My Girl

Stop Worrying!

I laid on my bed trying to get ahold of Mykie, nothing.
It had been almost a week since I talked to her. Why did she freak out I was only trying to help her, I swear sometimes I just don't get her at all.
She hasn't even talk to me at school, she doesn't let me and Mason sit with her and Caleb, she ignores me during break, she even got mad at me when I asked her for a pencil.
I just don't get it, what did I do.
I hear a knock on my door and I sat up.
"Come in!" I call out.
"Hey Danny." My mom greets me as she walked into my room.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey um, can I talk to you?" She asked hesitantly.
"Uh ya sure mom, is something wrong?" I asked.
"Ok good. So I need to know, are you and Mykie broken up?" She asked.
"Uh no, why would you think that and also we weren't really a couple we-" she holds up her hand to stop me.
"Ok that's all I need to know." She said. "And just so you know, the reason I think that is because she hasn't come over in awhile and you always seem so upset." She explained.
"Oh ya well..." I began to tell her about what happened last week and she nodded along as I did.
My moms a really good listener I love talking to her because I feel like I can tell her anything.
Yep I can safely say I'm a mama's boy.
"Oh I see." She said after I finished. "We'll have you told anyone about this?" She asked concerned.
"No." I answered plainly.
"Daniel!" She shouts.
"What?!" God she scared me.
"You can't just keep something like this a secret." She said.
"I wasn't and besides I need to talk to her before I do anything." I explained.
"Ok well hurry up with that, that worries me." She said.
"Ya me too." I agreed.

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I got to school the next day and as usual Mykie ignored me, but I wasn't gonna go the day without talking to her. I need to figure out what's going on.
After my first class was over Mykie got out of the room as fast as she could and I followed behind.
Once I caught up with her I grabbed her wrist to make her stop.
"Hey." I said. She turned around with a glare plastered on her face.
"What?!" She snapped.
"Ok I need to talk to you." I pulled out a way from the hallway to the back off the school where we kissed for the first time.
"What!? What do you want?" She asked impatiently.
"I want to know why you're mad at me." I said.
She stayed quiet. "Come on Mykie, please talk to me." I pleaded.
"You wanna know why I'm mad?" She crossed her arms.
"Yes I would."
"Fine, it's because you were freaking out last week you kept acting like you know what's best for me." She explained.
"What?! Are you serious, I was worried about you, what do you expect. I mean, your dad hit you for God's sake." I exclaimed.
"Ugh how many times must I tell you he's not gonna do it again, he hasn't done it again." She said annoyed.
"Well excuse me for worrying." I snapped.
"Well don't!" And with that she stopped off back to school.
OH MY GOD!!! Why must she be like that, ugh.