The Blue Page

At Home Reverse POV

AN: It's been a while....

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Ruth's POV:

I went to that principal's office and my dad happened to help me out. 

"Michael," my dad said,"you know he's a good kid-"

"He's a great kid, Dan. But I want to know what he was doing grabbing a female student in the hall." replied Principal Henry, or Michael Henry,

"I was eagerly wondering if she was gonna do our lab homework this weekend, we agreed to help one another out-" 

"So, eager that you grabbed her with that force?" he aimed right at my weak attempt at an excuse...and won.

Silence.

"Mr. Ruth?"

"Something's wrong with her and I want to know. I want to help," I quietly spoke.

"Mr. Ruth, It's Friday, and with all your academic hard work you must be tired," Principal Henry said, I nodded,"I'm tired as well, let's just deal with this Monday. Agreed?"

"Yes Micha- Principal Henry. Thank you."I nodded.

"Mhm."He grunted holding the door open for both me and my father.

"Have a good weekend boys,"he called after us in that smokers voice, the one that shakes the hallways each day when he hollars at a student.

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I lay in my bed at home... TGI-fucking-F. What is her problem? Why won't she open up to me? I appear the social asshole, but why did I feel so drawn to her? For once in my life, I bowed my head...for God.

I asked him to help me reach out to her, although my parents never really pushed me to believe or choose a religion, my greatest comfort came from the man above, that was my biggest secret.

This weekend would be full of yard work with dad, if he wasn't out with his friends, and the comforts of my xbox. My xbox was my world haha. Complete with internet, allowing me and my idiot friends to play games online and bitch out that occasional eleven year old who came online desperate to be cool by cursing up and down the game.

Yes this weekend was a teenage boys' paradise, but I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could talk to Darling...

Please, God, don't let her do anything reckless...

"I hope she has a good weekend.." I whispered to no one but myself,God, and the dark corners of my empty room.