This Shouldn't be Romeo and Juliet

Part 6: Until I Say Different

Kyle and I walked to my last class of the day, which I unfortunately had with Andy. I wasn't anywhere near ready to see him or even socialize with him. On our way to the classroom Kyle never let go of my hand or my bag. I didn't let go either, it was the only thing at the moment that seemed to calm me, and I didn't want to become upset again. We stopped at the top of the stairs and moved off into a corner to stay out of everyone's way. 

"Heidy, look up at me for a sec," he said, lifting my face with his now free hand, "your eyes, they're still a tad puffy, but it's not as bad or noticeable. You should be fine now."

I shrugged as he let my face go, and pursed my lips so hard they went to the side slightly,"I don't feel fine. I feel calmer, honestly, but not fine. Far from it."

I looked down and felt the need to leave, I took my hand back from Kyle to grab my bag just as Andy walked up the stairs. I looked at him for a second then looked away immediately back to Kyle, slightly scared. I suppose he saw my fear and he quickly hid my face into his collar bone by giving me a one armed hug around my neck. 

"Problem Andy?" I heard him sneer.

A moment passed with silence, "Yes, actually."

I was slightly shocked, happy, in pain and confused, "That sounds like a personal problem," Kyle retorted, turning my body toward Andy and forcing me to lift my face to look at him.

I shut my eyes before I had to see him but Kyle scared me so I would open my eyes, "see, look at how red her eyes are? Look at how upset she is, how puffy her eyes are, and how she's no longer smiling or shining. This, is your fault. It's not going to be easy to fix, good luck kiddo."

"You're wrong," Andy said sounding pissed.

"Oh? How do you intend to fix this?" Kyle raised his voice letting me go. 

"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU! HONESTLY, I'M NOT A THING! KYLE: I'm me, not 'this,' that you keep bringing up, I'm just a pissed off, heart broken, and confused Heidy. So shut up. And YOU Andy, this is your fault, and don't you think for a minute I'm going to forgive you just because you smile at me charmingly, or you give me a puppy dog face, or you say a few sweet nothings. There's a reason they're called sweet nothings, the words mean nothing. Now, if you'll excuse my confused ass I'm off to class. Don't touch me or talk to me until I say otherwise. Got it? Good." I finally found my voice and my courage. I was tired of being treated like a rag doll between those two, "Oh, and don't use me as a pawn in your stupid problems."

I walked into English and thankfully Mr.Brothin gave us a new seating chart. I sat in the very back on the right side of the room while Andy sat in the front on the left side of the room. Now I didn't have to deal with him for a while. 

Class dragged on for what seemed like forever, and my friends asked me what was wrong with me, why I wasn't talking to Andy or begging to sit next to him or near him. I simply said that he screwed up and left it at that. I had time to clear my mind throughout class, and Mr.Brothin knew something was up but he didn't ask until after class. 

"Heidy, com'ere for a moment," he said before I walked out of class.

"What's up Brothin?" I asked casually. 

"What's wrong? You seem...off," he pointed out.

I was hoping he wouldn't notice, but he was my favorite and most observant teacher, "Just a spat, that's all. You know how it is, teenagers with the whole dating and 'love' ordeal," I scrunched my face at the word "love," and continued, "I'll be fine, thanks for the concern."

Before I walked away he asked, "It involves Andy, doesn't it?"

He sounded serious, "...yes. It's his fault."

"I figured as much, he wouldn't pay attention at all in class today." 

"Does he ever?" I laughed 

"When you ask him to he does, or whenever you sit near each other."

"That's cos I don't want him to fail," I said nonchalantly.

"Mhm, see, this is why I don't like what's going on," he said sternly.

"It's not my fault, sir. I wasn't the one who initiated anything, I was the victim, I was the one who got their hopes and heart stepped on, and he knew what he was doing..."

"How do you know?"

I was taken aback, "I-I just do."

"That's not a good enough answer Heidy. Come back here tomorrow and tell me more, now go get on your bus," he commanded. 

"I can't promise anything," I said as I turned on my heel and walked off. 

Kyle was standing outside of my classroom waiting for me, I tried to get past him, but he caught my arm. 

"Wait, I want to talk," he said in a serious tone.

"I didn't say different," I jerked my arm out of his grasp and walked away.

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Andy's P.O.V. English Class

I walked into class to see we had a new seating arrangement, and she was on the other side of the classroom. I was no where near her... damn it. Why did I have to fuck up so badly? Why? Why did Kyle have to be here, why did he want Heidy? Honestly, I hate this. I couldn't focus at all without her next to me or even near me. I looked at her every few minutes, her expression seemed lighter, her shine was coming back. It was my fault it left, but I'm not the only one at fault here. 

The rest of class I didn't do anything, I sat there, numb, not registering the fact that there was anyone else in the room other than Heidy and myself. The bell rang and snapped me out of my daze. Mr. Brothin called Heidy to stay back. Damn teacher, I was going to ambush her after class and apologize my ass off. I decided to leave but stay near the door so I could hear what they were talking about. 

They were talking about our fight. She sounded hurt, and Brothin knew I was outside, that's why he asked her what he did.  Just as she was explaining what was happening within herself, Kyle walked toward me, I didn't want to be near him for fear that I'd want to physically hurt him, so I ran to the buses.

As I ran I heard Kyle call me a coward. I was even more determined to get Heidy to trust me again.