Boycotting Blue

23/Lou

Lou

 

The halls were buzzing the next day at school, and I couldn’t figure out why. Something had happened, something serious, but I didn’t hear anything. I was too busy looking for Blue, and trying to figure out how I felt about him. Yeah, I liked him, and it felt amazing when he kissed me, but, then again, I wasn’t breaking my rule. Not with what had happened with Daisy.

    Blue is bad news anyway, I thought, thinking of his scary daddy, who happened to not be that scary after all. He was okay once you got past the guns, drugs, and tattoos. Actually, in all honestly, he wasn’t all that bad. I wouldn’t volunteer to spend time with him, but I did like him much better than the first night.

   But Blue’s daddy wasn’t my only problem Blue. It was the way he made me feel. He made me like him with his body, his story, his kisses, his words. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him. But then I realized boys like Blue could have any girl they wanted, and I would probably be another girl on a list for him. I was much better suited for a Dylan sort of boy…. even if Dylan was much more boring in comparison.

   Somebody slammed into me. It was Roberto Hernandez. He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was way thicker, all hard muscles. The scowl on his face seemed for somebody else instead of me, but I still picked myself up off the ground and moved out of the way. A boy grabbed my shirt, pushing me towards Roberto, who looked me up and down. “You like Chicanos, huh?” His voice was low and dangerous.

   I swallowed. “I don’t dislike them,” I stated, wondering what he meant by the whole thing. You are not afraid, I told myself, but my body was still reacting. My fight or flight instinct wanted to take off, but I remained grounded. “Why?”

   He didn’t answer me, instead opting to shove past me and keep moving. I could see Dylan waving t me from the end of the hall, so I hurried to him, everybody’s eyes glued on me. I tried to appear normal, but something had happened. The school was abuzz, Blue was not here, everybody was looking at me, and Dylan looked down-right scared.

    Oh my, I thought, moving past some freshmen and to Dylan. “What’s goin’ on?” I asked, not bothering to turn around. I was used to negative attention, but this was bad.

   Dylan’s eyes bugged. “You didn’t hear? You’re at the top of this school’s Most Wanted list. The girls are pissed at you.”

   “Why?” What had I done now? Whose boyfriend had I accidentally taken in my slutty ways?

  “Apparently you got Blue arrested.”

  Blue was arrested? It felt like I was floating for a brief moment, as everything became really dizzy, but Dylan steadied me on my feet, and I quickly returned back to Earth. “What? When? How?” I asked, throwing questions at him. It wasn’t my fault. How had I gotten him arrested?

    Dylan pulled away from the hallways and outside, where the only person around us was an old janitor. “Right before you got here this morning, the cops came. They arrested Blue immediately, cleaned out his locker, and Blue said something about his going back to Florida sooner than he expected.”

     I felt really dizzy now. I had just held Blue in my arms yesterday! He was gone now? “What do I have to do with any of this?” I pressed, feeling sick to my stomach. I needed to talk to Juan. And soon.

    “You called the cops on him. Nobody knows what he was arrested for, but you did it. Roberto came to school today, saying he saw you and Blue fighting in the woods yesterday. You slapped Blue after he kissed you, and he told you he just wanted to be friends anyway, so you walked off mad.”