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Apologize, Dear Girl

"WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME MARCO?!" I asked him. My blood was pumping now; I could practically feel some the veins in my body bulging at the scene.

He rubbed his eyes violently. "I want you to FEEL SOMETHING. You don't even talk about what happened, you just stand there like a zombie! Why do you keep everything inside?!" He walked closer to me and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?! Why Dani?! Why!"

I didn't know what to say at first. There were so many answers to this question, but none of which had fit the moment. Since I couldn't come up with a good answer, I procrastinated. "Why do you care? There's nothing special about me. All I do is mess things up... Get people in trouble. You got into a FIGHT because of me. You're all busted up because of something I STARTED. Why do you care?!"

He got even closer, his eyes intensified. To me, it looked as if I had lit up a fire in those beautiful, nature-green eyes. I sparked up a deep emotion in him that I am not familiar with. "Why do I care?" He pointed a finger to his chest. "Because I care about you! I fucking care about you and YOU STILL DONT GET IT! Why do I care? Why? Because ever since I freaking met you I liked you. Yet, YOU STILL DONT UNDERSTAND!"

My heart was beating fast. And I mean... Fast. The closer he got, the more I could feel these emotions bubbling up inside him and coming out. I wasn't aware of all the anger I gave him. But what more could I do? I already messed everything up. I had done the damage. 

I stood quiet. Absolutely silent. He was so close, I felt his warm, honeysuckle breath huffing and puffing on the tip of my nose and brushing off against my cheekbones. My lips formed into a thin line and all he did was stare at me. I looked into his eyes, for the fire was beginning to dim. Although I am pretty short, only about up to his chin, I managed to stare straight into his face. I whispered, "I'm sorry."

He just looked at me.

*** 

I couldn't stay in that position forever, so I went to grab the cleaning supplies. We went back to cleaning for the last half hour of our punishment, but after that, everything was cool again. Marco and I sat on the stairs facing each other. What I didn't know was that this was going to become a habit of ours; just find a lonely staircase and sit there. Look at one another, sending secret telepathic messages to one another.

But my restlessness got the better of me. I had wanted to talk to Marco about what happened. I wanted to figure out what this meant for me... For us. But that's where my courage faltered. But not today. I wanted to know things, I felt the desire to talk to Marco. 

I saw him looking down at the staircase, completely in a gaze. But of course, I had to wake him out of it. "You want to talk?" I asked strongly but stiffly.

He eyes glanced over to me. Could they get any more greener?

"You want to talk about it. I know. I want to talk too." Now that caught his attention. I got up and gestured for him to follow me. Of course, he probably would have anyway. I walked out of the school and headed for my apartment, but I wasn't going exactly there.