I made it to the train station with twenty minutes until the train actually arrived. Every minute felt like an eternity, where each minute that passed resulted in an inch of my makeup would melt off in the hot, summery afternoon sun. It pained me to look at anyone else- they were all perfectly groomed and dressed to the nines in the latest couture. The guys were talking (probably bragging...) about their latest sexual conquests and the girls were squealing at each other about their outfits (it’s just a skirt, who cares?). And yet, I found I myself looking at my own outfit- imitation Manolo Blahniks and a City Beach dress more suitable for the beach.
I paced the platform close to the wall, head down but eyes searching for his face. Where was he? Liam had promised to meet me here at four. It was now twenty past and he was still a no show.
Perhaps he’d done this so I’d be forced to make idle chitchat with the other girls- a trick he’s quite partial to. See, the thing is, I don’t really belong to this crew. Sure, I’m Liam’s little lady but I’ve never really belonged with the popular, pretty girls and his rowdy friends despise the amount of time he devotes to me. You could say I’m about as interested in the latest trends and partying as any of these girls are in politics.
Suddenly, the familiar sight of chocolate brown hair pulled me from my quiet reverie.
He smiled as he saw me leaning against the wall of the ticket master’s office.
“Good to see you’re making friends.” He pulled me into his arms and gave my hair a friendly ruffle.
Rolling my eyes as he held me at arm’s length I scowled at him. “You’re late... I’ve been standing here nigel!”
“Well you could have talked to some of the gang...” he gestured toward the girls and guys; two looked over at us and smiled at Liam. Only Liam.
Of course they were looking at us- Liam needed only to walk into a room and attention is instantly averted to him. He didn’t even seem to try to belong...it...