The Post-It List

Just One Touch (David)

*Dear Aacie,

     I love you, I do, but if you thought I was cheating on you with Leah, when she was reading (shocker), then maybe we shouldn’t go out. You shut me out, A, you did. Everyone else knew that you were pregnant. Everyone else knew it was Daniels. Why keep it a secret from me? If you had told me the truth, I may have held your hand and guided you towards the right path. But no. You lie and say I cheated to make me the bad guy. And did you just _Have_ to say it right after what happened?! Seriously?

     Goodbye, Aacie.*

I left this note on her locker, and my handwriting lay in ink. It was scrawled in tiny letters, and I left. By the time I got to my locker again after lunch, there was a note.

In Aacie’s huge letters, was a note.

      *What happened, David? I got there when you were bleeding. No one told me anything.*

I passed her in the corridors, and I stopped her. “Aacie.” Was all I could choke out.

      “What happened David?” I could walk again, gladly. I looked at her. She was a beautiful figure of the night, but still was untouched by the light of day. I didn’t greet her with a hug or a kiss, but rather, a look. I looked over her body and she looked over mine. She wore a Never Shout Never tee, and a mini skirt with leggings, which were ripped, and were covered by her long boots. She stared at me up and down, basically raping me with her eyes (as one would call it). She glared at my basketball shorts, and my Abercrombie Tee.

      “Aacie, my dad threatened to kill me. There was a gun plastered to my temples. My mother gave her own life for me. My mother was shot by my father and I watched it happen too. I watched medics rush through the door trying to revive my mother. But I knew, Aacie, I knew it was pointless. While everyone else had hope, my hope had fallen with her.”

      She leaned in to hug me, a tear falling down her innocent cheek, but I rejected, snarling a ‘Don’t touch me.’ And I walked away.

      “Come back! Please, I am so sorry. I, like, didn’t know.” I grew tired of her lies. I had heard them tell her. Angrily, I shoved passed her, and I saw Kiaria in the library. I caught up with her, leaving Aacie stranded without a thought.

      “Hi.” I said sheepishly, startling her, making her jump and looking at her. Her hair was lightly tangled, but not untamable. Her eyes were mad. She slammed down her book, a play by William Shakespeare, Romeo And Juliet. I sighed and sat down.

      “Go away, David.” She snarled, shaking slightly.

      “Why? What is wrong?” I asked, trailing my fingers mindlessly through her hair. It was sliky and smooth. She cringed at my touch, but relaxed when I caressed her neck. She sighed in content.

      “Nothing. Please. Leave.” She gasped. Her voice was hushed. She tugged her Forever The Sickest Kids shirt. A V—neck. It showed cleavage. Kiaria looked at me, puzzled.

      “Why? We need to work on our project.” I kept my hand on her neck for a while, and when she didn’t say anything, I cautiously replaced my fingers with my lips. I felt her shudder under my cold, chapped lips, but she formed under me. I began to kiss her. This wasn’t just a kiss. Rather, an agreement. She moved her neck contently under my mouth and began to moan. And I knew for a fact that Aacie was watching.

      She suffered. She watched. She couldn’t look away. It was as though she was addicted to watching me find love while she just stood there. And the weird part was that I wanted her to see me.

      I could’ve kept going on forever, but I couldn’t. Kiaria Alejandra said my name. “David… David stop…” she murmured, pulling away from my suction cup lips. I looked at her. She had black lipstick on, with a cherry highlight on the lines. I looked up at her. “Why do you want to do this to her?” she asked.

      “Kiaria Alejandra, she cheated on me with Daniel and did it with Daniel. She is pregnant with Daniel’s baby. Don’t I deserve payback?!” I almost yelled.

      “Call me Kiaria,” She said softly, “David, she still wants you.” I could sense that Aacie was watching.

      I was about to say something, but a low whoosh sounded and she was at my ear. Her charcoal lips were at my ear. “But I want you too.” She left my side and was gone within the blink of an eye. Aacie was gone too, and I glance mindlessly at where she stood. It was hard to imagine that I was blushing so hard, and I never blushed. My face was scarlet and overtones of pink. The last I saw of Aacie was her crying. She heard every word. She saw every motion that I had made and she knew it was over. I felt awful, like I had committed a felony. Daniel walked by and I composed my face, walking over to the millions of books that surrounded the walls. He walked up towards me.

      “Why did you hurt her? When she needed you most you just turned your shoulder.” He pulled my shoulder so I was forced to look at him. His eyes were on fire with rage and he glared into my soul. He wore a striped green polo and jeans.

      I stood tall, “Should I fear you, Barnes?! I don’t. You are the father. Why don’t you take care of her?!”

      “Be-because I cant. Look if you want to fight, let’s fight. I can take you anytime.”

      “Fine. Let’s go.” I said stupidly.

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      Behind School.

      He circled me while we were fenced in. Someone locked us in. The concrete was hard, and the wind blew my shirt close to my body, hugging it. Daniel had pulled off his polo, so I did the same. He wasn’t bad. He almost had a six pack, but it was faded into his skin. I had one. The way he circled me made me feel trapped. I didn’t move.

      Daniel was the one who threw the first punch. His fist hit me square in the cheek, and hit hard. I touched it, bleeding. I then punched his stomach, and kneed his ‘special spot.’ He crouched over in pain and glared at me. He pulled out a knife. But there was something different. I noticed that it wasn’t Daniel, but rather Conner. Conner had a birthmark on his chest, while Daniels was on his stomach. I have PE with him every day.

      “Time for payback.” He growled, his voice lower than Daniels. Placing the blade to my neck, pressing it tightly to my skin, blood could fall at any moment. People stared in horror. Maybe it wasn’t going to be my father who killed me.

      Maybe it would be my cousin.