Our eyes met as I entered the classroom. I rolled my eyes at him as I followed Logan over to one of the desks.
“Look who’s here.” I whispered to Logan.
“Well this is going to be fun.” He sighed.
“Just try to ignore him.” “And hey, are you allowed to eat in homeroom?” I asked looking up at him.
“No, sadly. If you do and the teachers catch you they’ll take it and give it back at the end of the day. Or sometimes they even throw it away.”
“Throw food away? If they throw my pickles away I will start world war 3.” I said crossing my arms.
“What pickles?” He laughed.
“These.” I said taking out a jar of pickles hiding them behind my desk.
“Why do you have a jar of pickles in your bag?” He laughed.
“Hey I get hungry a lot okay.” I said unscrewing the jar and taking out a pickle and putting it in my mouth.
“Well as long as you share with me I won’t have a problem.” He said sticking his hand in the jar and pulling out a pickle.
“Hey!” I squeaked. “Mine.” I said shoving another pickle in my mouth.
“Are you obsessed with pickles or something?” He asked chuckling a bit.
“Pickles are my babies. You mess with them you mess with me.”
“We’ll see.” He laughed.
Before I could come up with a come-back the jar of pickles knocked out of my hand, crashing and splattering all over the floor.
“Crap!” I yelled standing up out of my seat looking up to those familiar green eyes, once again.
“Whoops.” He said laughing. “My bad.”
“My pickles….” I groaned stomping my foot. “You’re going to pay for that.” I said while picking up a pickle and chucking it at the green-eyed boys face. I ended up nailing him right in the eye causing him to yell and step backwards, tripping over a chair and plummeting to the ground.
Logan and I burst out into laughter at what just had happened.
“What’s with all the commotion?” A lady asked walking into the room. I’m guessing she was our homeroom teacher. Crap.
“Mrs. Anderson the new girl threw a jar of pickles all over the floor to try and make me fall!” The green-eyed boy announced.
“Harry, go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. As for you, Selena is it? Go down to the main office at once.” She stated. So Harry was his name..
“But that’s not how it happened! I- “
“Office. Now.” She spat not even looking at me.
I felt my whole face go red as I picked up my bag and stormed out of the class room. I’d never gotten in trouble before once with a teacher. I guess you could say I was a goody goody.
I huffed making my way down the hallway only to be sent flying to the ground. I heard a chuckle behind me, I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
“What was that for?” I asked grabbing my bag and standing up facing Harry.
“For nailing me right in the eye.” He said coming closer.
“Only cause you knocked the pickles over.” I spat.
“Oh grow up.” He mocked. “What are you going to do? Go run home and cry to your mom?” He chuckled.
Mom. If he only knew….
I could feel my throat turning dry and tears threatening to fall.
I let out a whimper, turned around and started sprinting down the hallway. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to get as far away from him as possible. I neared to a closet in a never ending hallway. I went inside, closing the door gently, sitting down against the wall.
I started sobbing uncontrollably, something I haven’t done in months. I had kept so much in since that horrible day.
I don’t know how long I was crying for, but I stopped when I heard footsteps nearing.
“Selena?” Logans voice echoed down the hallway.
“Shit.” I mumbled. I whipped the remaining tears off my face with my sleeves and opened the closet door.
“In here.” I yelled out.
“What are you doing in here?” He asked making his way over. When he looked at me I saw his facial expression change.
“What happened? Have you been crying?” he said in a worried tone.
“N-no. I j-just.” I stuttered not able to say anything. I crumbled to the floor again with tears flowing down my cheeks.
“Shh.” He said pulling me onto his lap. I don’t know what overcame me but the tears kept flowing and flowing.
After a while of him rocking me back and forth on his lap I finally had calmed down.
“Can you tell me what happened?” He asked quietly.
“Harry.” I whispered.
“A year ago, I came home from school and just like any normal day, I would greet my mom. But when I called her name she didn’t respond. Eventually I made my way over to her bedroom thinking she fell asleep or something. But.. when I went inside, she was hanging from the ceiling. She had hung herself… There was no note. There was nothing. To this very day I don’t know why she did it. And I blame myself. I just feel like if I had been a better daughter and done more things with her she wouldn’t of done it.” I croaked out.
“Sel..” Logan said hugging me tight. “It’s not your fault, you’re an amazing person. Don’t ever blame yourself for what happened.”
I nodded slowly, with a single tear falling down my cheek. Logan whipped it away with his thumb and looked down at me.
“It’s going to be alright.” He said calmly.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
