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I'll Be Here.

There was a place in the library, in a corner, where two glass walls meet. You get a perfect view of the city. It may be Texas, but it's Dallas Texas. There's subway's, skyscrapers, friendly pigeons. There's a small table and a comfy, two seated red couch, in this corner. It was a back corner, of course, but that meant more privacy. Well, for two days two weeks ago, it was private. Until Walker decided he needed to annoy the crap out of me.
He followed me everywhere after that, to my classes, sat with me at lunch, it got to point where if I went to the bathroom, he was waiting outside.

Now, here I was, sitting in the library trying to read while Walker read over my shoulder. He started this when he found it irritating to me.

"You're really trying to keep this up?" I asked finally, I couldn't concentrate on my book and read the same sentence at least twenty times just to understand what it said.

"Yep." Was his only answer.

"For how long?"

"However long you'll like. Just tell me why you ditched me two weeks ago, my little dame. Then you'll be free of me."

"#1, don't call me that. And #2, Not going to happen." He scooted closer down the small couch as I scooted farther away. I soon found myself out of couch and Walker in my face.

"What 'bout now?" He said. I could smell his breath, it smelt like mint. I'd bribed him to give me twenty minutes without him stalking me for a piece of gum. In that twenty minutes I finished a chapter, but you know, here we are.

"Nope."

"Why not?" He asked, backing up. "Aren't we friends?" He fake pouted, jutting out his bottom lip and batting his lashes.

"Sure."

"Then why can't you trust me?" He sounded genuinely offended now. No fake pout.

"It's not that I don't want to trust you."

"You think I won't trust you?"

"Maybe."

"Try me."

"I did something bad."

"I figured as much, smart one. On a scale of one through ten, ten being went to jail and one being went to the bathroom without a hall pass."

"9." I swallowed down the lump forming in my throat, this is he closet I've ever gotten to telling anyone.

"Umm...murder?"

I punched his arm. "I'm not that moody."

He rubbed his arm. "Ow. Thanks, I so needed that."

"Yeah, you really did."

"Please, just tell me. You'll feel so much better. It has to suck keeping it in. Bottled up. I know it happened in Dakota. I know that's why you moved. You talk about people and places there all time, you loved it. You wouldn't have had to move unless something bad really happened. And I just want to be here for you. I don't get why, why you can't just...be you. Why can't anyone just be them selves?!" He snatched his bag and left.

I don't know what happened. He just...walked off. I don't know if I felt guilty for making him upset, even though I don't know how, or mad that he was mad at me.
Either way my body choose for me and I bursted into tears. He was right. It sucked. I died inside every second I tried not screaming.
Every second I heard his voice.