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Chapter Eight : Perfection

             Chapter Eight : Perfection

Ronnie Cortez ( media ]

   I waited for a voice. A sound of some kind that would ensure me that D'Andre was still here; but nothing.

       I heard nothing.

It was that nothingness that caused a sharp pain in the left side of my chest. My eyes became watery as a form of a liquid came out of them.

   What was this? What was this pain that I had never felt before?

What I can only know to be a tear, from my eyes, rolled smoothly from my cheek and crashed on the bottomless floor.

   I had never in my life cried before. Never had a reason to, and looking back, I can see why, but this? I would never wish on anyone.

     Was this what it felt like to have your heart break?

I closed my eyes as my lungs began to hurt and my throat began to throb, as if something wanted to come of it. Maybe words? Maybe I wanted to scream his name and beg for him to be returned to me. Why was it so hard though?

Why am I questioning everything as if I were human?

    I shouldn't be feeling this way at all.

       I opened my eyes to see him.

"Ronnie?"

        I saw him mouth my real name, yet everything around me was completely silent for some reason. I saw the students moving around me, everyone's mouths moving, people slamming lockers, yet it was completely silent.

Where was I?

" Rus!" Andre said louder than his usual low voice to shake me out of the random gaze I was in as my hearing returned to me and the noisy nature of a high school hallway came back in full stride.

       "Huh?" My eyes opened widely at the sight of D'Andre standing in front of me, leaning on the lockers as he did before I thought we had left school.

     "You're so weird." He scoffed, walking away from me like I thought he did earlier.

   I couldn't believe it myself. My visions had never affected me in that manner.

I chased after him after realizing it was just one of my visions, "Is that bad or good?" I said once I reached him, responding to his earlier statement and pacing myself walking behind him.

            "It wasn't a vision. I was showing you how bad it could be if you keep him around. He'll ruin you, son." The demonic voice of my father sounded throughout my head. "You were not going to be satisfied until he turned you into a creature like him, filled with useless human emotion and no real logic. Do not fall for him."

My anger towards my sperm donor did not affect me. Nor did it sway me to somehow stop speaking to Andre.

     I don't know what to call my fixation with Andre- curiosity maybe, but whatever it was, I was not going to leave him alone before I understood this "useless emotion"

      "I'm not sure yet." He said cocking his eyebrow. I could tell he was holding back his real thoughts about me and probably just didn't want to come off as mean but I didn't care.

How could somebody so simple be so.. everything?

        "You know you're my baby, right?" I said whispering in his ear.

"You haven't even known me for a full week, Boy stop it." He said rolling his eyes.

 
    We entered our last class together before the "Summer for seniors" officially started. Apparently, the Senior class gets a full week of not doing shit in honor of our last days as students.