Heart Aches

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*Him*

I went through the day like a ghost.
I was occupied with the idea that I might get see her again.
That she might see me.

In gym class I got hit in the chest with a dodgeball. I was thinking too hard about stuff that wouldn't necessarily help me in a game of dodgeball, and completely ignored the red ball flying toward me.
I'll admit, it was unbelievably painful. I swear my heart stopped beating for a while.
The nurse said I was fine, that I didn't hurt myself too bad, that I can resume my learning and go back to class.
I told myself that that was a lie, that I'm still hurting, that I can't think straight.
I keep thinking about her.
Why do I keep thinking about her?
Why am I hurting?

But she imprinted on me. Leaving me alone with the idea of someone I barely knew, but longed to know.

I'm sure everyone asked me if I was OK as I walked into my next period, but I didn't answer them.

Couldn't they tell that my chest was aching?

*Her*

My mom wanted me to stay home today. She said it was too cold for me to be outside, and insisted on me staying home from school.

It wasn't below freezing like it was yesterday, and I'm only outside for a few minutes anyways, my bus always comes on time.

I just think she's worried about me.
Ever since I left that disgusting school last year she works as my personal bodyguard, protecting me from harm.
But I'm fine honestly.

"Mom, I'll be fine. The bus will be there ready to pick me up in no time,"
I say, turning my back to her as I make my way to the front door.

"Winter Anais Clare, don't you dare walk out that door," she huffs, making that stern mom stance. I didn't see her doing it, but I knew she was.

I blush, hearing my name.

I turn around slowly, slightly annoyed by the fact that my mom is keeping me away from my education solely on the reasoning that she is worried about me.
I love my mom, but honestly I need to go to school so I can learn, graduate and get the hell out of this place.

"Why are you doing this? Why can't you just let me go?" I complain.

"Well, why can't you just listen to your mother and not go to school so she can shut up and I can get me some sleep?"

I look to my left, up towards the stairs, to the person I haven't seen in years.

"Andrew!" I bound up the stairs two stairs at a time, almost tripping and falling on my face like an idiot. I hug my adopted brother tightly making him suffocate, letting go blushing shyly.
"Sorry..." I mumble.

"It's fine, it's not like you broke a few ribs or anything," Andrew laughs slightly not without first making a pained expression to emphasize his point.

"He drove here last night," Mom says, resigned. "Sorry to wake you up, you must be tired from driving for so long,"
"I'm starting to think that I should've just taken a plane or train or something," He smiles.
I love my brother. He may not be my real brother, related by blood, but he's just as good as one.

Andrew was adopted from somewhere in Brazil, his parents giving him up at the age of 12, insisting that it wasn't safe for him to stay. My mom never told me why it was unsafe for him and I never asked.

Andrew told me why when I was twelve myself, just a short three years later. We were bonding then, slowly getting comfortable with each others existence.
He told me that the reason why he couldn't stay is because his father had become acquainted with those of the wrong kind, and so when he rubbed them the wrong way, they threatened his life.

His parents didn't want him to be in the midst of that situation and put him up for adoption, hoping for a loving family to take him in. To take him away.
He graduated from high school two years ago. Leaving me in my freshman year.

"How long are you staying?" I ask, hoping he'll never leave.
"Just for a while," He shrugs nonchalantly. "I really needed a break from school. Too much going on, I couldn't take it."
I had to agree with him on that part.
"Well, fine. I guess I'll stay home then too,"
I smirk, looking at my mom mischievously.
My mom sighs, shaking her head, heading towards the kitchen, leaving me to hang out with my brother I so dearly missed.

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