Free One Day It Will Happen by Vanessa Mars Page A

You think that I look obviously insane because of what I did but, there was this curiosity of seeing him again. I tried to avoid those feelings – lame feelings.” That last one was meant to stave off Sheryl’s menacing stare.
     
    "I understand you.” That part made me blink. “I would go insane if I saw the man I promised not to see again. But, if you really can go back in time, why not go back at the time before you left?” Now, this was a different girl altogether. I breathed a sigh of relief but then a certain realization hit me in the head like an anvil falling from 10 stories above my head.
     
    I stopped and thought “Why didn’t I think of that?”
     
    "Or maybe, before that thing happened between the two of you?" Sheryl trailed on her rhetoric.
     
    I didn't answer. I hate to answer such a question. If I did, it would be like saying I didn't wish to have Zoey in my life. I looked at Zoey while he played with Sheryl's daughter.
     
    By that time the Sheryl train has left the station. She would go on and on about it for hours. I got busy looking for a way to make Sheryl shut up. Her rants made me feel weird. Maybe, I should use that huge stapler at the edge of the table.
     
    "Will you attend our school reunion?" That made me blink – hard this time around. I didn’t notice that she was done ranting. To think I already had the stapler in hand – a little too late I guess.
     
    “Come on Rachel, you look like a worn out hobo that can't move on from her past.”
     
    “Yes, I can do it.” I objected. Move forward and try something greater than a heart ache. The past is past. I also hate the subject history! Well, at least this part of my personal history.
     
    "Okay. I can do this. For Zoey. I will forget about everything especially him!" I was like a woman declaring peace while Sheryl looked at me as if I was her brainchild.
     
    "What’s with the energy? Are you fighting for something? Well, does that mean you’re saying yes?" She said.
     
    I smiled. "Yes!" I have now found something that would shield me from all sorts of emotional trauma. After that I called Zoey. We were about to leave when Sheryl suddenly asked me the one thing that I knew would knock off this emotional armor I had now put on.
     
    "What if he sees you?"
     
    I took a deep gasp. Apparently, I was not prepared for that incident. Bumping into him at the reunion party never crossed my mind. All I knew was that I had to face reality and not hide from everything.
     
    If I do see him, then what? But will screw up again and do something terrible. We got home at eight and had a quick dinner.
    I sat down the edge of my bed and took my laptop to check my e-mail. I also remembered that I had a report to send to the office in London. I saw a new company mail in my inbox.
     
    The e-mail was from Lucius. He's a close friend and my boss. He wanted to speak to me so I opened my Skype and called him. He was always working.
     
    "Hi beautiful." he greeted with a flirty yet friendly tone. I answered him with a sweet smile. "How’s your stay there?" he continued.
     
    "Well, so far so good. We visited some relatives and close friends."  I couldn’t hide my anxiety as I talked to him. This guy knows me better than my own father.
     
    "What's wrong, Rachel? Are you okay?" He asked. He began to look and sound worried, but I refused to say a thing.
     
    "No, no. I'm okay. By the way, Zoey misses you." I tried my best to smile. I don’t want him to worry about me, and I can’t tell him what or who (to be more exact) was bothering me.
     
    "Tell him that I feel the same. If I could go there and look after the both of you, I would.” Lucius has been very fond of my son. He played with him often that’s why Zoey developed a brotherly-fatherly-whateverly connection to him.
     
    "No. You don't have to do that for us. I'm sorry if it bothers you. Just stay there and focus on running the company. You know, do your thing. There's nothing to be worried