Sabrina

Part Six

"You look... are you alright?” asked Leonard.

It had been more than half an hour since I’d arrived at his house, but it had taken him until now to acknowledge me thanks to his obsession with LOL.

“I’m fine, I think” I laughed, secretly angry that the little piece of shit hadn’t greeted me earlier.

Instead of saying anything more, he stepped forward and hugged me. He was the last of all the members of his family to hug me and the only one that had said anything about me not looking my best. Truth was, I was having an anxiety attack inside about the whole “throwing-vase-at-father-resulting-in-being-kicked-out” situation. I guess it was starting to show.

“Well make sure you get a good sleep tonight,” he smiled at me.

“I will,” I smiled back, even though I knew there was no way in hell I would get a good sleep that night.

I turned to walk upstairs and “go to sleep” but Leonard came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder to stop me for a moment, “I’m really glad you’re okay” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I smiled back, and for the first time in a long time I had butterflies in my stomach over a boy.

I lay awake in my room, later that night. I knew it was ridiculously late because I could see the first light of day creeping up through the darkness. I was so happy to be at Leonard’s house, and so happy I was in good hands, but even though I was safe and tireder than ever I hadn’t got an inch of sleep. There was too much to think about.

There was so much I needed to sort out; so much I needed to know. There were so many unanswered questions. I needed to know if that year 8 boy who seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth was ok. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him after he never showed up. I needed to know if those men were still after me, if they knew where to find me. Was there a way I could inform all my admirers I was now residing at a new address? I needed to find out.

To be honest though, I mostly thought about Leonard.

The way his snapchats made me smile, and my heart fluttered when he laughed. He was so much less popular than me though, and I thought about the fact it would be difficult for us to be together given the gossip network of our school.  He had once told me that he would never date one of the popular girls, because they’re just not his type. My eyes swelled with tears as I thought about the reality of the situation. It could be very well true that I never got to be with him. In fact, it seemed likely. That thought haunted me. He would be the first boy to ever reject me, if he indeed did. It would be seriously bad for my reputation.  But, I had feelings for him. I now knew this for sure and there was no stopping myself.