Unreachable

Part 9. Was it Love?

Spring was just around the corner and that meant one thing: the year was coming to a end and he would be gone soon. And it wasn't like I was hoping he would still be my friend after he would be gone for college but the feeling in my chest told me that there was something wrong. Like my inner self knew more than I did.

My dad was away and I haven't heard a word from my mother since she left. I was begining to think that she never really cared about me or the family.

No, I know she did. She only needed time to clear her mind and she'll come back. Eventually.

"Why are you so gloomy today?" he asked, kindness decorating his features.

"I'm not gloomy, I'm just sleepy," I lied and kept walking.

I made a sudden stop as he grabbed my hand and squize it gently. My eyes opened wide when he wrapped his arms around me and pull me into a hug. He was more like holding me tight to his body in a protective way. I pushed him away as I felt my cheeks turning red, he had this effect on me and I was starting to get use to him.

Even when he was this close.

"What's the matter? Are you ok?" he asked smiling. He knew when I was nervous and specially when it was because of him.

"Ye-yeah, I'm fine," with that I start walking towards the school.

"You know?" he said and I didn't said anything, he kept talking, "I don't feel like going to class today."

I stopped again and turned to give him a confused look. He didn't wanted to go to class? What was his problem? I shook my head and start walking again, but he scooped me up off the ground and carried me princess-style and I had just enough time to grab my skirt and evade it to show my underwear, I cursed under my breath but he didn't payed attention to that, he kept walking.

What was going on? My father would kill me! And my mother, she...

I sniffed and noticed my eyes were teary, I was crying and didn't understand why. Why did I cared so much? Why this had to happen everytime I was with him? He had that weird effect on me, he made me feel safe and like I could trust him with anything, like he wouldn't judge me at all.

And it felt right.

So we end up sitting on a bech at the park near his house and since winter was almost over the trees were gaining their normal floral beauty. It was mezmerizing and it took me a moment for my brain to absorb everything.

"What's on your mind?" He asked while he played with his yellow jumper's sleeve.

"I should be in my History class," I said mechanicaly.

He cocked an eyebrow and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Are you saying that your History class is more interesting than me?"

"No! I'm not saying that! Is just..." why was it so hard to talk to him lately?

"I know what you meant," he finished my stupid sentence and again my cheeks went red.

We stayed silent for a long moment as I tried my best to calm down. Seriously, what was happening to me? The weird feeling I had was changing and I was begining to grow confortable to it and I knew it wasn't wrong but still couldn't name it or describe it.

"How things are going at home?" His question took me off guard and a blinked a couple time before I was able to process the question.

"Uhm, well... nothing has changed," I replied feeling a lump in my throat.

"I haven't seen my father in six months."

He what?

I pushed up my head and look straight to his eyes startled. I bit my tongue and think of something to say but nothing came up.

"Why?" Yup, I'm so cleaver and that was my question.

"He went to the capital for a job opportunity. I didn't wanted to move on my last year so I stayed with my mother here," even though it was a hard topic he was light and sencier.

"You miss him?" I asked as I passed down a lump.

"Not much really," he said and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "what about you? Do you miss your mother?"

Since the day we started growing closer I got brave enough to tell him that my mom had left and strangely it felt good, he didn't judge me and now I knew why.

He was going through the same thing.

Well, not exactly the same but you get my point.

"Every single day," I choked with that sentence but my chest felt like the pressure was disappearing.

He huged me again and this time I didn't pushed him away. I just let him hold me tight again and resist the urge to cry.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry again.

"I think we should go back."

"Can we stay a little bit more?" I said against my own will.

"Of course we can," I knew he was smiling even though I wasn't seeing him.

How did I knew that?

Maybe I already knew what was happening to me; the feeling inside of me. But it couldn't be.

It had never happened to me.

Well ok, maybe I had a little crush on him before I transfer to his school but it was something insignificant, it couldn't be that.

Was it possible?

Was it love?

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Uhm, nothing. Never mind."

Oh no. No, no, no.