I start to mumble to myself “I thought she would have tried to understand me, but NOPE! I -----“Awe Sh*t … I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” I look up at the person I just bumped into. Oh God. Seriously? Right now! “Ohh Hey Heath” I say with a small awkward smile on my face.
“Ohh… Uhh Here let me help you up” He grabs my hands and pulls me up slowly “I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m sorry,” He says softly, just like a little boy who just got in trouble.
“Uhh… Don’t mention it, I was the one that ran into you, I’ll just go, you probably don’t want to see me anyway, so yeah bye” I start to turn around and walk away when he grabs my hand. Just like he did at the party. I look at our hands; he holds my hand tightly so I won’t walk away. I look at him.
Staring at me with pleading eyes, he says “I don’t want you to go…Please, I want you with me… Please Alana, I need to talk to you!”
Something is different about Heath. I study his face. It seems like he has gotten into a fight. His hair a mess, it looks like he has a faint bruise on his cheek, one of his eyes looks a bit swollen compared to the other, and his knuckles a raspberry red
I grasp the side of his head, “Heath what the hell happened? You look awful”
“What are you talking about? I am perfectly fine!” he says trying to avoid looking at me.
I let go of him, “You don’t look fine!—So what happened?”
“Nothing..”
“Nothing? Really? You couldn’t do better then that? – Sh*t was it Conner?”
He says nothing. He just scratches the back of his head and looks down to the pavement.
“Heath!”
“Okay it was Conner. We go into a fight, no big deal!”
“No big deal” I look at him flabbergasted. “Please tell me he looks worse then you!”
He smirks “Yeah he does!”
“Good—But why did you two get into a fight anyway?”
“All you need to know is that he isn’t staying over at the apartment anymore and a couple other things…”
“L-like what?” I hope he doesn’t tell me that we had sex.
“Lets go sit down, then I will tell you”
As we start walking again, I begin to worry. What is he going to tell me? – Heath grabs my hand again. He jabbers on about something going on in the park today, but im not really listening. Once we get to the bench Heath becomes quiet, and we both sit down. I’m facing him, while he sits looking straight ahead. We sit there for a few minutes holding hands before he actually says something.
