Creative Girl and Him

Chapter 27

"Meet me by my bike after school." Art says grabbing my hand. "I need to show you something."

"Okay." He kisses me lightly and walks back into the school. I sigh and throw my lunch away in the trash bin the gardening club probably uses. I walk back into the building and head to Mr. B's classroom. I open the door and walk to his open office. "Mr. B?" He looks up at me with a smile.

"Hey Opal. What do you need?"

"Can we talk about something personal for a second?"

"Yeah of course. Go ahead and close the door." I close the door behind me and I sit on the chair. "What's going on?" I sigh heavily.

"Okay, this is a really, REALLY personal thing."

"Well as a teacher I'm here to help. If you feel like talking about it then I don't mind listening." I nod and swallow hard.

"Okay, so Art opened up to me about Jessica and a lot of other things and I do love that he told me cause that means he wants to change right? And by change I mean, change being cut off and distant."

"It does seem that way Opal yes. Art never opens up so its good he's comfortable enough to tell you these things. He trusts you." I bite my lip and hang my head down.

"What if I did something that would make him hate me and never trust me again? And what if that something would make him never open up again?" Mr. B exhales slowly and leans back in his chair in silence.

"Can I know what said something is?" I want to tell him...

"No." Mr. B nods.

"Okay. Well," he leans forward. "In my opinion, you should take the risk and tell him. Because it would be better to hear it from you and not anyone else so he could maybe forgive you." I nod. "Just tell him whatever this thing is, that it was a mistake."

"It was a mistake." I look up at Mr. B, "but I don't regret it and I'm not sorry for it." He nods again.

"Then tell him that. He cares about you Opal." I bite my lip hard.

"What if I promised I wouldn't say a word to anyone about the thing?"

"Did you promise yourself or another person?"

"Both."

"In that case, keep in mind that just because you promised and they may have promised back, that doesn't mean they're true to their word. This school is full of deceptive and manipulative people."

"But Peter wouldn't lie to me." Mr. B smirks.

"You and Peter huh?" I swallow hard. "Okay, I know what exactly went on now." Mr. B. Leans forward again. "Look, just because you and Peter had a fling, whether it be kissing or sex, it doesn't mean you like him more than a friend correct?"

"Yeah..."

"And Art means a lot to you as something a bit more than a friend, so explain that to him."

"But I keep thinking about Peter when I kiss Art." Mr. B nods and leans back in his chair.

"That is quite a predicament." I lean forward and bury my face in my hands. "Was Peter your first time by any chance?" I feel my face heat up against my palms. "I'm assuming so. It's not that uncommon Opal. That's not exactly something you get over in a night. Once you are, let's say, intimate with someone you care about more than Peter, you'll forget about it." I look up at Mr. B, my face still burning up.

"Really?"

"Yes. But I do suggest telling Art. He will overreact a bit and want to hurt Peter but just do your best to keep him calm and tell him how you feel about him, the situation and Peter." I swallow hard and nod.

"Thanks Mr. B."

"Anytime Opal. I'll see you in class." I smile and walk out of his office. I walk into the hall and watch everyone walking and talking. There is still a good 10 minutes before class starts so I could walk around and explore, talk to the guys or relax in Mr. B's class...

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I open the back door and walk out of the school. I look into the distance and see a baseball diamond, I didn't know they had sports teams to be honest. I walk over to the gate and see a guy wearing a helmet and hitting balls. He's actually really good. My dad was a baseball fan so I know some terminology. The pitching machine stops throwing balls and the guy takes off his helmet as he walks to turn off the machine. Just then the bell rings and I turn around.

"Hey." I stop in my tracks and look over at the guy.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"You didn't intrude on anything." I swallow hard as he walks over and leans against the fence. "You're Opal right?" I nod lightly.

"How do you know that?"

"Well, you're Art's girlfriend so it's kinda hard not to know who you are. Plus you're a bit of a prodigy in dance and music. Very talented. Artistic." I feel a blush coming to my cheeks. "I'm Oliver." I can't help but smile. "Why the smile? I don't look like an Oliver do I?" I laugh and shake my head.

"No, it's just funny. I'm Opal and you're Oliver, our names start with the same letter." Oliver smiles.

"You think that's funny?" I bite my lip and clear my throat.

"I have an odd sense of humor."

"So does Art so no worries." My smile fades.

"You know Art? Personally?" Oliver laughs.

"It's kind of a given."

"Why do you say that?" Oliver's smile fades.

"Art hasn't told you about me?" I shake my head. "I should go. It was nice talking Opal." Oliver turns around to grab his bag and walks the opposite direction of school.

"Oliver!" He continues walking and I sigh. I turn back to the school and walk to Mr. B's class, thinking about what Oliver was saying. What did he mean when he said 'he hasn't told you about me'? More importantly, who is he to Art...

"Hi." I look up and see Peter looking down at me and walking backwards. "You okay?" I sigh.

"Not entirely." I swallow hard and pull Peter to the side. "I need to tell Art what happened."

"What happened?" I smack Peter's chest lightly.

"With us dummy."

"What? No, Opal, you can't do that. We made a promise."

"I know Peter. But I can't keep this from Art. It was a one time thing, and he deserves to know."

"He doesn't tell you any of his secrets Opal so why should you tell him one of yours? Not to mention, if he doesn't beat my ass, he'll hurt you."

"And I wanna take that risk." Peter gives me a confused look. "I really like Art. If I don't tell him, it'll haunt me forever. I can't not tell Peter. I don't care if he wants to hurt me because I have enough faith in him that he won't. If worse comes to worse, I'll protect you too. I'm sorry but I need to tell Art." Peter stays silent and I walk to class. I'm scared shitless that Art will actually hurt me but I need to tell him.