet. Something big would have to happen where all his trust is needed, only then would I know. Only then I would know I could trust him with the truth.

Notes

I know I did a bit of a jump in time but there was a reason for that.
I will be addressing what occurred in the two months during flashbacks to lead up to something.