I come to class almost skipping. Sophie sees me as I walk in and she gives me a what happened.... look.
"Hehehehhehhe," I laugh.
"What?! What happened?!! Tell me now!!" She demands.
"I. Kissed. Daniel. Harrison." I say stopping between each word to breath.
"What?!" Sophie practically screams.
"Yeah," I say smiling.
I walk up to our homeroom teacher for this year, Mrs. Stacy. She's really nice we had her once in 5th grade. I was super excited to have her this last year. And Mr. Banker for Study Hall, Mrs. Madison for language and reading, and Mrs. Ring for Math and Mrs. Stacy again for science. This year looked so good. She gave me my lock and combination. I chose locker #4 because that's our lucky number. Me and Daniel use it for our sports numbers. Me for soccer and volleyball and track and him for...well... everything. I put my stuff inside and grab my books and set them on my desk. Luckily we get to pick desks. I sit in the back with Sophie next to me. I look at the schedule I had in my bag for this year. I have homeroom, with Sophie, math with my friend Haley, science with my friend Amber, language with... DANIEL! And reading! And guess what?? My next class was reading!! Yayyyy!
I show sophie all the lists off people we would be with. She was happy be in classes with all her friends too. We both sit down and read for a while and I look over my schedule again to see when I had theatre. Right after lunch! Yay! Then I won't be hungry every practice like last year when we went right before lunch. And then volleyball practice at the end of the day. So everything looks great.
Then finally study hall ended. I hug Sophie and go happily ready to see Daniel. I walk down the hall and into my reading classroom. And I couldn't see anything worse than what my eyes see. Sarah Darson was sitting on Daniels desk and he was so close to her if one of them moved one bit they would be touching. I feel tears rush to my eyes. How could I have though he could change? He's Daniel for God's sake. I should have listened to him! He was giving me a warning when he said he would hurt our friendship. He knew this would happen. If he said I don't know why he didn't stop me.
Then Sarah sees me and he must notice shocked face because he turns and sees me. Teary eyed and shocked. And suddenly I find myself praying that I was invisible. I run into the hall. I have to get to the girls restroom so he can't get to me.
"Star! Wait! It's not how it looks!" He yells. The halls are empty and quiet so every one probably hears. And my goal of running away is replaced by rage.
"Don't call me that Daniel!" I yell.
"Skylar," he walks to me and grabs my wrist. I try to pull away but he is strong,"Would you listen to me?"
"No I won't!" I say between my gritted teeth.
"This is exactly what I worried about! Now I'm losing you! Because of what happened! I should have stopped you! This was a mistake!" He says. I was about to forgive him before that last part.
He must see the hurt look on my face because his face softens as he realizes what he said. And I can't hold it in anymore. The tears trickle down my eyes. I can't love this side of him. I never will.
"I didn't mean it that way-" he starts but I cut him off.
"Yes you did!" I scream. I can't go back to that room. I can't see Sarah or him so I turn around and go to the girls restroom. I go into a stall and lock the door. I grab my notebook from my purse and a pen and I start to write him a note,
I am giving you until New Years begins to change this part of you. And prove that you've changed or I move on forever. And whatever we have is done. I won't wait anymore. You chose what's important to you. I'm done. The click is ticking. Your choice. I honestly don't even care anymore.
I tear the page out and find his locker. I know which one it is because I always pick four and he picks 8 because 4+4=8. I put the note through the crack and go into the classroom. He looks at me and his eyes are sad. I don't even look at him for more than a second. I sit in the opposite side of the room and focus on reading. And the worst part of all is that we are reading a love story. But I turn my attention to the book because their live life must be so much better than mine.
