Reunion

High School. Did anyone actually like it? I was pondering this as I sipped my second glass of champagne and surveyed the crowd at Shelby's wedding. Shelby and I had not remained that close since high school, but we had a lot of post-high school friends in common. I was looking around, desperately lowering my head or turning around when high school "friends" walked by. I had already said "Oh my god how ARE you" about sixteen times. upon lifting my head my eyes locked with...no, not the love of my life. With David. I turned my head quickly. "Hey, Sara." I snagged her arm. "Where's your husband?"
She rolled her eyes. "Getting ready to pull some prank on the groom. Hey, David."
I turned.
"Hey." David grinned. "You having fun?"
"Yeah." I tried to smile.
"How was your weekend?"
"Nice, yours?"
"Really fun."
Sara's eyes went back and forth between us.
"You both look nice." David continued.
"You too. Nice tie." I plucked another flute of champagne off a passing server.
"Oh, there's Brian." Sara threw me an apologetic smile and ran off.
"It's nice to see you, David." I said quietly.
"Yeah, we haven't spoken in what, two months?"
"Three."
"So you're still mad at me."
"This is not the place." I downed my champagne and walked away.
I rejoined Sara who was standing with Brian, watching us.
"You okay?"
"Fabulous."
We took our seats for the ceremony. I couldn't focus, I was too wrapped up in my hurt and frustration. He was so stupid!
After the ceremony ended (which was beautiful when I caught it), I made my way to my table. David stood up and grinned as I approached. "Now is as good a time as any," he said, pulling out my chair for me.
"Look," I said. "I really appreciate that you want to talk things out. Really, I do. Aside from the fact that you are three months too late for this conversation, we are at a wedding, and I am completely incapable of having this conversation without getting emotional. Okay?"
"So what do you want me to do?" David asked. "I'm really sorry, and I want us to be friends again. I don't want to do this awkward avoiding thing."
He paused while our salads were served. "Let's just skip the whole conversation and just get to the point. I'm sorry."
I laughed. "Do you even know why you're sorry?" I poured myself a large glass of wine. "I don't need this." I stood up and walked over to Sara and Brian's table, where I stayed for the rest of the wedding.