The Art of Keeping Faith
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Nope, I will just sit under the table and wait for her and her crew of ho’s to walk past.
It only takes a moment for it to register that she is not with her gang of usual suspects. I recognise Richard’s laugh straight away; God damn it, what is he laughing at in the library with her?
Then the irrational hormone crazed part of my brain kicks in and I instantly think they must be laughing at me. One of them flings a bag down on the desk opposite the one I am under and I can see Richard’s feet come to a stop.
Damn it.
“So what do you think?” he is asking her.
“Oh, Rich, I don’t know, you’re all talk half the time.”
“Come on,” he coaxes.
“I thought you were going to make a move on Lilah now lover boy is off the scene?”
“Nah,” he tells her.
Nah. Fucking Nah.
How rude. I said no.
I want to climb out from under the table and make sure this fact is known publicly, but then they will know that I am hiding under the desk eavesdropping and that would be rather embarrassing.
“Okay, Friday night,” she concedes. I am desperate to know what she is agreeing to. I don’t have to wait long.
“It will be the best date you have ever been on,” he tells her.
Oh my God, is he asking her out now? I only declined the other day. Does this guy have no scruples at all?
“Cocky, hey,” she giggles, “pick me up at eight.” Then I hear the slip slap of her flip flops as she walks away.
Crap.
I nudge myself further under the desk hoping not to be seen as he also walks away. To my immense horror instead of leaving as I expect and chasing plastic fanny back down the stairs he pulls out the chair at the desk adjoining mine and sits down. I am right by his bloody feet.
For the love of God, why does this keep happening to me?
My plan is to wait it out. This is Richard. He never comes to the library. He is more of a run in the door then dash straight back out kind of guy, not a sit around and thoughtfully peruse historical hardbacks.
After ten minutes of re-reading every text message Ben ever sent me along with the daily news (just to check for pictures) it starts to become clear that Richard has no plan to move any time soon. I am starting to get very, very hungry and my tummy is making strange noises. I’m just going to have to make a bid for freedom.
This is going to be mortifyingly embarrassing. The best that I can hope for is that he has his ear phones in, head down and does not actually notice that I do not enter through the top floor door.
No such luck.
I edge out as swiftly as I can and then kind of leap to my feet, smoothing my hair down as I make my jump.
Ninja reflexes even when pregnant.
“Lilah?”
“Oh, hey, I did not see you there.”
Richard frowns a little. “Where on earth did you come from, I did not see you walk along?”
“No? Oh you must have been engrossed in that very interesting book you are reading.” I cast a glance at his desk and then realise he is just reading the paper.
“Nope, I have been staring at the clock above the door for at least five minutes. I am waiting for a meeting.”
“That’s nice.”
He frowns some more.
“And you definitely weren’t sitting at a desk as I came in otherwise I would have seen you.” He is clearly finding my magical appearing trick a bit freaky.
“Mm, anyway got to dash.”
“Lilah, you weren’t hiding under a table were you?”
“Uh, no, how old do you think I am?”
He bites his lip and does a little face scrunch.
“Oh shut it, I was sitting on the floor over there looking at some books.” I motion over to a far off book stack and then start to walk toward the door.
“Oh by the way,” I call back. “Fancy doing something Friday? I have not been out in ages. It might be nice to see some friends.”
“Oh, sorry, I can’t, I have something planned.”
“Okay then, enjoy.”
“Uh, yeah.”
Special relationship, or whatever bollocks he spouted the other day, my frigging arse.
That boy is a player and I have completely missed it.
Me: You were right about so many things, and I have been so wrong. If you were here you would have your cocky smirk on your face and would be giggling as you lean in to kiss me and whisper ‘I told you so’ in my ear. My God I miss you Benjamin Chambers.
14th May
Ben: Nothing
There is no food in my kitchen. The whole street may know it. Well they would if they could hear my slamming of the kitchen doors and drawers above the God-awful noise Bodge-it upstairs is making.
It is not a drill today. Oh no, the noise today makes the drill of last week sound like fairies giggling on Ecstasy.
I want to go up there and shout, but I am too hungry.
Too hungry to do anything apart from bang cupboard doors.
Five minutes later
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Making breakfast.”
“That’s spaghetti?”
“No shit, fuck face.”
“Do you want me to make you toast?”
“Aaaaaagh! Do I look like toast is going to satisfy me? No, toast is shit and I don’t want it.”
Tristan eyes me from the kitchen doorway.
“What do you want?” he asks me with a certain level of caution. I can hardly blame him.
Erratic no longer covers my behaviour. Last night I ranted for about forty-five minutes about Richard being a two-faced wanker and then ate an entire family bar of Cadbury’s, which I then threw up.
“What I want, Tristan-Know-it-all-Arsehole-McCannon, is a fucking bacon sandwich.”
Then I start to cry.
Meredith tiptoes in and Tristan turns to her in exasperation.
“How long does this bit last for?”
She thinks for a moment. “Another six months?”
“Shit.”
“Shit,” she agrees.
“I am here you know. I am actually in the room with you. I can shitting hear you!”
I start to hack at the butter with a carving knife in preparation to melt it on my breakfast spaghetti.
“Put the knife down, Lilah.” Tristan edges toward me.
“What, am I scaring you?” I ask while brandishing the kitchen weapon.
“No, put the knife down and I will take you out for breakfast.”
I glare at them both some more.
“I can’t, I have to go to class.”
“It’s seven in the morning.”
“Oh.”
“Put the knife down, Lilah. We will go for breakfast and then I will drop you both at campus,” Tristan coaxes me using a tone I have never heard from him before.
It reminds me of something.
“How will we get home later? I can’t walk that far, it will kill me.” My lips start to wobble again.
“I’ll come and get you! Come on Lil, let’s go and get some crispy bacon.”
Then I realise what his voice reminds me of; Ben and his don’t scare the kitten (or Lilah) voice.
And then I start to cry some more.
Me: Will you come home and teach me to make a bacon buttie? Just once and then I will never ask for anything again.
16th May
Ben: Nothing
7.00 a.m.
“Are you coming onto campus today to watch that movie?” Meredith pokes her head around my door to ask.
“Nope.”
“Are you going to do anything today?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, then.”
“Okay, then.”
“Are you still okay to come and look at my dress with me on Sunday?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, then. Uh, Tristan and I might be out this evening.”
“That’s nice.
”
“Okay then. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Cue me pulling the duvet up.
I don’t want to see anyone. Ever.
Half an hour later
“Hey guys, how are you both on this glorious sunny morning? Who fancies a coffee?”
Tristan and Meredith are both in the kitchen staring at me.
“Thought you were not doing anything today?” Tristan says around a slice of toast.
Mm, toast. Yummy.
“Who said that?” I grab the toast out of his hand and shove it in my mouth all in one go.
“Uh, you did about half an hour ago,” Meredith says.
“Duh, no. I have gotta go to campus to watch that movie. Hey Meredith, do you want to drive Deathtrap there?”
Meredith glances at Tristan. “Uh, yeah sure. That would be great.”
“Excellent, I will just have some more toast and then we can set off early, what you guys up to tonight? Do you fancy going out for Tapas? I am really bloody hungry.”
Meredith gives a nervous giggle.
“That sounds nice,” she tells me as Tristan glares at her. “Hey, Lilah, will you come to that dress fitting with me on Sunday?”
“Ooh yeah that sounds great. Who else is coming?”
“Just Beth and Jayne,” she confirms.
“Oh that sounds fun, a lovely girl’s day out. Ooh, maybe we should see what they are doing tonight and make a night of it.”
“Ooh, yeah. Let’s,” sarcs Tristan.
“Cool, go and get ready then and I will make some brekkie.” I wave my hands at Meredith to shoo her out of the kitchen.
“Um, Lil?” she calls.
“Yep.”
“Can I have that in writing?”
“What?”
“All of it?”
“Very funny. Now bugger off. We need to get going. I need to get some books out from the library.” I turn back to my task at hand singing along to the radio as I do so.
“Okaaay.”
I can hear them muttering under my singing as they walk away, something about crazy scary but I have no idea what they are talking about.
“Oooh, I love this tune, let’s turn it up and dance,” I call after them, but they are nowhere to be seen.
7.00 p.m.
“I am not coming out.”
I am lying face down on my bed and am bright red from where I have been crying for half an hour.
“That’s a tenner you owe me,” Tristan tells Meredith before walking back off down the hallway.
Smug bugger.
“Why not, Lil? Come on, you have been excited about it all day.”
“I. Am. Not. Going. Out.” I bang my fists into the mattress.
“What on earth is the matter?”
I turn to face her and I can see her holding in a laugh.
“Nothing fits.”
“What? Of course everything fits, you’re skinny.”
“Nope. Nothing fits. It all feels uncomfortable, everything; my bra’s, my jeans, and even my T-shirts are too small.”
“Well I don’t know why, you have not put any weight on yet.”
“Well how do you explain this then?” I stand up and show her my jeans. They are done up but they feel all wrong.
I do a few squats to prove my point.
“It’s not funny.” I glare at her when I see her struggling not to laugh again.
“No, it’s not. Lilah, you look great. Best you have looked in ages.”
That’s not that hard. I’ve looked dog rough for weeks.
“Hmph.”
“Why don’t you wear a dress? Then you will not feel all tight around the middle.”
“I thought you said they don’t look tight.”
“Oh, my God, they don’t. But obviously they feel it. Let’s go to my room and you can borrow one of my dresses.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now come on. Go and splash your face and then you can come and take your pick.”
I leap from the bed and smother her in a bear hug.
“Thank you, thank you. You are the bestest bestie ever.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now come on, I have not eaten all day waiting for this Tapas.”
“Really? You haven’t eaten all day?”
“No, what did you have?”
“Two bacon and avocado baguette’s from the café, and three packets of crisps.” It may have been four, but that sounds a bit excessive.
“Oh.” She says this in a voice that says that fact explains everything.
Me: If you were here you could help me do my jeans up. Or I could wear your sweat pants and T-shirts. Nothing smells of you anymore. I miss it.
17th May
Ben: Nothing
According to my friends I look amazing; my hair is shiny, my skin is clear and they all want to know what push up bra I have purchased.
I may be glowing at the moment, but I don’t think it is glowing as such, but more a case of serious Meat Sweats.
Work is mental and very noisy, so I have been down to McDonalds to get a snack. Five cheeseburgers. I was going to share but I ended up eating them all myself and then going back to get something else for Baz. I only got myself a medium fries on my second visit. Oh okay, they were large.
This is a little bit of a concern. After weeks of not eating, my appetite is back with a vengeance. And apparently the baby likes greasy meat produce.
This is fine apart from the fact I am supposed to be hiding the bump until the end of June and the way things are going I may well be the size of a house by then.
According to Google—my main source of pregnancy information—I am now fifteen weeks pregnant. It seems that you have to cart about a baby for forty weeks, which means I have a long, long way to go.
This is good and bad. Good because it gives me longer to track down Ben and tell him before I just bump into him one day while pushing a stroller around.
Bad because I am simply going to be enormous.
Me: I keep waiting for the sound of your key sliding home in the front door. Do you still have your keys, or have you thrown them away?
18th May
Ben: Nothing
Baz is the best boss ever.
As I was preparing to slouch out the shop yesterday and try to walk off my mammoth lunch he called me back.
“Hey, Lilah. I have a gift for you.”
“Is it Slim Fast? Because if it is, it’s not going to work.”
Baz was shocked by my eating capacity at lunchtime.
No,” he laughed. “Although if you are planning to win Ben back I would probably suggest not putting on three stone in cheeseburgers before you do so.”
“Whatever. Anyway, what do you want? I have got exercise to do.”
“I managed to get this for you, I thought it may help with the getting Ben back plan seen as you are hell bent on not just calling the poor guy.”
Ah, the phone call. How easy would that be? No I must remember just what it is that I need to tell him.
No phone calls, not now. It is too late for a simple phone call.
Baz handed me an envelope which I had a little peak in before setting off around the shop screaming the place down. The drums rattled as I stomped past them like Godzilla.
Inside the envelope were not one, but two tickets to the Isle of Wight festival.
There are no tickets to be found, believe me I have tried.