I don't go to baseball practice the next morning. I lie in bed with the sheets over my head. I don't read, I don't text, I just lie there. I hear footsteps on occasion. They pause in front of my door, but then resume descending down the hall. Suddenly, I hear a few brisk knocks.
"Who is it..." I grumble, without coming out from under the sheets.
I hear the door open. "It is Herbert. Your parents would like to know if you are hungry."
"I'm not."
"Very well sir." The door closes.
I lie there for a while, then I pull myself out of bed and over to my desk. I tiptoe so Mom and Dad don't know I'm up. I open up my laptop. I poke around on the Internet when I discover Keira is online. I wipe my eyes and type: Hey. Her response is almost immediate.
Hey! ;)
I tap my fingers on the desk, then reply:
How are you?
Good! So good. Especially now that I'm talking to you! :D
I suck in loads of air, then type:
Same here.
;) <3
Whoa! A heart? I respond:
:D <3
Listen, Hudson. This might sound crazy, but it's only Saturday, and I already miss you SO MUCH. Because... I like you. I like you a lot. And I think you like me? So... I was wondering if you would like to come over this afternoon? To finish what we've started. Just two old friends hanging out. Or it can be more than that. It can be a boyfriend and a girlfriend just hanging out. It's up to you :)
I slam down my computer so hard it nearly shatters. I start crying again, tears pouring out of my eyes. I learn a valuable lesson that day. Love hurts. It hurts a lot.
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The Golden Boy (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionHudson Burke is often referred to as the Golden Boy. He is a straight-A student, an amazing baseball player, polite, attractive, and his family is very wealthy. He gets everything he wants, no questions asked. But when Hudson's family moves to a...
