It was Friday and I was as upset as fuck. I was so pissed off and I hardly understood why, but I was pretty sure it had something to do with Mia ignoring me all week. I tried talking to her, I tried writing her notes, and I tried annoying the hell out of her until she snapped. I even went to her house but her Mother totally blew me off! She was a total bitch!
I was currently sitting beside Blake in our last ever level two Biology lesson. It was basically a free period; we just had to answer a few questions to help the teacher improve. I already finished, so I entertained myself by prodding my ruler into Mia’s back, trying to get her attention. Still, she ignored me. Shit, that girl had patience.
Blake gave me a thoughtful glance. Earlier in the week, I had completely broken down when I was at his house, and I had told him everything. He knew everything that had happened this passed month or two. I felt exposed, but I guess it was good to let it out to someone who actually cared, unlike Mia.
Blake grabbed my ruler off me. “Dude, I think you should give up. She’s not going to break.”
I shook my head; I’d just use my pen.
Melody faced sideways so she could face not only Mia, but Blake and I. “Why are you so annoying?” she demanded, glaring at me. “Seriously, stop harassing Mia!”
I shrugged, poking harder. I needed her to look at me, or shout, or do whatever. I needed a reaction! I muttered, “Bitch.”
Melody sighed. “Just ignore him, he’s being stupid.”
I heard Mia quietly say, “I know.”
I snapped, “How am I being stupid? No, being stupid is kissing someone and never acknowledging them again.”
Melody looked shocked. “You kissed him?”
Mia nodded.
Good, at least she wasn’t denying it.
“Bro, you need to calm down,” Blake noticed how my chest was rising rapidly. I could hardly breathe, and the tears were swelling up my throat. I wasn’t going to cry. Crying was weak.
“No. fucking talk to me, Mia,” I watched the back of her head, waiting for her to turn around but it never came.
Dammit!
She and Melody exchanged a few notes, and that was when it hit me.
The only way she’d know the way I felt about her, was if I straight up told her. The kiss was obviously not enough. Maybe she already knew and just didn’t feel the same way, but then why did she kiss back? Why was the kiss filled with so much passion? Why had I felt something I had never felt with other girls? Why did she basically tell me her whole life story, and say that she trusted me?
I was so confused and it was killing me.
I reached and grabbed her notebook, but as I was writing, she turned to face me.
“Leave me the fuck alone, Emerson.”
That was the first time I had ever heard her swear, and it was fucking hot.
I was speechless; she didn’t mean it, right? She secretly wanted me. She was just playing hard to get, right?
As she reached for her notebook and I pushed her hands away with my left hand, I quickly finished the paragraph, and practically threw the book into her arms. I watched as she read;
This is honestly killing me, Mia. What did the kiss mean to you? It fucking meant everything to me. I can’t stop thinking about you… Mia, I think I’ve fallen in love with you. I just want to be with you…
She stared at me, speechless.
Tears brimmed my eyes but I knew she couldn’t see because like usual, my hair covered them. I choked, “Now you know the truth.” I lifted my hood and grabbed my bag, leaving the classroom. I knew she wouldn’t say anything, but she just needed to know how I felt. Yes, I liked her and I was positive I was falling in love with her. I wanted to be with her and comfort her. I mean, she saved my life and ever since that Friday, I’d been drawn to her. But she wanted to forget about me, and I couldn’t help but feel betrayed, confused.
I couldn’t let her ignore me.
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Much Like Falling
Teen Fiction"Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the detail of how he lived and how he died that distinguishes one man from another." – Ernest Hemingway
