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12. I wanted more

JOHNNY
January 26th 2005

What the fuck?

Those three words explained my exact state of mind.

For two reasons;

One, Missy was hiding something and it was bad, because she had her guard highly up. I had my reasons to suspect it was something at home.

The place she'd go back to every night, without me being able to do anything about it.

Two, I cared enough to know this. I should be focused on my future. On getting this fucking injury to stop bothering me. On rugby. My head was out of the game.

It had been a week since she stopped coming to the common room. Gibsie and I saw her in class, but during breaks, she disappeared.

It was Wednesday when she finally came into the common room, in a hurried manner. She walked over to the water dispenser, and I sat up at noticing her presence.

Gibsie noticed her too, because he was already yelling her name, while she was pushing a button and grabbing a cup to try and get some water.

"Missy-Miss!" He exclaimed. "Where have you been, Lynchy?"

"Homework," She said, voice hoarse.

"Are you coming down with something?" He asked.

Missy shook her head looked around and noticed me sitting on the couch.

"Hi, Mel," I offered along with a small smile.

She wasn't my enemy, even though she saw me as a threat.

She still had the nasty cut on her cheek, which was healing now. Her busted lip was no longer there. No new visible injuries, I noted.

I'd get through her walls. No matter what.

"Hi." Her voice was barely above a whispering tone. "Uh, no, I'm not sick," She told Gibsie after turning to him again.

"Sure sounds like it," He teased.

Her water cup was full and she grabbed it, muttering a quick goodbye. "I've got to go. My sister needs me."

And just like that, she was gone as soon as she'd arrived.

I wanted more of her.