Too Important To Sacrifice

Part 2 - The Locker Room Fiasco

(A.n: Just a heads up! There are ship names, so just say them how ever you would like! Also, a form tutor is someone who monitors your whole class. Like a main teacher! And finally, '~ @ ~' means timeskip. That's all.)

I pushed the door open. The door leading to the locker room; I had to drop off some of my stuff otherwise my back would be broken by the end of the day. There would only be one reason that I would want my back to break-

NO! NO! NO! Oh, my God. Did Abigail pass her perverted-ness on to me through that hug? I put my hand to my cheek only to feel that it was extremely hot - scorching even! I took a deep breathe before sighing deeply, feeling the heat leave my cheeks. I checked my timetable: First period, chemistry. The study of chemicals and their reactions and one of the most chill lessons of the week.

  "So I married Ivor-"Natasha said, specifically talking to me, but Demetri cut her off.

  "Oh my gosh! Natayla!"

  "Bro, we were just talking!" I exclaimed, getting extremely frustrated with Demetri's constant shipping habit. I mean, I don't even like Natasha like that! Someone, please, ship me with Abigail; I don't want to be the one to tell everyone.

  The bothersome voice went off again, "You're straight!" It echoed through my head, unlike before. It was like it was trying to engrave the idea into my mind.

I don't know. Am I?

  Zyla... Abigail... Abyla? Zyail?

  Zylabigail.

  It was like a light bulb lit up in my head. Like a match being thrown into a fireplace, a pile of wood in it burning as soon as the mini-inferno made contact with the material. The Perfect Name. I knew it was meant to be. I just knew. I could feel it in the protons of the atoms of my red blood cells.

  Stupid! What am I talking about? I told everyone, and by everyone, I mean my friend group, I was straight! Abigail would never like me like that. It's not like I'm gay or bi or whatever. It's not like I'm a homosexual... I don't know, really. Oh, God! WHY DON'T I KNOW?! THIS IS BAD. VERY VERY VERY BAD!

  Deep breath in. Deep breath out; You're straight, Zyla. Only straight. Nothing more. And Abigail is only a friend. An excruciatingly attractive friend- NO! Only a friend...

  "Toby!" I heard Abigail whine again, this time whining Tobias' nickname. Did I mention how cute that is? The little gasp of air she takes before she says "Hi" every time; the way she sounds whiney and vulnerable all the time... I like it so much. I wish she would only whine for me. I love her whines-

Crash!

I turned around, trying to investigate the large sound that echoed through the locker room. Abigail pushed Tobias' shoulders against one of the lockers. I have to admit, it did look a little humorous, considering the fact that someone as small as Abigail's stature was able to push someone of Tobias' stature against the cool metal of the lockers. Tobias was a tall guy, not as tall as Gwen but definitely taller than average, while Abigail was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Abigail looking deeply into Tobias' eyes, his eyes holding emotions of embarrassment, confusion and shock.

  Demetri and Natasha squealed in excitement and exhilaration, possibly taking notes for the future. Look, I know these girls; they would do that. Meanwhile, I stood there, expressionless.

  Jealousy. Burning. Incinerating any other emotion that thrived in the depths of my soul. Gnashing at my sanity and self-control, growling like an unstoppable beast. The beast continued to claw away at my self-control, my control slowly deteriorating. My right hand was gripping my backpack strap, that was draped across my clothed shoulder, with such strength that by knuckles began to turn a ghostly white. I wanted it to be me. It needed to be me. I could never not be me.

  No way! Did I just think that? I'm straight, I'm definitely straight. A hundred and one percent straight.

  "Zyla, are you okay?" Gwen placed their comforting hand on my hand that gripped the strap with immense rage, concerned. That was her. She was like the mother of our group, in the sense that she would always be worried about us. It was kind of comforting, knowing that she was able to bring me back to Earth with a mere hand or word.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. Of course, I am," I let out a fake chuckle, the flames of jealousy getting higher and higher, but I didn't know how to put it out. I wasn't even sure if It would ever be put out. Gwen gave me an expression that obviously said she didn't buy it: it was an expression she did while raising one eyebrow. I have no idea how she does it so well! It makes no sense! I gave her a false smile, giving her a reassuring nod. She let out a sigh, seemingly as though she thought she lost a battle of emotion within herself, and looked at me with a genuine smile before retracting her hand and leading me to the outside of our form room. I saw Abigail again...

~@~

At last, our form tutor had arrived from one of the many technology department rooms in the area. We went into the form room for morning registration.

It's like a disease, infectious and makes you do or say weird things. In this context, it was doing strange things. I couldn't stop staring at Abigail from across the room. We weren't that far away but Tobias separated us...

Tobias... Again...

But back to Abigail. Oh, Abigail~ She's so sweet, gorgeous... just perfect, a fluffy little teddy bear. A fluffy little teddy bear that I would never let go of, not even if my life depended on it.

  "Excuse me, Zyla, I would really appreciate it if you turned around and listen carefully, because this is a very important notice." My form tutor spouted, raising her pencil away from the page she had just written on.

  "Sorry, miss."

  I still took secret glances...