Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 10: His Hidden Place

When we finally arrived at school, it seemed different, more depressing. I do not know why, but a million-pound weight was added to the large load I already have to carry. I look over at him, who looked all to excited to go through those doors. His content expression quickly turn into not so hidden excitement.

"After you, angel," he said opening the door for me.

"Thank you," I said smiling as I brushed past him.

As soon as I opened the door, everyone turned to look at me. They all smiled and applauded my entrance. They chanted my name as I walked through the hall. I blushed as I go to my locker, grabbing my books for my classes. Then three boys asked if I could carry my books, which astonished me.

"Back off, he is mine," a familiar voice said.

I turn around and it was him, the boy that made it all possible. I actually felt like not only loved, but being accepted by others. Now I know what it feels like to be wanted, to be listened to, and need by others. I actually felt like I am on Cloud Nine. I walk through the halls like I own the place, aurally feeling confident in myself.

I go to English and for once I am not late, but still the teacher was being rude to me for missing a day of school. Again, I am sad that I had to miss a day from school because I knew that I was going to have a hard time with the teacher, especially the English teacher. 

She glared at me and pointed to Manila  folder of missing work. I had about five packets to do and another paper for vocabulary. I finish the class work and ask the person next to me that what I have missed. For once they did not ignore me and have me the notes to copy off of.

Then the bell rang and I went to my next class and I was not afraid to
answer or ask a question. It was nice to know that nobody is going to harm me for asking a question. So when I was done with neatly copying the notes, I sat there and listen to the teacher talk about the story we are about to read Romeo and Juliet.

Even though I have heard of the story I never actually read it first-hand, it is said to be a classic about undying love. Even though I hate romance and would much rather settle for a friendship. Since I am deciding to become a pastor when I am older and spend all my time preaching God's word.

Anyway, at lunch everyone wanted to sit next to me, but I receive a text from to meet him on the roof. So I decline the offers and walked out of the cafeteria. I found the stairs that lead up to the roof, so I climbed the stairs, and open the what looked like a once locked door.

I entered I see many flower, herbs, and many different plants that was cascading down the sides of the building. There is a roof to give some shade and a use for plants to hung up. I was amazed at all the different colors that shining in the sunlight. I then see him, standing near the edge looking down below, while eating his sandwich.

He heard the door close and he turned around. When he saw me, he smiled and walked over to me. He takes my tray and puts it next to his food on this table. He then walks back to me and takes both of my hands.

He spun me which made me giggle, and we stood, hanging over the bar that was separating us from live and gravity pulling us off the building, plummeting to our deaths. I stare out to see the beauty of the sun actually peeking out of the clouds. The late birds that have not migrated yet, singing their beautiful songs. Hearing the trees rustling as the harsh winds blows through them. Seeing the orange leaves fall on by one on the green grass.

"This is a place that I show nobody to," he said breaking the comfortable silence,"A place where I come to think."

"What do you think about?" I asked looking over at him.

"How will it all play out in the end," he said smiling down at his hands.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"What does God want me to be and why," he stated,"Am I going to rule the world or will the world rule me?"

I was astonished that he actually thought that. I have seen this other side of him that I have never seen or never even dreamt of seeing. His sensitive side that is hidden under a cold, thick wall. In this day in age, for men and boys, sensitivity is a weakness.
Something that is not normal for a boy to have.

Only I just break through that tough wall of his and discover his real and true self. This place that is hidden, but beautiful. Where the sun shines bright, the birds sing, and the flowers bloom. Only it is locked away because of society's expectations of what a man should act like.

"As stupid as it sounds, sometimes I wish I was a bird," he said looking over at me,"So I fly away from the constant snowstorm of troubles and be in the sunshine than deal with the drama."

"That is not stupid, that is what I feel like everyday," I said moving closer to him,"Are you always this poetic about your thoughts?"

"Sadly, yes," he said blushing.

"No, do not be embarrassed, I love this side of you," I said turning his face towards me.

We stood there in silence, staring into each other's eyes. I could not hear the chirping of the birds, or the rustling of the trees. It was almost like the earth stop orbiting, or someone pressed the pause button on life. The warm feeling of sun is what I was feeling on the inside.

We looked down and intertwined our fingers. We looked back up at each other and smiled. Feeling skin showing a tint of pink. We were suddenly snapped out of that state when the bell rang.

"I show probably go back down," I said letting go,"Thank for making this the best day ever."

I pretended was about to leave, but I surprised him with a hug. I hugged tightly, talking in more of his warmth. His strong hands wrapped around me and squeezed me. I snuggled my head into his neck, smelling his cologne. We slowly unwrap ourselves from each other. I stepped away, leaving him and his hidden place.