"Miss graham!" Mr. Dawson shouts. Of course I wasn't paying attention, so i have no idea what his reason is for calling my name.
"I'm sorry Mr. Dawson, may I go to the nurse? I feel... dizzy." Of couse that was an excuse to get out of that sweaty class of idiots, but I was feeling quite dizzy.
The nurse tells me to lay down on the cott in her office, and I gladly do as she instructs me.
I start to feel sleepy and my eyes flutter shut. I start to doze off...
A half an hour later I wake up from a needed nap. The nurse is gone, probably for lunch, because it's about that time. I, myself get off the cott and leave her office.
After what happened the other day, I don't even think about sitting in the cafeteria.
I give up on eating lunch. I feel sick and still dizzy. I wander the halls for a little while, thinking about Hunter.
We haven't talked since we kissed, but i know I didn't tell anyone, not even Thalia. I wanted to keep this a secret. It was a special moment, and I didn't want to become just another girl Hunter has kissed.
Again, boredom takes over and I start doodling on my hand. This time I use the red marker Hunter gave me. I even write Hunter's name down, a couple times.
Well, a lot of times. His name covers my entire hand, with a background of hearts and peace signs. I still can't get my mind off him.
****
The bell rings for the school day to be over. Finally. Instead of heading home i start towards Hunter's house. I have something important to ask him.
I arrive at his house, where he leads up to his room so we can talk.
"Hunter what are we?" I ask.
"What do you mean, what are we?"
"You know what I mean... are we in a relationship?"
After I say that, Hunter grows a huge smile from his face. Soon after his,
smile fades.
"I... I can't do this Amanda?"
"What?! Why?!" I ask. I can't believe it. I knew he didn't love me.
Why did I trust him? Because he gave me a stupid marker?
"I... I just can't." He answers in a cracked voice.
I force back tears. I must stay strong. We stand in silence, until I can't hold it back anymore. I run out of his house, and walk all the way home sobbing. I use my sweater to dry my cheeks.
How could I be so stupid? How did I let myself get involved with a guy like that? I think.
The answers is clear and simple. I love him. I still love him.
