Freedom -On Hold

Freedom- Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Tyler kept his promise. When he saw me in the hall between 3rd and 4rth period, he flashed me a blinding smile and trotted over. 

"Talia!" He looked smug. "See I remembered your name."

I smiled and prayed I wasn't blushing. "Wait, do I know you?"

It took him a moment to realize I was kidding. 

"What do you have next?" He asked.

I was barely listening to him; I was so distracted with the harsh whispers of people around us. "Physics,"

He nodded. "I have Spanish. Tell me, do you know where room 32 is?"

I pointed down the hall. "Straight and turn left. You can't miss it. It says 'Spanish' all over it."

"Gracias," He spun around and marched towards the Spanish room. "See ya,"

I did see him. Again. And Again. 

At lunch, I sat next to my friend Natalie, my face glued to my phone.

"That new kid, you know him?" She asked, leaning in close to me.

I gazed up at her. "Yeah, we sorta met last weekend."

She gasped. "When were you planning on telling me this?

I shrugged. "Not really that important."

Oh but it was. 

"How is that not important, Talia?!"  She grabbed me by my shoulders, shaking me. 

I pried her fingers off my shoulders. "It's not."

Natalie stared at me, her eyes wide. "Well, now it is. Tell me about him. What's he like?"

I gazed up at the ceiling. "He's pretty normal..."

She rolled her eyes. "What a great description."

"I mean, he's laid back. At least I think he is."

"Laid back? That's promising," She smiled, slyly. 

I frowned at her. "Natalie,"

She giggled. "What's his name?"

"Tyler," I looked back down at my phone. 

"Tyler!" She put her palm to her chest. "What a sexy name!"

"Oh, really?"

I looked up to see none other than Tyler staring directly down at Natalie, smirking. 

Whoops.

Natalie blushed and I smiled up at him. 

He sat down next to me. "Oh, continue talking as if I wasn't here. I didn't mean to stop you,"

He didn't get to sit with us for very long. It a matter of minutes he was whisked off in a group of adoring girls who gawked over his looks. I'm not saying I didn't fawn over him. He was a very pretty boy, but unlike the girls in my grade, I knew how to be subtle. 

As the girls pulled him off to another table, he looked back at me, yelling. "After school!"

Yep, he met me after school alright. He had to physically sprint away from the herd of females that thought he was the most amazing thing ever and wanted to walk him to every class.

"My, aren't you popular," I smiled as he caught his breath.

"I don't think this is popularity. I think this might be obsessive," He crouched down, dropping his backpack to the ground, his hands on his knees. 

"Oh don't think of it that way." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Think of it as a loving welcome to the school."

He looked up at me, panting. Though he didn't actually say anything, his eyes said so much. 

"Other than that, do you like the school so far?"

He shrugged, standing up straight. 

"Were you this popular in your last school?" I put my hands on my hips.

"You'd better believe it," He grinned shyly. "I've been invited to a total for 3 parties just for this weekend."

I raised my eyebrows. 

"Unfortunately, I don't know any of these people. Would you like to accompany me to at least one of the parties?"

His reasoning was pretty legit. I had to give him props. "I just might be free."

"Oh, don't act like you're trying to be hard to get," He smiled, flirtatiously. "How's Friday at 7?"

I forced myself not to screech. "Sounds good,"

He smiled, lifting his backpack over his shoulders. 

"Wait, can I just ask, who's party is it?"

"Cynthia Drago's... I think..."

If there was anyone on this Earth you'd sacrifice to save yourself from death, you'd sacrifice Cynthia. She was just that kind of person that everyone hated, but pretended to love so that she wouldn't go mad.

"Oh, okay..." I shrugged.

I wasn't doing it for me, I was doing it for him. I didn't even have to notice Cynthia. 

To this day, I still can't believe I went to that party. Maybe if I hadn't gone to the party, I wouldn't have made the mistake.But I guess what the happened in the past is the past. Nothing we can do now but look back on our countless mistakes.