The Distraction

Chapter 2

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 I walk down the main hall, waving to friendly faces, sometimes stopping to give an old friend a hug, being careful not to linger. I start to remember how much I missed the school, at least a few of the people in it. As soon as I round the corner, though, that feeling disappears. My body slams into what feels like a brick wall. I lose my balance stumbling backwards, falling on my ass.

"Shit," I hear a deep voice hiss. I look around, embarrass, and then glance down at a racket at my feet. "' Sorry-", the voice continues when the guy realizes I was on the ground. A hand appears in front of my face. I stare at it for a second before sliding my own into it. “I wasn't paying attention..." He explains. His voice grows quiet as he pulls me up. Looking down, I brush myself off and pick up he's racket.

“You play tennis?" I ask, looking up. A wave of guilt and shock instantly wash over me as my gaze hits his face, immediately recognizing him. Ricky Cochran. For a few seconds a memory flashes through my thoughts.

"Mitchell!" I yelled. No answer.

"Maybe it’s not him," Rachael, my best friend at the time says. Apparently it wasn't my neighbor. We were sitting down on a bench table under pavilion at my neighborhood park. We were the only two there until the guy showed up. It was the start of the summer of our eighth grade year we were amazingly happy to finally get out of middle school!

"My name isn't Mitchell, its Ricky!" He called back.

"Why don't you come over, Ricky!?!"  Rachael asked.

"Why did you do that?" I hiss watching watching him get up from the swings and begin to walkover.

"Quick, we need a cover story!"  She squeals.

"I'm not going to lie to the guy!"

"He could be a creeper," she says.

"What! Where was that thought when you invite him over?!" I asked now scared.

"Calm down. We're sophomores from Memorial!" She quickly replied, referring to New Fall’s rival school.

“What would two girls from Memorial be doing over here?"

"Transfers-" She answers just as Ricky walks up.

"So," he starts, "You two talking about me-?"

Three hours later we tell him good bye, and jump on our bikes.

“Hey!" He called before we could leave. ”Will I see you two tomorrow?" 

"Not me, but Spencer will be here," Rachael replies before I could.

I glare down at her, " Why do you keep doing that!?!"

"Cool," He says looking at me “It’s a date."

"Yeah," I said helplessly, before turning and riding away. "It's a date."

That was the start of our hopeless fling, which brutally ended two months later, right before school when he told he told Jesse, (Apparently they were good friend) about me not knowing we were related. It was horrible, but the more we hung out the harder it was to tell him the truth. And when the truth came out, it exploded in my face.