I'm traipsing across the grounds, talking to Louisa about everything and nothing. I know I can't force the time away any longer; I have to confess to Louisa about Amelia and her backstory. I truly believe it now; it was Amelia's words, more than anything else, that convinced me. Inhaling deeply, I cut Louisa's account of the movie she watched on the weekend short, and say, "Louisa, there's something I need to tell you."
The seriousness of my voice alerts her, and she keenly looks at me, her eyes curious.
"You know I was in a coma, right?"
Louisa nods, unsure. Then, apparently feeling that this wasn't a sufficient answer, she continues, "Well, I didn't know, because I didn't personally know you at the time. I mean, people told me about you, but I didn't actually know before they told me."
Apparently rambling is Louisa's way of dealing with tension. But it explained a lot; if she hadn't been in this school before, she wouldn't have known the old me. I started fresh with Louisa, and I was grateful for it.
"Yeah...anyways, you know how it was a road accident that caused it?"
She nods again.
"Well, I think I know who the driver was-"
"Bianca! Are you kidding? You know who was the person who put you in a coma for three years?"
"Uh, no, not exactly. I know his daughter."
"We have to tell the police! That guy nearly killed you! Who is his daughter?"
I shake my head doggedly. "No. Louisa, you have to promise me that you will never tell anyone, unless I say so." I say firmly.
"But-"
"Louisa, promise."
Sighing, she says, "Promise."
"Okay. His daughter is...Amelia."
Confusion flits across her face as she tries to remember who Amelia is. In an instant, it's replaced by shock.
"No! That sweet, caring girl's father?"
I'm confused now. "You know Amelia personally?"
She shakes her head, "No. Not personally. But, she helps everyone. She's just a kind human!"
I nod slowly, filing the information away. But the train of my thoughts meets with a slight delay in the form of Atticus' voice.
"Bianca!"
I close my eyes, pretending to be flustered for Louisa's sake, but I can't stop my heart fluttering slightly.
I turn around, and I have to bite my lip to stop smiling at Atticus, and the very angry kitten that followed him; Brittany. She looks livid that Atticus came to talk to me.
"Oh...umm...hey."
"Hey." I say nonchalantly.
"So...how are you?" He says awkwardly. Why is he always so awkward around me?
"Uh, fine. I mean, my day is fine. Like, I'm fine too. But, that doesn't mean my day isn't fine."
SMOOTH, my brain screams. REAL SMOOTH BIANCA.
Brittany rolls her eyes, and stalks off to talk to her friends, as if she can't bear watching my epic fails. Honestly, neither can I.
"That's...amazing. Hey, you want to...maybe...go for some coffee on Saturday? Louisa can come too," he added hurriedly, but I barely hear him. My heart is beating far too loudly in my ears. I vaguely see Brittany's open mouth in my peripheral vision, but Atticus is all I see right now.
"Sure!"
Omg, do I sound too enthusiastic? My brain frets. I mean, it's not a date. Just some coffee. Yeah.
"I mean, if you want."
"Of course! I'll see you at Waffy's?"
"See you then," I affirm, making a mental note to ask Louisa where the heck Waffy's was.

I turn around, only to see Louisa smirking at me.
"Now do you admit it?" She says arrogantly.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"You so like Atticus."
I'm about to respond, when I realize it'll be futile.

I think I've developed a crush on Atticus.
Dammit.

So, I don't know if you've noticed, but I changed Bianca's age from 14 to 15, nearly 16. Just to make it slightly more appropriate. Thanks for reading!!