Into His Love

Five

"So, did you enjoy the pep rally?" I attempt to start a conversation in the awkward silence as the wind blows my curls into my face. I swiftly put a lock of hair behind my ear.

"I did even though I couldn't really pay attention to everything that was going on."

    I look up at him. He's looking straight ahead of us at the dock.

"Why not?" I ask.

   He peers down at me. "Because I was too busy paying attention to you."

I laugh and shake my head. "Smooth. Very smooth."

"What?" He chuckles.

    "You're bold." I point at him still laughing.

    "Not at all." He shakes his head.

"Really?" I lift one eyebrow and cross my arms. He gazes into my eyes as if he were trying to read me. I look away from the intensity of his brown eyes.

     "Maybe to someone like you," he says, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"'Someone like me?'"

"You're shy and closed off, but-"

"Excuse me? I'm not shy and I'm not closed off." He doesn't even know me to make these assumptions. He starts laughing.

    "I'm a loner. I just like to be alone sometimes." I lie. I definitely do not like to be alone one bit.

"You know, loners don't typically put themselves at the top of high school pyramid and join the dance team, one of the most popular groups at school."

  "Popularity doesn't matter to me."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yes!" Who knew he was so annoying and judgmental?

    "Wanna know what I think?"

"Well, it's not like your not already telling me." I shrug.

"I think the loner act you got going on is your way of hiding. It usually is for most people," he suggests as we continue to walk. I can't believe he is jumping to conclusions like he knows anything about me.

"What are you a psychiatrist? What am I hiding from?"

"I don't know. You tell me," he insists as I rub my arms uncomfortably.

"One I'm not hiding from anything, and two you think you have me all figured out, but you don't know me at all," I answer. I take a seat on a wooden bench. I don't want to walk with him anymore. I don't even want to talk to him anymore.

"So, help me." He sits down a few inches beside me. I want to push his ass onto the ground for making these assumptions about me.

"What?" I huff.

"Help me know you. You. Your life." He turns to me. Not only is he judgmental, but he's also invasive, too. I watch him watch me waiting for my answer.