My Very First

C11:A different type of rain

Mikayla's POV

I was very relieved when I heard the bell marking the last period. God knows, all I wanted was to go home and cry myself to sleep again.

I felt horrible for running away from Daniel. Not once did I atleast look in his direction. Guuuhhh!!!

I wish there was a way I could let him know that I'm doing all this to protect my family from his father. The irony of the situation. That I'm doing all this to respect a line. A line that can't be seen but very much felt.

Why am I even heartbroken? We were just friends.

Right?!

Right?!

"Mikayla! Mikayla!" I look behind me to see who's calling me. Wayne. I look away and prepare to walk away.

He catches up and stands before me. I fold my arms and sigh, "What is it, Wayne?"

He held his hands in the air, "Geez! Girl! Are you alright? Why are girls sooo dramatic? All I came here to do was ask how you're doing?"

"I'm fine." I replied and began walking away.

"Ok princess. I don't know what happened after you two left dinner, but I know what happened afterwards. Ohk? My buddy stood up for you before his parents and Sarah's parents."

"Because of you, his stepmother slapped him." I stopped in my tracks. "What?" I asked shocked.

"Because of who?" I asked.

"It's not my fault. He invited me! I'm the one who left in a cab. Ok? I get it. He's your best friend and everything, but I've also got my fair share of the pain and embarrassment." I yelled. Gasping at the tone I was using.

"Then why won't you tell him? Why hide and run away? Mhhh?" Wayne asks.

"Cause then no one gets hurt. Talking reveals too much. It's risky and I'd rather die in my silence." I said sniffling. Oh God! Were these tears?

"So, I guess I was wrong. You two don't love each other...........cause people who love each other fight for each other. They take the risk and jumps because why not?'' Love each other? Daniel doesn't love me, right??

"I guess that look in your eyes isn't love?" Wayne said, this time it was him who walked away.

I pondered on his words. Love each other. Fight for each other. That look in your eyes......

When did the world stop making sense like when did it all get soo confusing? Now even heartthrob Wayne Prince is a poet, a love expert.

On top of all this, I don't have a best friend to vent all this to. The confusion is legit in my eyes. Do I like Daniel? Is he worth liking? Is it love or like?"

I headed for the door, hazed in thought. Lost and disconnected when I bumped into a wall. No! A chest.

I had bumped into this chest before. "Daniel." I whispered as I looked into his eyes and him into mine.

"Mikayla."

Silence.

More silence.

Still silence.

"Uhm, sorry." I said passing by him and sniffling.

"Wait!" I looked back to him

"Can I walk you home?" He asked.

"Sure. But it'll rain soon." I reasoned

"When has that ever stopped us?" We chuckled, dryly.

"It doesn't feel like a good type of rain, like an overflow type of rain. Today it feels like God is crying for me, with me. Today is a different type of rain." I said choking at the words.