I made my way into the school trying my best to avoid eye contact with everyone.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me. I could feel their conversations about what had happened. They discussed the events in low hushed whispers hoping I didn't hear them.
I did.
Working on my locker combo I let out a sigh before it clicked and I pulled it open. There was a rustling behind me and I glanced backwards.
Lucas.
Lucas was probably the only boy I really ever liked. I mean yes I've had crushes, but they were weren't a big deal.
But Lucas. Lucas was so much more.
With his short dark brown hair, tan skin, exotic blue eyes, strong jawline, tall figure, perfect body, funny personality, kind heart, and perfection. He was the most attractive person in the school.
Others could argue, saying he wasn't. But they're wrong. He was and even though he probably knew it because of the dozens of crushes people had on him, he was never cocky at all.
That made my heart melt.
We liked each other and we both knew it but played oblivious. I had the gift of playing it cool around him and not acting like a hopeless romantic loser.
"Hey." He said quietly giving me a small and almost concerned smile.
Great.
"Hey." I said back with the same softness before returning to my locker and hanging up my jacket.
"How's it going?" He asked, I could picture his face and when I imagined it, it didn't show pity, it showed sympathy.
And for some reason they were totally different things.
I bit my lip before closing my locker door and turning to face him.
"It's going..." Was all that I really mumbled out before taking a deep breath and looking at my feet.
There was a long and awkward silence that was probably only ten seconds but felt like so much longer.
"Look I-" Lucas started nervously, "I just wanted to tell you-" he ran his finger through his hair and sighed, "I just wanted to say I don't think your moms guilty."
He glanced up at me.
Oh my lord.
Say something. Not stupid. Flirty. But not too flirty. With a hint of sadness. But also some strongness. Sound smart and not like a total idiot.
"Really?"
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
"Yea," he smiled that perfect smile of his, " and if you ever need anything," he paused, "or anyone, I'm here."
Did he really say that? Did I hear that right? Is this happening? Chill Leigh.
Chill.
"Thanks." I said softly giving him the best half-hatted smile I could muster up.
"So I was wondering," he said biting his lip, was he nervous? "If you wanted to, I don't know, hang out sometime? Like to clear your head?"
Is this real life?
"I would love to, but..." I paused, "maybe your right," it would be good to have a distraction from all... this."
I gave him a smile and he returned it back with an even better and cuter smile that made me smile more.
"Awesome." he said as he snickered. "I'll talk to you later then?" He started walking back wards as he said this.
"Yea." I said taking a step backwards and he gave me a final grin before turning around and walking to class and I did the same.
Biting my lip, I tried to keep myself from looking mad as I held my grin and happiness inside.
The rest of the day was boring and no one dared bring up what happened which I was glad about.
I took the bus home and listened to music and I looked out the window, not conversing with the person next to me and instead stared out the window.
And now I lay on my bed. Thinking. Which for me, thinking was dangerous, I could freak myself out with my own thoughts and become paranoid. What was I thinking about?
The events of today. Lucas and I had two classes together and usually hung out with each other. Today he took my bag and refused to give it back. He was making me feel better with out using a sympathy trick.
I rolled over so I was sitting with my feet dangling off the bed. My head pounded and I felt sick.
Great time to do homework.
I dragged myself over to my bag. I hated homework. Can't I get a break. I'm tired. I'm bored. I want sushi. I missed my mom.
Opening my back pack I pulled out my notebook and a few other things when a little box dropped out. My name was scribbled on the front of it. The box was black and slim and when I shook it, it rattled around.
I opened it and a tiny piece of paper fell out.
"Feel better" I mumble out as I read, them I looked at the contents of the box.
It was a necklace. It was made of wood and was painted white. The wood was cut into an irregular shape and was simple.
On the inside of the box, in the same handwriting, there was a name written.
Lucas.
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