Tomboy

#7. Confusion Then Recognition

Mistakes are bound to be made. Awesomeness is bound to be unleashed! No, jokes. I'm the only awesome thing, not the story.

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________________________Axel

I flopped on my bed as I relived our conversation, before she technically slammed the window in my face. I made her smile and I was planning to accomplish making her laugh all out someday, the way Sam did today.

I didn't like it when I saw her with Sam, laughing and running and teasing. If she tried, I- no, I couldn't have been the same. But she would eventually come around to this pretty face right? Obviously.

I noticed the way she strutted around confidently, the way she never stuttered and tripped over herself when I was in her presence. The way she dressed modestly, leaving a little but enough to the imagination. The way her lips were full and never dry. The way she smiled so sincerely. Never faking a laugh in the place of a scowl. How she was so blunt. Her unique fashion sense. Her hair. Her eyes.

I sighed. I couldn't believe it. I was supposed to be hating her. She took my spare locker. Embarrassed me twice. Stole my seat. Ignored me the whole day. Even when I was right by her she ran to some other kid, and to be honest, people would have taken that chance and used it as an excuse to run to me. But not her. Because she was Lyric.

And that night, I slept like a little boy without his teddy.

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I woke up the next morning to shouting. The notorious Tuesday. Okay no, it's The Notorious Biggy. But I might as well say I was now getting woken up by this type of alarm.

My head throbbed and spinned, making my stomach lurch and my bowels turn. I felt sick. I couldn't stand it, running to the bathroom, I dry heaved. Nothing was coming out and it only made my chest hurt all the more.

I could still hear my parents arguing from across the hall. Only bits and pieces reaching my ears.

"... Him alone!" My mother yelled.
"He's.... Boy....To know soon." My father retorted.

They were arguing over me. I hated when they argued over me like I was some burden. Like I made their life hard. Like I lived to make everything horrible for them.

Like I wasn't worth it.

"Ava's .... Girl.... Sister...." said my mother.
"..... Have you seen ... Motorbike!"
"She's still... Influence... Axel...."
"He's going to... Advantage..."

Ava? Me? Why were they talking about this chick? And why was she in the middle of this conversation?

I would worry more but my mind didn't cooperate and I was stuck on the bathroom tiles, my back against the cool wall. Trying my best to shut out my parents arguing. But what I wasn't expecting was the next thing I heard. Was the next name. The connection. The heart ache and the realisation.

I walked out of my room to go grab a drink of water when I stopped in front of the now quiet room. They were still shouting but they were making an effort to keep quiet. I should've listened to the quote, 'curiosity killed the cat' because my curiosity sure as hell killed me.

"He hasn't changed and you know it." My dad hissed.
"But it has been years, Nathan!" My mother argued.
My heart started beating rapidly as I pressed my ear to the cool wood of the door, hair pricking on the back of my neck.
"But he's still the same hormonal teenager and she's still the same old girl."
"Did you look at her?! You were the one pointing out that she now had a motorbike!"