Everett

Jonah Baker shocked me//4

June 26th 1998

Plop. Plop. Plop. One by one droplets of rain poured down from the dark clouds above. Our teacher was monotonously going on about history. I resisted the urge to sleep and paid attention...after all my worst subject was history. I made a face in my head. Blegh. I hated history.

I looked up at the clock, it felt as time had stopped moving and we were deluding ourselves by thinking it was. It was as if time was mocking us while we were being tortured.

She had stopped talking and I had successfully taken all my notes. A deep sigh escaped my lips. With the amount of sighing I do, I am surprised I don't have people calling me grandpa...or an old person who is disappointed with the youth.

I glanced over at Jonah, he sat uninterested in the world and chose to stare out the window, his face devoid of any emotion, his eyes glassed over. How long had he been like that I wondered.

Inside my head I poked my tongue out at him, he was too mature I thought. He acted as if he had seen the world and beyond and that had just tortured me mercilessly. I was always the best in the class, the perfect student, then Jonah came along.

He never pays attention opting to stare out the window all day and ignoring all the lovey dovey look the girls gave him and the heated glares the boys threw at him. He was never seen with an ounce of emotion and that scared me.

I was scared. He wouldn't talk, he didn't have any friends and he would stare out the window, yet he always got straight A's. He was a mystery and I was Sherlock Holmes...without the hat, trenchcoat and smoking pipe. I make an amazing Sherlock, I know.

God, even in my head I was an absolute loser. That made me want to droop to the floor and sulk. I am supposed to be man. Oh to Narnia with it. I will be a man when I want to and I will be boy when I want to.

The shrill sound of the school bell had rug. I gathered up all my stuff, gave my homework to my teacher and headed home. I had swimming tonight, better get ready. I trudged home in the rain, jumping in puddles.

What, I said I would be a boy when I want to didn't I, and if you have ever jumped in a puddle you would know why I was so happy about it. I looked up, to my gloom, I had reached my house. Why, oh why? I was bawling on the inside.

I took a deep breath, and went inside. I slumped my shoulders and slowly went to my room. I grabbed my bag, stubbing my toe in the process, I glared at my bed, why do I love you and hate you. Love these days.

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Swimming was a drag, but I had achieved swimming 400 meters. I was proud, but I couldn't bring myself to be happy. I had taken another step forward in swimming and I could easily quit, I just couldn't do it. I am not a failure, but reaching that point, and achieving my goal, I wanted to take another step forward, reach higher.

I was torn in so many pieces. I couldn't possibly decide what to do, and so I chose the coward's way out...I ran.

My legs hurt, and my heart burned, I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes, almost streaming down my face. I knew where I was, the familiar scent of pine and roses filled my senses. I was at my secret place.

I turned my back, I had a feeling Jonah was going to come soon, I had left a note in his locker to meet me here.

Flashback

A white piece of paper had landed right in front of me, my curiosity getting the better of me, I picked it up, in small cursive writing, Jonah's name was printed. I was shocked by a few things, a) the piece of paper was Jonah's, b) his handwriting wasn't like any 11 year old's I had seen, it was neat and absolutely breathtaking, and c) it was a part from a story.

My curiosity really was going to be the death of me, I knew I shouldn't read other people's work, but I couldn't resist. After reading it, all the air in my body was knocked out of me. I was shocked that he could write something so astonishing.

I had a hard time believing he did write it, but I could tell it wasn't anyone else's. It was Jonah's, it had his imprint on it, and so without thinking one the back, I wrote him a small note about how amazing it was, and to meet me at my secret place. I still hadn't learnt to share that place of mine then...little did I know that it soon would never be the same again.

End of flashback

I was sobbing uncontrollably, I didn't notice the bushes rustling, and Jonah Baker standing in front of me until cold hands tapped my shoulder. I tried rubbing the tears away but my efforts were futile, I had let Jonah see me cry again. He was the only person who had, my parents hadn't even seen.

"what are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing." I lied. I was crying for goodness sakes.

"you are sobbing, what happened" he asked, not a single trace of emotion, yet I knew he cared.

"you would never understand, you get straight A's, all the girls love you, teachers never complain, you have the perfect life, you would never get me" I rattled off, wagging my finger at him and arguing whilst still sobbing.

I couldn't stop it, all the words flew out of my mouth and I was taking it out on Jonah. I felt horrid yet I couldn't stop, my mouth had a mind of its own and it wasn't a very nice one.

Before I knew what was happening, Jonah stepped closer, leaned in, and kissed me. Jonah Baker kissed me...

Long chapter people. yes, I know. I am amazing. you can praise me...actually don't. I get heart palpitations and I am too young to die...oh who am I kidding, I could be 96 and still say I am too young to die. Anyway...putting my pathetic life to the side, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter..and I will try squeeze in an update in the next week or so.

-Blackheart