The Post-It List

Broken Laughter

When the second bell rang, I found myself going to my locker. I guess I kind of realized that the real thing that could save or kill me socially was the 21st post-It. That Post-It can destroy you. I finally got to my locker, I was confused. A Post-It note was stuck on it. No. Not just one. So many were on my locker, it looked like a thousand. They had nothing to do with the list. Half of them were saying that Aacie sucked and the other half must of figured I was going to break up with her because that half were from girls asking me out. There was not enough time to remove them, so I rushed to history. 

Taking my usual route, I heard hushed sobs from the restroom. No, the _girls_ restroom. Although, if I wasn't sure it was Aacie was in there, I wouldn't do it. Taking in a deep breath of air, I walked in. It wasn't the boys bathroom for sure. Four stalls hung on the back wall, and three sinks lined up near the door. The wall was pink and had scattered flowers and butterflies everywhere. I looked in the mirror and asked myself why I was doing this. The tap water dripped every ten or so seconds. The noise was mind shattering. And hearing her cry was heart shattering. I opened my mouth and asked, "Aacie? Is that you?" My voice was unsure and full of cracks.

"Go away, David!" her voice was choked and pained. I heard her sniff and the sobbing stopped. It was as though I brought a sense of relief to her. For what seemed like an hour,  the only noises was the water and the ambient sound of her uneven breathing. Then I came up with an idea. 

I pulled out a pencil and wrote 'You're perfect' on a lime green post-it. Glancing underneath the stalls and found her black boots peering under the door. 

"Aacie..." I murmured, slipping the note under the door. She read it. And she tore it up and the pieces fell the floor. Aacie didn't escape the stall. I slung my bag over my shoulder and left the restroom, frowning. I got to History, the bell rang. Saved by the bell. 

~#~

Lunch rolled by slowly. The only thing trolling my mind was Aacie. I walked to the Cafe and looked for her. When I thought I had spotted her, I walked over to her. Just when I had reached her, a really popular girl, Leah Chelsea, walked over to me. Her blonde hair pulled up in a sloppy pony-tail with a few strands hanging in her face, and her blue eyes bright. Aacie stared at me, her brown hair was soft, but untamed, and her green/bronze eyes were menacing. Leah stared at me and asked, "Why are you talking to _her_? Davie, come sit with us." She said, using a 'come hither' tone, and tugging on my arm.

"I'm going to sit with my girlfriend." I retorted in monotone, shrugging her off me and continuing to walk towards Aacie, who flashed me a mind boggling smile. I smirked back, but Leah tugged my arm again.

"But Davie!! Remember us? We were here before her!" She nagged.

This was making me mad. I jerked my arm from her and she fell back. Her pasta that she held in her other hand spilled all over her chest. It seemed that the whole cafe stopped. My mind was exploding in hurrahs. Hushed gasps and laughs filled the cafe.

"Oops." I mocked, sitting with Aacie, twining my fingers in her hair. I looked back at Leah, "And we're the fails?"

Aacie's laugh was broken and hoarse but it was bells to my ears. But although she was smiling, I could hear her cries for help. 

But I couldn't be her savior.

[c] Molly McNamee