Her Problem

Honey, i love you...

Following the flow of kids out the front doors of the school, I watched as everyone filtered out through the parking lot.
Groups of people gathered around cars, some speeding away from the school as if a bomb was about to go off.
The jocks had their girlfriends, who were mostly cheerleaders and some color guard girls, wrapped around them holding them close or just blatantly groping them.

I figured I could catch a ride with Taylor, but as I looked towards the teachers parking lot I saw Christian and his group of weedies standing between me and that option.
I was about to just walk home when my gaze met grey eyes and I decided to approach their owner.

"Hey Michael, you wouldn't happen to have a car would you?" I muttered softly, my shy disposition showing its full colors.
He just gestured behind him towards a dark blue Honda that looked in okay condition.

"Think I could hitch a ride? I- I'll pay you gas money." My lips stuttered.

"No. It's okay. I'll drive you."

That seemed the only reply I was going to get from my stoic neighbor so I nodded softly and started towards the car.

Halfway there I stopped in my tracks as a slurred voice yelled, "oh lookie here, I knew you were a whore babe, I just didn't think you'd be so public about it"

"Maybe its advertising Chris, she wants more customers. Come here babe you got my attention, let's get out of here." One of the guys with Christian muttered.

I looked behind me to see Michael clenching his fists, his eyebrows drawn together in what looked like concentration. I slipped my hand into his and whispered, "let's go."
He looked up in surprise but nodded and we continued until we were both seated in his car.

He started the engine and we passed the five drunken teens on our way out, their slurred words and dark laughter following behind us.

My gaze stayed on the window to my left, the other cars on the road seeming to disappear after we left campus.

"Why did you lie earlier?" My voice softly broke the silence between us.
He didn't say anything, he just gave me a questioning look.

"When you said you didn't have a poem, I saw you ball it up..."
He stiffened slightly but nodded, "you're observant."

"And you're trying to get out of answering my question."
A soft smile was the only reply I got.

After pulled into my driveway I turned towards him in my seat, "if you ever want to share that poem with me some time, I'd love to hear it."
With that I opened the car door and walked across my lawn to my front door, only turning to look back when I heard the sound of his engine start once more as he pulled back out onto the street.

After fixing dinner for my mom and something for her to eat when she got hungry at work, I headed up to my room.
I flitted through my phone and found one of my favorite songs, pressing play, the sound of "Ophelia" by the Lumineers trickled through my room.
I felt the rhythm flow around me and move my body slowly until I was spinning around my room at a peaceful pace.

"Honey, I love you...
That's all she wrote...
.... Oh ophelia heaven help
A fool who falls in love..."

I sang lightly until the song ended, my head felt light and I fell back onto my bed, watching the ceiling spin.