I Choose All of You

Chapter Nine

Leo's Point of View:

I swear to God, if Nessa's doesn't stop poking me like I'm a damn science project, I'm going to bite her. The lunchbell rang and I practically ran away like Satan was going to drag me to hell.

I know I'm being rediculous. Avoiding Sarah, and letting the she-devil and her subordinates sit with me, to make Sarah jealous. It's childish. But I'm upset. Angry. I should have known when I saw Sarah sitting with Mariah the other day, something was up. I just never would have guessed it was because Sarah had joined the Resistance.

Atlas is a great leader, the perfect fit for the job, but Sarah's not meant for that life. I'm supposed to protect her, make her happy. Now Atlas is going to have her wrapped around his freakishly strong finger. What am I left with? Sarah's my best friend. She's all I've ever needed.

As I walked into my AP calculus class, I rolled my eyes at the topic on the board. Great, I'll be learning nothing new today. I pulled out my journal and began doodling in the margins, letting myself get lost in thought.

I'm not really mad at Sarah, just protective. I wish we weren't fighting right now. I just want to talk to her, but it's too soon to apologize.

I groaned to myself and laid my head on my desk. Coach Paris will probably yell at my soon, but he knows I'm the smartest in the class and that I already know his lesson. So maybe he'll let this slide.

My mind was stuck on Sarah. Of course it is. When isn't it? She's been my biggest crush since the day I've met her. Everyday it's like she's in my head. She's practically moved in. She has her own pentouse apartment, filled with the finest of things.

Sometimes when I am upset, I like to remember the first day we met. It's one of my favorite memories, so I try to keep the memory alive by picking apart every detail so I never forget it.

It was the first day of eigth grade. I was the new kid, so people were pouncing on me like I was fine real estate. I hate being the center of attention so I quickly became the weirdo who doesn't speak. I was wondering the halls, skipping the class before lunch. That's when I saw her. She was frantically pulling at the lock of her locker, trying to pry it open. Her long black hair was bouncing down her back and her face looked exhausted. Somehow, even under all that stress, she the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.

"Need help?" I called out to her from down the hall, but my voice got drowned out by the bell. Great.

Soon pimply students poured into the hallway and I watched her get swept away. Damn, where'd she go? Her short ass disappeared.

By lunch time I picked a small circular table by the bathrooms. It was completely empty. As I walked over to it, the Gods seemed to grant me another chance. The dark-haired beauty beat me to the table, and took a seat. Whoever is up there, I love you.

I picked up my pace and noticed she hadn't brought a lunch. I quickly clammered with my backpack and pulled out the first thing I could find. I extended my hand out to her with a smile, and her brown eyes peeked up at me. She then looked at the apple in my hand and the corner of her lip curled into a smile.

"Thank you??"

 I made a face and plopped into the seat beside hers.

"No, give that back. We are going to try this again and you're going to act like a normal human," I laughed, snatching the apple back.

She smiled for real this time and I noticed her braces. Awww she's adorable! We ended up talking all of lunch.

Nowadays, Sarah and I joke about how I practically interogated her with questions that first day. I just laugh about it, but I know it was because I wanted to know everything about her. I was in a new school, new town, new home, yet being around her felt safe. It was like I've known her all my life.

When the lunch bell rang, signaling for us to go to class, I nearly punched the speaker box. How did time go by so fast? I was mentally counting each time I made her laugh. Nine. I need to make it at least one more. Or a hundred. Give or take a few.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed me my lunchbox back.

"You sure you weren't hungry," she questioned.

I shrugged. I was starving earlier, but if I need to go hungry for the rest of the year so she can eat, I'll do that no problem.

"Promise. What should I bring tomorrow?"

Sarah laughed. Bingo, ten. "Bring more of those apples! Ooh, and peanut butter!"

"Chunky or creamy," I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

She nudged my shoulder and smiled at the floor, "Both. I like options."

"Then it shall be done. Need anything else? Any dragons around here that need slaying?"

"Eh, not really. There's this blonde chick that keeps trying to cut my hair in my english class. She sits behind me, but I've learned to put my hair in a bun during that period, so I've got it covered." I frowned, "What's her name? I can snuff her out."

"No clue. Today was her first day like you, but she's already made like twenty friends. I'm sure she'll make herself known soon enough," Sarah said nonchalantly.

We walked up to her locker and stopped.

I then asked for her lock code and helped her open it. From that day on, I waited for her everyday, by her locker. I would unlock it for her and walk with her to every class, sit with her at lunch, and before I knew it was had fallen for her. Hard. She only saw me as a friend, and I knew that. I didn't want to risk breaking what we had anyways.

Though a guy can dream. Till now, I dream about us going to college together, me secretly chasing off any guy that approached her, graduating, finally confessing myfeelings, sharing our first kiss, and then basically showering her in the most beautiful things till the die we die.

For me, it's Sarah. It always has been and always will.