I sank my face into his chest as if to ask him to never let go, while wrapping my arms around his neck. I watched him as he pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly.
He was mine, I loved to be with him.
I stood there in his arms and sobbed as he looked at me sympathetically.
"Even if we're thousands of miles apart, you'll always have me."
I woke up, realizing I was sweating. The alarm clock started blaring into my ear, making me jump. I turned it off and headed to the closet, grabbing light skinny jeans, white tee, and black nikes.
"Mae! You'll be late if you don't hurry up!"
"Coming," I yelled, sprinting downstairs.I grabbed the car keys and headed to school, already dreading it. The radio started playing Melanie Martinez 'Pacify Her', making me cringe. I turned it immediately, but it was too late. He infiltrated my mind.
He was magnificent. He had sky blue eyes that sparkled when the light hit it just right. He had dark brown hair, with hints of red when the sun kissed his forehead. He had a couple freckles covering his face, I used to joke saying God was playing 'Connect the Dots'.
He was mine. But he wasn't mine.
I left those thoughts after seeing I almost ran a stop sign. Thankfully I made it, without wrecking.
Our school is huge. I like to call it 'the rich kid' school. All the people who went here had wealthy families. It was impossible to find someone who didn't. Last year we had debates on whether we should let the school open up to people who were less fortunate than us, but the parents immediately declined, saying it would be a 'disgrace'.
I headed inside, going straight to my locker. After grabbing my books, I headed to first block, sitting in the back with my best friend: Catherine.
Catherine had long, blonde hair that was like a sibling to silk. She had dark blue eyes, making her look as if she had dark secrets.
"Did you see him?"
"Can we not bring him up," I said, looking down to the floor."Sorry, just wondering."
More flashbacks consumed me.
There he is, the star of my graveyard. But the light is fading away as tears of sorrow fall down his eyes.
My heart starts beating rapidly. Is this my moment to show my love to him? Or should I comfort him?
What if he doesn't want to talk about it? Or casts me down back to the shadows where i came from? Maybe he'd ignore me like the second of a clock?
"Ms. Harrison, did you hear a word of what I said?"
"I'm sorry?"
"See me in the hall," Mr. Jackson said.Oohs and aahs echoed in the room.
"This is not any of your concerns," Mr. Jackson said silencing them.
Mr. Jackson led me outside, closing the door behind him.
"Is everything alright? You've seemed lost for a couple months now. You used to be my best student, now your flunking."
He looked at me with deep concern filling his wide, green eyes.
"I'm doing perfectly fine. Haven't you thought that some people just struggle with certain aspects?"
Mr. Jackson refracted, seeming frustrated.
"I understand if you don't want help, but don't turn down the people who try to help you Mae."
I cringed, thinking of him again.
5:02.
"Mae, you did it again."
"And what exactly did I do," I said, wanting him to leave the subject.
Mr. Jackson sighed, opening the door for me.
* * * *
"What did he say to you?" Catherine started shoving food into her mouth quickly; she was greedy with food.
"Just that I was losing focus."
"And you don't think so?"
"You do?"
She looked at me with a hint of regret in her eyes."Ridiculous," I spattered.
"It's just that you haven't been the same ever since you and Pa-"
"Don't say his name."
Catherine looked at me, sadness filling her light eyes."You can't even stand to say his name."
"I can too, I just don't like his name."I actually loved the sound of his name. It curled off my tongue like the sound of a melody. I just didn't want to admit it. Especially after what happened.
"Say it then," Catherine spoke. "Say it."
"P-Parker."
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a world of lies
Teen FictionI remember my parents telling me everyone has a story. "Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, tragic or not." But sometimes we forget that.