Post it notes (Watty's 2016)

Chapter 10

The next day of school, I walked in and got to my first class. We had a substitute that day, and after he took attendance he said we would have a free day today. All he kids cheered and started talking after he announced this.

I looked around for James. Once I saw him, I hesitantly walked over to him. once I got to where he was, I sat down. I waited for him to say something, and he never did,so I stepped in.

"So, how are-" I started, until he cut me off.

"Save it, I don't want to talk to you."

"Ok, look. I've been trying to be nice, but that's it. I don't care if you think I'm going to get hurt, that is for me to handle. If I want to take a risk, it's not up to you, to stop me."

"I just don't want you to get hurt, and I know you will."

"If I do, it's up to me to collect the pieces and put myself back together, but if you were telling the truth when you said you liked me, then-" I paused. "look, I lo-like you, a lot."

"You know what, I love you too." He stopped. "but I don't want to hurt you, and that is up to me." he said with a small smile, clearly satisfied with himself.

"You won't hurt me, why do you think you will?"

"I-" He stopped, clearly forming the words in his mind. "Let's put it this way, anyone that becomes close to me, they get hurt, I'm tired of seeing the hurt in their eyes, and I don't want your eyes to be filled with hurt either."

"I like you, and You'll hurt me, by not being with me-"

"Not the way I'll hurt you in the end; hurt stays in a persons eyes. It never goes away, and that person will always have that hurt look, and it gets worse and worse the more they get hurt."

"But I want to be with you."

"We wouldn't be together for long."

"Don't you like me?"

"Yes, but-"

"No, if I like you and you like me then nothing can tear us apart."

"I wouldn't say nothing."

"Can't we just try this?"

"No." Just as he answered me, the class bell rang and we all switched classes.

At first I sat there, trying to think of what I could do. I wanted to show him that I wanted this to happen, I needed to let him know. After a few classes, I thought of something, it was bold and it was risky but it was all I had.

The day went on and on, and at the end of the day I walked up to James. Ge kept walking as if I wasn't there. He walks home, and I just followed him because I do too. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and we stopped right outside a park.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I want to talk to you." I answered.

"I don't think we have anything else to say." He said as he started to turn back around."

"Maybe you don't, but I do." I said, as he stopped and looked at me. He grabbed my wrist and led me into the park. "What are you doing?" I ask as we walk through the park. Soon he lets go of my wrist and sits/tosses me down on the bench.

"You want to talk? Ok, talk." he says as he sits down next to me.

"Ok, I wasn't sure what to do, to show you that I want this to happen, but now I think I do-"

"I don't care what you think you can tell me to change my mind, and you know what? I lied before, I don't like you-" I cut him off as I threw myself towards him and we started kissing.

I expected him to pull away as soon as it started, but he didn't, he just sat there. At first I think he was shocked, and I thought he would pull away. Then he started kissing me back. He put his arms around me, and I played with his hair as my arms were placed around his neck.

All of a sudden, he quickly pulled away. shock and terror were written all over his face. He started to slide away from me until he fell off the bench.

"What-" he interrupted me.

"That was a mistake." He said quickly, and out of breath.

I sat on the edge of the bench biting my lower lip, staring down at him. I didn't understand him.

"No, it wasn't."

"Yeah it was-" he paused obviously looking for a good excuse. "because I don't like you like-"

"Don't even try that anymore, you can't say that after that kiss."

"What?"

"You kissed me back."

"I wasn't thinking, that shouldn't have happened."

"But I like you." I paused, tears fighting to escape my eyes. I knew my voice had cracked at the last part of my sentence, as I fought the tears back.

"Well, I don't like you."

"I know you do, didn't you feel that kiss?"

"I wasn't thinking."

"If you weren't thinking, then you kissed me naturally, which means you do like me, at least a little."

"I can't." He mumbles under his breath.

"What."

"I can't like you?"

"Who says?"

"Me. I can't let myself like you, even though I know I do, I don't know how you didn't, but you have gotten to me and made me love you. You somehow make me want to lay you down on that bench and just continue kissing you." He paused. "That was the best feeling I've ever known."

"I wouldn't stop you, if you wanted to kiss me again." I mumbled.

He stood there for a few minutes, just staring at me. I bit my lower lip as I looked over his face. After a few seconds I was laying on the bench, and he was on top of me; he was kissing me, and was kissing him back.