My First Love's Name Was Macey

Chapter 2- The Spill

Johnny picked at his food he couldn't stomach; too many bad thoughts ran through his head for him to have an appetite.

He tried his best to ignore how his body ached, and how an ulcer in his mouth that wouldn't go away bothered him.

But he couldn't stop feeling the dread he felt from the idea of leaving the sanctuary of his mind. Every time he was forced back to reality, he wanted nothing more than to live far away from the world.

If not living was the solution to his problem, he would take it with open arms.

He couldn't take this anymore.

"Johnny!" Someone shouts behind him. Johnny loses the ability to balance on his chair properly and nearly falls over.

Suddenly, someone is touching him on his back and side, which makes him freeze up in shock.

But then he hears a familiar laughter, and his irritation quickly leaves his body.

"I'm sorry, Johnny!" Macey laughs apologetically, deflecting him from the floor by physically pushing him back into his seat. "I just thought it'd be funny, I didn't mean to actually hurt you."

Johnny finally sits up again, blushing hard at the attention that the people around him were suddenly giving him.

"I hate you," he jokes, and she hugs him from behind.

"Please forgive me!" She whines, and he tries pushing her off.

"Okay, okay! Just get off of me!" He laughs. She gets off and sits next to him.

"Oh, fuck," she says, looking down. He follows her eyes and gets lost in her beauty. She has a really pretty nose. It was unique, sort of like a Roman nose, though it doesn't go out as much, with a bump on the middle. It was such a cute bump. Her eyelashes were long and saturated. Her eyes are green; he never realized how pretty they are. Why doesn't he look into her eyes more? And her hair was curly today; even though it's usually straight. Did she curl her hair today, or does she usually straighten it? He wishes he could touch it. That phantom feeling comes back again. His body longs for hers.

He really likes when she touches him. It gives the same feeling as when you take a warm blanket out of the dryer and wrap it around you.

How does just her touch manage to make him feel like that?

"Here," she says, taking food out of her backpack, and for a moment, he thinks she's sitting next to him.

Then she puts a sandwich down in front of him. "Do you like peanut butter and jelly?"

He looks down at the sandwich, lost. Why is she offering it to him?

"And sorry about your pants," she says, and he finally sees that his lunch fell right into his lap when he lost his balance.

He opens his eyes wide and looks at her, wondering for an ignorant moment if she was somehow a fairy.

There's no way he didn't notice that he had oranges and nachos in his lap until just now. He doesn't just not notice obvious things normally, at least not when she's around.

"It-Its okay I guess," he groans, wiping the food off his pants, leaving stains behind. "Aw, this sucks."

"You could borrow my gym pants," she offers.

"No, it should be..." the longer he tries to scrub his pants, the longer he realizes he looks disgusting.

"O-Okay, yeah I might have to," he admits, and she laughs. "Come with me, loser."

He covers his pants with his backpack while facing down, wondering if anyone noticed how strangely he is holding his backpack.

He waits outside the girls locker room as she grabs her pants.