Wonderwall

02

(Previously)

"Help me up," I say harsher than I mean to.

I reach out my hand and he takes it, pulling me up. I brush the dirt off my shorts before looking up at Marcus. He scratches the back of his neck and gives me an awkward look.

"What?" I ask really confused.

Did I do something?

"Can we talk?"

-

"Can we talk?" Marcus asks with hope clear in his voice.

"Uhm...sure," I reply avoiding eye contact.

What's going on? Why is he being so awkward?

"Not here," he tells me.

"Okay," I say brushing past him.

Marcus follows me out of the school past all the athletic fields. I spot the two trees near the entrance of the woods and lead him into the woods. I stop as soon as we're in the middle of the woods. I'm just hoping Jake didn't follow us.

"Well what is it?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later since its Friday and we don't have practice.." he trails off.

"If you want," I say giving him a small smile.

"Really?" He asks, I can hear the surprise in his voice and it surprises me.

Am I like to good for him? Is that what he thinks?

"Yea," I answer in a barely audible voice.

We stand in silence for a few seconds staring at each other until I hear a twig snap.

"What was that?" I ask more curious then frightened.

"Probably just an animal," he shrugs.

"Well we should get going," I point back to the school, "school is gonna start any minute."

He lets out a small laugh, "yea, we should."

I lead the way back and run down the hill. He keeps up with me surprisingly. I give him a smirk and pick up the speed.

A little competition never killed nobody.

By my surprise, I beat him to the front doors. Which is weird, most boys are faster than girls. I don't know, might just be me.

I sigh realizing we have school. Ugh, school. I could always leave during first period.

"Hey Marcus," I say looking over my shoulder.

He's crouches down gasping for air.

"Yes?"

He looks up at me raising his eyebrows. The crease lines in his forehead show up as he looks up at me. Not gonna lie, its pretty attractive.

"Leave with me, after first period is over," I say with a small smile.

"What?" Marcus shakes his head and lets out a laugh like I'm insane.

"Leave with me, after first period," I repeat.

"Are you serious or just messing with me?" He asks.

"I'm serious, do you really want to be here?" I ask in a dead serious voice.

"No I don't want to be here, but I can't just leave," he tells me.

"You could."

"How?"

"Well.."

-

"If we get caught I'm going to kill you," he says.

"Relax and enjoy the ride," I tell him pulling my sunglasses out of my bag.

I put them on and pull out of the parking lot.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks eyeballing me.

"Yes," I say glancing at him then focusing on the road.

"Where are we going?" he asks.

"You ask a lot of questions," I reply in monotone.

"Seriously, Savanna where are we going?" he asks again.

He's getting pissed. Someone doesn't like surprises I guess.

"Just down to Bennett," I sigh.

"Why?"

"The beach usually helps clear my head," I tell him and give me a sly smile.

"Okay," he says.

For the rest off the car ride we both don't say anything. It's an awkward silence but I'm actually not uncomfortable.

I'm still surprised he wanted to hang out today. I'm surprised he even asked me. I don't have many friends, so I cherish every moment of being with friends as much as I can.

-

As soon as we get to Bennett, I hop out of the car and start heading towards the beach. There's no one here so hopefully no one show up and bug us.

"Question, do you always skip on Fridays and come down here to 'clear your head' ?" Marcus questions.

"Yea actually," I answer looking at him in confusion.

Since when did he notice I skip on Fridays to come down here?

"Just curious," he says.

"Okay."

-

"It's beautiful," I say to him.

We sit in the tall grass about fifty feet away from the water. I'm not sure how long we've been here but it's been pretty nice. There's hardly anyone here. The way the sun hits the water makes it so gorgeous.

"What is?" he shakes his head in confusion.

"You know, this scenery," I shrug.

"I guess?" he says.

I let out a sigh and turn to him. He's staring at me intensely.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he shakes his head.

"Marcus what is it?" I ask even more curious now.

"Why do you want to know?" he answers with a question.

I sigh and clear my throat, "I'm curious."

"Well," he sighs, "I see you in school and you always look so sad. But when I see you at practice you look cheerful. I've always wanted to know are you like, bipolar? Has someone at school hurt you or something?"

I let out another sigh before talking, "yes."

"Yes what? See this is what I don't get about you, you never fully answer someone," he says.

His eyes are sad and I sense that he's hurt?

"I'm bipolar but it doesn't have anything to do with school. School is just a very depressing place, but MMA is my passion and it cheers me up. So when you see me in school, looking sad it's because its well.. school. But at practice I like it there, I don't have to deal with assholes like I do at school," I tell him.

"Oh," he mutters.

"And yes," I sigh,"someone- people, at school have hurt me but lets not go there. I'd rather not talk about this here it's a Friday, and I'm here with you. I'd like to smile and laugh not cry."

"Okay."

He turns to me and gets closer and closer until I finally realize he's hugging me.

"Thank you for listening," I say.

"I'll always be here," he tells me.

"I thought no one cared," I openly admit.

"I do."

-

Ah fuck I hate Sundays :(