Crimson

Confusion

I was right to dread leaving that closet. Matthew was angry. He immediately dragged her away from me and off into the crowd. He probably expected us to do something when we didn't. Too bad he didn't know me. He could've saved his breath. I made my way to the alcohol out of routine. I needed a cigarette. I decided to go outside and sit on the porch. After I finished Matthew and Kayden came outside, Matt got in the car while Kayd stopped in front of me.

"What'd he say?" I asked not knowing, but having an idea.

"He said he's leaving. He doesn't want me around you." I couldn't tell what her response was.

"And?" I needed to know though.

"I'm going with him."

That was all I had to hear. I nodded accepting that everything in my life was bullshit. I wasn't about to listen to anything else. If that was her decision then I wasn't going to fight. I started walking down the sidewalk home. That was my decision and she wouldn't say anything to stop it. Everything I want disappears or dies. Even though I wanted to be outraged or grief stricken, I wasn't.

I remembered when Sara slapped me and everytime my father hit me came rushing back. Every mark he'd left on my body stung and the burn throbbed.

"Fallon, what are you looking at?" Dominik was talking to me, but I stopped listening, apparently he noticed.

I nodded in the direction. She had light brown hair, soft features, and sad eyes that resembled the stormy sea. She must've been five two with a small frame. I'd never seen her before at school, but there were alot of people I never remembered being high 90% of the year. She sat quietly at her table, she didn't eat either. For some reason I felt that I knew more about her by just glancing at her from across the room than anyone in her life. I didn't know how to feel about it, but I couldn't take my eyes off her either.

"Do you know who that is?" I asked curious.

Dom shook his head, "Why don't you go talk to her?"

"I'm not good at talking to people."

"You talk to me,' he pointed out.

"I've known you for a long time."

"Talk to her the way you talk to me," he suggested trying to encourage me.

"Do you want me to scare her?" he laughed a bit, but brought back his serious face.

"Good point. Okay, well, look at it this way, you'll regret it if you don't. I've never seen you look at someone like that."

I was confused, "Like what?"

I glanced at him, but my eyes went right back towards her.

"Like that."

"Fine." I muttered getting up.

I walked over and sat across the table from her. When she looked up I wasn't sure what she made of me. It was wierd. It was like I was directly linked to her and nothing else mattered besides finding out everything there was to know about her. I didn't have a flluttery feeling or enormous arousal. Nothing like that, but it was like we were connected by a bungee cord and everytime I'd try to pull away, I was brought right back. It wasn't like the stories or movies. I didn't understand it. I think it was fate. It was something that was going to happen eventually whether I liked it or not.

"Why were you staring at me?" She asked flat out.

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, "Huh?"