Friday, October 17, 2014
Thursday Tales: Bad Blood
I scanned the lunchroom and my heart sank. One seat in the whole place... and it was across from her. The girl who had somehow become something like an arch-nemesis.
I didn't hate her... there was just bad blood. Old bickerings, old insults. They still hung in my mind, and maybe they still hung in hers. But it was either there or in the pouring rain outside. What choice did I have?
We sat there in uncomfortable silence as I carefully laid out my lunch... Avoided looking at each other, avoided speaking to each other.
Finally, I blurted out, "Look, can we start over? This is silly..."
She looked at me a long time, and then shrugged, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
Talk was stilted... but at least polite. But when her friends walked up and she got up to join them, their words floated back to me.
"Why are you sitting with her?" they asked.
"Ugh... she just sat down. She's so awful."
Tears stung the back of my eyes... of course they did. But I made a choice in that moment.
Maybe there would always be bad blood... it just wasn't going to be mine.