Hated

Love Letter

"Hey, Jenners. I wanted to talk to you." Daren told me as we walked down the hallway. My feet glide across the smooth tile floor in an effort to take me to the art room.
"Can't it wait until the next class?" I ask, trying to brush him off like dust.
"No, it can't." Daren said in a tense voice as he grabbed my arm and dragged me into a closet.
"Daren! What are we doing in here!" My voice shook as I questioned the darkness around me.
"I said I needed to talk to you!"
"So you dragged me into a closet?" I struggled to breath through the dirt infested safe. I searched around for a light, knowing Daren wouldn't let me leave without his blessing. I found a chain and pulled it, exposing a dim light which filled the room.
"Yes. I knew you weren't going to listen to me unless I took action!"
"But we are going to be late for class!" I reach for the handle to turn it, but stop when Daren grabs my arm again.
"Please. I want to talk to you." I let go of the handle and stare into his deep blue eyes. His eyes pull me in like a black hole, never to look away. I find myself nose to nose with him, begging to be touched once again. For a split second, the world stands still. Just me and him, standing there nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
When we finally let go of each other, we are gasping for breath. He looks at me again, probably wanting more. I back away as far as I can and slide down the wall. It's not that I don't want more, because I do, but I don't want to put feelings where they don't belong.
"I.. I wrote you a letter." He says, biting his lip and combing his fingers through his sandy blonde hair. He pulls out a piece of paper with his free hand and gives it to me.
"What is this?" I question, looking at him as if his eyes would tell me what it was.
"Open it." He says in response. I unravel it slowly, hoping to seize the moment and forget it later. I don't want to remember our time together. I don't want to remember when I'm happy.
Roses are Red
Violets are blue
I really like you
I hope you like me, too
Your lips red
Your eyes bright
I want to be with you
Like I want to see morning light
You know me
Like the back of my hand
For if you left me
I would slip through like sand
Please keep me
I will always be here
Even if you tell me
To disappear
"I worked hard on it, but I would understand if it isn't the best." I look at him after I finish reading. He shook his head to the left, moving his blonde bangs out of his eyes.
He pulls me closer to him and whispers in my ear, "I don't want this to end, even if you do." With that, he exits the closet, looking both ways before walking into the hallway and making his way to art.