Mandy n' Brooklyn Chapter 3 by Bee and Dawn (not finished)

On our way to Starbucks we didn’t even mention Mike’s name. Instead we talked about Sean. Soon way to soon we were getting out of your car and walking into Starbucks. We ordered our regular and then found some seats.

“Okay before we start promise to her me out.” you say.

“Sure as long as you tell me the whole truth.”

“I promise.”

“Okay then I promise too.”

As you tell me what happened I try to hold back the tears but soon I find the pain so unbearable that I no longer cared about embarrassing myself. I let the tears flow out and say “I knew that’s who that girl was. I knew it. I’ve even seen pictures of her before but stupid me just passing her off as another friend of his.” you come over and give me a hug. Soon my ramblings go from English to Spanish.

“Mandi… Mandi… Stop!” you say and then I stop “Now if your going to talk talk in English.

“Oh Brook what am I going to do?”

“It’s okay Mandi everything’s going to be alright.”

“You sure?”

“Mandi I know so” This gives me a little reassurance. I wipe away my tears and hug you.

“Thanks Brook”

“No problem.”

“And I’m sorry that I suspected you.”

“It’s okay you were upset.”

“You sure.”

“Yes Mandi. I’m sure.” You reassure me again and I give you this pitiful half smile and we talk about school for the remaining time before we decide to head back.

Once back at our dorm I tell you that I better get some sleep because I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow with new classes. I go to our room and lay on the top bunk while you watch a rerun on Gilmore Girls in the next room.

As I lay there in solitude I wish I could just cry but it seems that now that I’m alone tears just wont come. Since tears wont come and sleep wont claim me yet I turn on MTV and watch reruns of My Super Sweet 16 and wish that I had had a sweet 16 or a Quinceanera. After about the second or third episode of watching spoiled brats get what they want I fall asleep with the TV on, a habit which I really need to break.

The next morning I wake up thankful that it’s a new day and hoping that something good would come out of it. Then offer God a little prayer

“Dear God PLEASE just help me to get through today. Amen.”

Then I get down off the bed and walk out into the k. I open the fridge make myself a huge plate full of salad hoping it’ll make up for last nights junk food. As I put away the stuff I used back into the fridge I pull out a half full 2 liter bottle of Mountain Dew. Then I sit down and dig in.

A few moments later you walk in and roll your eyes as you see my breakfast. By now your pretty much used to my strange eating habits and my addiction to caffeine. “now tell me again what the purpose of the salad is when your drinking 2 liters of Mountain Dew in one sitting?” you ask.

We both laugh at this “Morning Brooklyn” is all I say in repondce.

“Nice to see you smile”

“Why thanks.” I sarcastically say as I stick out my tongue.

“Your welcome” you say sticking your tongue back out at me.

“Well I’ve decided I’m going to enjoy the single life. Pretend I never even knew Mike. Which means I never went out with him and yesterday was just one big dream.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Hey wanna have a singles night tonight? You know you, me, and some of the other girls go shopping or something.”

“Sounds like fun but I have creative writing and calc today and then I have to go to work till 9.”

“What about tomorrow?”

I frown “Nope I have to work in the morning and then I have Spanish and an adolescence communications class in the evening.”

You frown as well “Well tow days from now is Friday how about then?”

I grin “Ya I think that’d be good.”

“Great! I’ll ask Sarah, Rachel, and Em if they’d like to come.”

“Kay that sounds great.”

“Good it’s settled.” you say as you set out on a hint for your own breakfast.

Soon I’m pretty much done with mine so I clean up my mess and head into the bedroom. I look through my closet and find nothing that interests me. Then I move on to your closet and soon find a cute outfit.

“Hey, Brook?” I yell.

“Ya” you yell back.

“Can I wear this?” I say walking out and showing you the outfit.

“Ya sure that’d look great on you.”

I smile “Thanks.”

“Your Welcome.”

As I finish getting ready I look in the mirror and see the locket around my neck that Mike had given me for my birthday that first year we were together. He had told me “You’ve given me your heart and now here’s mine.” And then he produced a beautiful heart shaped locket and put it around my neck. Which is where it has stayed since. Now I slowly take it off and begin to write a letter.

“Dear Mike,

I gave you my heart and you’ve returned it broken. I just thought you’d like yours back too.

Love Mandi”

I then put the letter in the envelope along with the locket. Then I seal it up and write mikes address on the envelope. Then placed it on the table where we keep out going mail.

I grab my books and a few things to munch on and drink during class “Brook?” I call out.

“Ya?”

“Could you make sure the mail gets out today we need to get those bills payed.” I ask making up a partly true excuse.

“Sure.”

“Thanks”

“No problem.”

“Okay I’m going to leave before I’m late.”

“Have fun.”

I laugh “I’ll try. Bye”

“Bye.”

I grab my coat, open the door, head downstairs, and out into the cold. I walk in the direction of school ready for whatever comes my way. Knowing that whatever it is can’t possibly be as bad as yesterday

As I'm walking to my creative writing class I think of how happy I am to take this class even though it doesn't remotely realate to my major. Knowing that writing helps me get over things i gradually make my way to class. I"m almost there when i bump into someone and drop my stuff. I quickly bend down and begin to pick them up.

As I do so I see these dark hands picking up my books and I hear a deep masculine voice say "I"m so sorry. I should have been watching where i was going."

When I'm sure I've got everything I look up to see a handsome African American staring back at me. "No, no it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention." I say and we both stand up.

Now that we're standing we're no longer eye to eye. "Damn he's tall" I think "he must be 6"2', 6"3'."

"Thanks for helping me but I better get going now." i say waiting for him to offer my books back.

"Where ya headed?"

"Creative writing. You?"

"Same here. here let me carry your books for you." he offers.

I smile "Thanks." I say handing him the only book he doens't have and thinking "Wow chilvery still does exsist."

So we finish walkin gthe rest of the way together. Once there I notice about half the class is already there. I pick a neutral seat in the middle of the room. The guy who carried my books set them infront of me and took a seat next to me.

"So ya got a name?" he asks.

"Ya Amanda Diaz but everyone calls me Mandy. What about you?"

"Name's Tyler Jones" he says just like Mike Jones says his name and I laugh

"Well nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. So what are you majroing in?"

"Spanish Foreign Language. I know this calss has nothing to do with my major but hey what can I say i enjoy writing."

He grins "Same here but my major is Pediatrics"

"That's cool. So where ya from?"

"Jersey City. You?"

"Nazareth, Pennsylvania."

"Is that near Pittsburg?"

"No about 90 miles north of Philly."

"cool. This your first year here?"

"Yup."

"Thought so I'm a junior."

I laugh a little "Didn't think this was your freshman year."

"Nope." he says and right then the professor comes in and class begins.

Finally class ends and I tell Tyler I'll see him later. I head back to my dorm room for the 90 minutes I have until my next class to get some lunch and see how Brook is doing so far with the new classes