give you all (B×B)

The Excuse

After the events of the previous day, I found myself desperate for an excuse. I had to explain why I had run away from Ella when she called out to me. The truth was, I didn't want the night to end. But time was unforgiving, and the second day of my new school was already upon me.

The memories of my first day still lingered, a jumbled mix of new faces, names, and experiences that threatened to overwhelm me. It was all too much to handle. I wasn't ready to face Kyle, with his piercing questions and awkward silences. Especially not after the strange question he had asked me yesterday, which still lingered in my mind like an unsolved puzzle.

As I prepared to face another day of uncertainty, I knew I had to come up with a convincing excuse for my hasty departure. But my mind was a blank, and the pressure was mounting. I could only hope that somehow, someway, I'd find a way to navigate this chaotic new world

I woke up feeling empty and messy, like my emotions were tangled in a knot. I sat on the side of my bed, trying to untangle my thoughts. After a mechanical morning routine in the bathroom, I faced the day's first challenge: breakfast. Just like yesterday, it felt more like an obligation than a choice. I kissed my mom goodbye and pedaled my bike to school, trying to calm my nerves before facing another predictable, potentially disastrous day.

As I entered the school grounds, I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact and attention. I especially didn't want to run into Ella, since I wasn't ready to explain myself. I made a beeline for class, hoping to escape notice.

The good news was that Kyle hadn't arrived yet. I took a seat, lost in thought, wondering what the day held. Before long, he appeared, and as our eyes met, I froze. My blood ran cold, like a corpse. "Hi, Shawn," he said, sitting beside me. I managed a weak "Hi, Kyle" in response, my voice barely above a whisper, sounding like a dying person's last gasp.

After our brief greeting, Kyle settled into silence, his eyes fixed on a math problem that seemed to require his undivided attention. I didn't want to disturb him, so I sat quietly too, even though my mind was racing. To be honest, math wasn't my strong suit - it made my head spin. So I simply sat there, staring at Kyle like a mesmerized TV viewer, unsure of what to say or do.

Just as I thought the awkwardness couldn't get any worse, Ella walked into the room, her eyes locking onto me like a magnet. I knew I was in for a grilling at lunchtime. The class bell rang, and the first lesson began, suffocating under an awkward atmosphere. The second lesson was more of the same - boring and unfulfilling. But before I knew it, the lunch bell rang, and I still hadn't come up with an excuse to give Ella.

Initially, I thought of lingering in the classroom with Kyle, but his presence made me shiver. I had to escape. I entered the cafeteria, scanning the room until I spotted Ella sitting alone at the back. I made my way over and sat beside her, but she didn't even glance up at me, let alone speak. The silence was deafening.

I knew I had to make the first move, since I was the one who had caused the problem. "Hi Ella," I said, knocking on the table to get her attention. She glanced up at me, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "How can I help you?"

I took a deep breath. "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry for yesterday. I know I made you look weird and obsessive, and I'm sorry for ignoring you when you called out to me."

Ella raised an eyebrow. "You made me look weird, Shawn. And you just rode your bike faster when I called. What's going on with you?"

I tried to sound contrite. "I was chasing Kyle, Ella. I think I might have made him mad."

Ella's expression turned confused. "Shawn, why would you chase someone who's ignoring you without an explanation?"

I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "I don't know."

Ella's tone turned dry. "Then you're just a psycho. And did you even find out why he was mad at you?"

I shook my head. "No, we just reached a daisy field, sat down, and before he left, he told me to know what I really want. It was super confusing, that's all I can tell you."

Ella's response was enigmatic. "Weird."

I pressed her for clarity. "What do you mean?"

She leaned in, her voice low. "One time you're suddenly obsessed with him, and then he tells you weird shit. Isn't that fishy?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Explain more."

Ella's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "I don't know, but first, tell me how you feel near Kyle."

I hesitated, unsure of how to articulate my emotions. "I feel weird. His voice and eyes drown me in like a wormhole. His magnetic."

Ella's expression turned knowing. "You have a crush on him, dummy! Can't you read the signs? It's obvious!"

I felt a denial rise to my lips. "But that can't be..."

Ella cut me off with a knock on the head. "Duh, see? It's like I'm a therapist! Maybe I should become one because I feel like I'm really good at it."

After lunch, my knees felt weak. When I sat near Kyle, I couldn't even bear to look him in the eye. His silence wasn't a worry - he wasn't talkative - but I wondered if Ella was right. And I hoped she was wrong, because all I knew was that liking someone never ended well, and I already had enough hurt to add more.

"Your time is prescious,thank you for spending it on my words"