BESIDE YOU

Chapter 26

HAYDON

Hello, it's me again. Haydon Flynn, popularly known as the golden boy. Where did i get the name from? Unlike other nicknames, I didn't get mine from an embarrassing event(eg: Tony Anderson is better known as Torny Panterson for tearing his pants during the school play and Kenny is Fuck face, I don't know the reason yet and something tells me that I'm better off not knowing).

I got my nickname for being perfect. I have perfect grades which would make me a geek and technically I should be bullied by the jocks. But the thing is, I'm good at sports too. So they love me. The entire school loves me.
I also sing and that gives me an upper hand with the lady folks. Plus I'm attractive( I'm not being vain).

So hey, I am the golden boy. Welcome at every single table of Westward High.

And I'm officially obsessed with Demi Claire.

I feel better now that it's off my chest.

It's Monday and I'm walking through the hallway desperately trying to find Laura. It's been more than two weeks since our breakup and I'm positive that she's over it. At least that's what I'm hoping.

Finally I locate her, walking into her class. She's obviously early.

"Laura",I shout.

She doesn't hear it.

I run to her class, grab her by the elbow and spin her around. She looks taken aback for a second but then her face breaks into a smile.

"Haydon! You scared me", she says before she hugs me.

"I'm sorry. But we have to talk. It's important. Well, important to me", I say.

"Okay. Tell me",she says.

"Okay it's not that important. But it is to me. I'm probably just pathetic. God, I'm definitely pathetic"

"Woah woah, calm down. How about we start with 'hello, how are you' "

"You are right. How are you"?

"I'm good. What about you"?

"I'm okay. Something happened the other day. It kinda rattled me"

"Okay. Go on"

"I was hanging out with Demi. And she touched me. She voluntarily touched me", I say.

"Okay. That's big. But give me some context here"

I tell her how we went to the fair and how she touched me. Well, atleast my shirt.

"Is it trivial? Am I just obsessing over nothing?", I ask.

"No, you are not. Her touching you is a direct implication to the fact that she trusts you. But don't hurry yourself into something she won't be comfortable with".

"Of course not".

She looks at her watch and says,

"I'd better get going"

"Thank you"

"For the advice"?

"That and for not ditching me even though I ditched you" I say.

"Keep reminding me that and I'll reconsider my decision", she raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head and laugh.

And I hear someone whoop and clap. Then the entire hallway is whooping and clapping.

Laura and I are surrounded with people.