Secrets

Secrets (5)

Will stared at me. Quiet. Judging. I squirmed under his gaze, and looked away. A little boy caught my eye, sitting on his father's shoulders, and banging his hands on the poor dad's head. I winched along with the man every time the tiny hands slapped against his scalp. I own was tempted to rub my own head, but stopped myself just in time. How dumb would that look? I thought to myself.

I looked back to Will. His face was still stoic. My eyebrows scrunched together, confused. Normally, he would be laughing his ass off at me. I stared at his face, watching its every move... which sounds weird because, after all, it was just a face. I rubbed my forehead. I really needed some coffee. 

I looked back at Will's face, my left eyebrow raised. The corner of his mouth twitched. His eyes sparkled with amusement. I smirked, and wiggled my eyebrows. I threw in a couple nostril-flares in there as well. I licked my lips and winked at him, and he burst out laughing. I grinned at him while he clutched his stomach. He stopped for a moment, gasping for air, and glanced at me. I wiggled my eyebrows again, and he started giggling again. 

I watched him laugh. He seemed like a big, adorable baby when he laughed. So happy and innocent. I knew that he was a gross idiot, but he was lovable enough. 

As his giggles stopped - for real - and he shook his head at me, a fond smile on his face. "Why the hell would you do that Alex? What's wrong with you?" I shrugged.

I forced all the emotion off of my face, and whispered, "Everything." He rolled his eyes, and leaned over to push my face, shoving his fingers gently into my eyes.

Queue flashback. 

Last week, during Math class, some kid was sleeping. And drooling. And snoring. I swear, I could've ripped on a chainsaw, and stood there screaming bloody murder with a ski mask on, and that kid wouldn't have heard me. I would probably be put in an institution, but he wouldn't wake up. The teacher was droning on and on about some sine functions, and I was ready to follow that boy’s lead. I needed something to distract me. So I quietly ripped up a piece of notebook paper, and scrunched up the pieces into small balls. Perfect for throwing at people. I looked around, trying to find someone to throw it at. First, there was the perfect student, Candace, who sat at the front of the room. I remember grinning evilly. This bitch is gonna get her comeuppance. 

You see, Candace hated me. She spat on the ground I walked on. It started in the first grade. Queue flashback.

During kindergarten, Candace and I didn't consider each other friends, exactly, but more like acquaintances, and we were okay with each other's existences. We didn't really talk, except for maybe a "Hi!" or the sharing of crayons during coloring time. So doo doo doo, kindergarten ended and 1st grade started.

Candace had gotten... bossy. And whiny. And needy. She was nice enough in kindergarten, but in 1st grade, she was like Godzilla with an attitude. At least, that's what I told myself at the time. 

I hadn't known at the time, but our birthdays were during the same week. She was three days older than me. She had been planning on throwing an "awesome birthday bash" or whatever. But at that point, nobody really liked her anymore. She was too bossy, too whiny, too needy. She tried to control everything, and always wanted things going her way. So when I threw my own little party, with just the kids from my class, and some family friends, everybody came to my party. Poor little Candace was left all alone. 

And from that day on, she hated me. She was the Queen of Grudges. She would trip me, and glare at me, and try to outsmart me in everything. It was annoying and there were days when I wanted to punch her in the face, watch those perfect bleached teeth of hers fall out of her perfect face. But normally, I calmed myself enough to... not do that.