Him and Her

Twenty-six

Twenty-six

Ana

I begin to hear muffled voices, but I ignore them all. Then the next thing I know I am at home in my room. Both my parents are at the end of my bed talking to me. "Sweety—"

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow." I say quickly. "I want to be alone." Thankfully, they actually leave.

I do my homework and anything else to keep my mind busy. I read, study, and even watch television. I will do anything to keep Eric from my mind. Every time I think about it, I just get angry. So, I pull out my books and read, and read, them put on the television.

A few hours go by and my phone keeps blowing up, but I ignore them all and just turn my phone on silent. Tomorrow I will just do all my classes online. I'll take my test online too. Eric will be taking that test too.

Trader.

- Next afternoon-

I am about to start my test and all I can think of is Eric. I really wish I wasn't mad at him. I planned to text him good luck, but I can't do that anymore. He is probably angry with me how I got him in trouble. He looked so upset when I snapped at him in the auditorium. Did I hurt his feelings? No, he was just mad at me. He is just mad at me. Well, I guess I am mad at him too.

I shake my head to rid my mind of Eric and fill it with history.

- After the test, 2:59 pm -

As soon as I finished the test and turned it in, my mind filled with Eric thoughts once again. It's so frustrating how he creeps up into my mind!

Anyway, I am hungry from not all day, or yesterday. Now that I am all done with school for the day, I pull myself up to my good foot and lift into my chair. "Mama?" I call out for her help.

She comes up the stairs to my room and opens my door. "You rang?" She smiles.

"I just want to go downstairs and get something to eat." I state.

"Sure. I will help ya." She takes the handles and wheels down the hall and helps me to my feet and we slowly go down the stairs. Lately I have been able to put some more weight on my bad leg. But as soon as I stand, putting barley any weight on it, it burns and aches with pain. "Does it hurt?" She asks me.

"Yea, I don't know why it hurts though." I state.

"Could it be when you fell yesterday?" She asks curiously.

I think for a second. "It could be."

"If it continues to hurt, we will take you somewhere to get it checked out."

Thankfully, there hasn't been any talk about what happened only a day ago. I don't want to talk about it, and I don't think there has to be anything that has to be said. My mom has been really nice as if it didn't even happen. And I am grateful for it.

When we get down stairs, I am helped to the table. I ask for an apple, but mom heats up my dinner from last night. "How was your test, Ana?" She asks, taking a seat next to me.

"Easy." I answer truthfully.

"That's good!" She smiles. We sit in a comfortable silence for a while and I finish my plate before my mom breaks the quiet. "Hey Ana."

I know where this is going.

"You know you can tell me and your father anything and everything, right? It's what we are here for. And keeping something like you did from up," she pauses and sighs not looking me in the eyes. "You need to be more open."

"I-I'm sorry. I just—" Why didn't I just tell them? For what reason? Did I do this to myself? "I should have told you."

"Yed you should have." She says blakely. "But it's okay. All is forgiven. We will put it behind us. But, why were you so angry with Eric?" She asks.

I hesitate, but she looks at me, telling me to tell her. "He just promised he would keep it a secret." I state.

"Don't be angry with him. He is a good boy that deserves to be treated as such. I hope you can forgive him." She says, pulling my hands into hers.

Could I forgive him? I want to. What would it be like if he wasn't my friend anymore?

It would suck. No more name game. No more staring. He won't make jokes with me. He won't be there to text me good morning. I wouldn't see his smile, or his eyes. He won't hug me, or carry me to my wheelchair from the car. Eric asked me if we would hang out after the tutoring was done. I guess that wouldn't happen either. Whenever he would talk to me, I'd be really happy.

This silly boy has changed the way I think and view myself. Yes, Emma and Kimberly boost my confidence, but Eric makes it all better. Do I have a crush on him? No, I don't even know what one is.

I need to get his forgiveness.