Rapture

6

It's time.

My last class of the day has just ended and I'm walking to the parking lot to grab my hockey bag.

Why am I nervous if I'm going to be doing something I love?

I get to my car and open the trunk. I don't reach for it but instead just stare at the familiar padding trying to escape through the broken zipper. I need to fix that soon.

I contemplate just driving out of here. No one needs to know. I'll just tell my mom I didn't make the team.

No, that won't work. She won't believe it much to my dismay.

I let out a sigh and take a seat on the ledge of the trunk. I bury my face into my shaking hands. Is it getting hotter?

Deep breaths.

"Kira."

Not hearing anyone walk up to me and snap my head up startled.

Standing there with his arms crossed is the dark haired boy from earlier.

"Theodore." I say back.

Oops did I forget to mention I knew him?

Was that why I was freaking out even more today? Another thing to jeopardize my anonymity here. Well I'm not doing a great job of keeping it myself anyways.

He smiles when I say his name. People usually call him Theo but I have a thing for full names and he knows that.

His eyes go to my shaking hands to my hockey bag and back to my face.

"Miss Kiraaa." He sings. "Are you still playing hockey?"

He says hockey as if he's mocking me for playing such the sport.

Screw this. I'm not talking to this asshole nor am I putting myself through more public attention at hockey.

I stand up, slam the trunk close and go to open the driver side door.

I turn back to look at Theo in the same spot.

"Do me a favour Theo and fuck off." I emphasize his shortened name.

I slam the door shut and turn the car on. I look into my rear view mirror and see him still standing there staring at me.

I give him the finger and he just shakes his head and laughs in disbelief. Like he's shocked about something.

My phone buzzes and I look down to see a text from Jason. 5 O'clock.

I look back up and Theo is no longer there.

I let out a breath and put the car in drive.

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I haven't worn anything short since that Halloween party.

Not many people know I had surgery or even had cancer.

In my head, I hyped myself up. Thinking I could handle the stares. That I looked fine with a long scar on my leg. Beautiful even.