How To Love

What started it all...

   The next morning Heather continued her daily awakening, waking to clouds surrounding her bed and empty pills and/or bottles. Although she was totally knocked up she still couldn't keep her mind off the tall, brown, handsome, and what else she doesn't know about him, boy. Since she was knocked up she couldn't remember his name.

   She arrived at school later on that day but she saw no sign of what's his name. Heather walked the halls for a bit then came across Patricia again. Patricia looked back at her and yelled out from down the hall, "Heatheeeeeeer! I want to talk, now." Then she giggled along with the other cheerleaders just like her. She rolled her eyes then walked over to Patricia, who looks devilishly suspicious, and stood in front of her, hands on her hips, "What do you want Medusa?" "Who?" She asked, "Never mind that, what do you want?" Then Patricia took off the lid of the smoothie she was held and poured it on Heather's head. She placed the cup on her head neatly like a hat then took a photo, "That is what I wanted." she said.

   The hallway was filled with students pointing and laughing at her then Heather stormed off to the lady's room. Kobe parted from the crowd and looked Patricia in her eyes, "That wasn't funny, Pat. Think before you act. It'll save you a lot of time and start using that peanut size thing of yours you call a brain." He told her off. She flipped get hair to get a better look at him, sizing him, "Who do you think you are, Kobe Quintin?" she said, "I don't want to have to bring up what happened in second grade now do I? If you ever step out line again, to ME, I'll destroy you. Let's go girls we don't need this." then with a snap of a finger she and her girls took off.

   After the crowd died down and what happened was a thing of the past, she excited the restroom cleaned up. "Hey." said Kobe, she jumped when he spoke because she was unaware of his presence. Heather's heart was pounding, not because he frightened her, it was because he spoke to her. She cleared her throat, looking off to the side, "Hey. What're uh....what're you up to? Trying to get a sneak peek at some cheeks?" He responded softly, "Not at all, to make sure you were okay. Patricia is a bitch and pretty much everyone knows it, but that is no excuse to do something so immature. I'd like to see someone give her a taste of her own medicine. But you are okay, right?" Heather was speechless just looking at him, "I'm Kobe. Kobe Quintin. You're Heather?" he asked. She said, "Yeah how'd you know?" "You're the topic in everyone's conversation." he replied. Her face dropped in disappointment, "Of course I am."

   Together they walked to class, Heather most definitely enjoyed the time spent with him. She felt a sensation between them, possibly her stomach grumbling. He talked about himself, not in a bragging way but to be expressive, then it was her chance to express and give information about herself. She'd tell him just a bit then veer off to another subject, it was hard for her to trust, especially people with such 'clean' personality. He noted that about her almost immediately. "Someone like her deserves a friend that is completely honest and loyal," He thought to himself.

   After school he invited her to a private lunch, as friends of course. The two were having a lovely meal in Burger King just enjoying each other's company, mostly Heather. He gulped down a bit of his Coke Cola, "How long have you been here in Vineyard High? Got friends or family?" The last question was muffled because he just couldn't put down that whopper. Heather looked down at her over ketchuped fries then at Kobe, "No, my family's on the other side of the world so its just me and my old lady but she's on vacation somewhere. And I don't have friends. Never had any actually. I'm simply a loner, always have been always will be. Oh right, and I transferred to Vineyard about two years ago in my sophomore year." After she answered there was silence between the two. While Heather was picking at her whopper he stared at her with amazement. He thought she was beautiful even if one else thought she was. "That can't be right, someone had to like you for who you are. I'm not denying your story but I believe that someone out there finds you... alluring. I don't care if it takes until the last day you breathe for it to happen."

   His opinion was said beautifully but she responded sadly, "There was one. A guy, a boyfriend. He went to Vineyard with me about a month ago. We'd ride or die together believe it or not. Or so I thought, on his last week he texted me to meet him at his home and I did later on that day. When I got there we fooled around and we got seriously knocked up." She giggled, a tear splashed on the table, "He told me he forgot to tell me why I was invited in the first place, but I thought having sex and getting high was the reason, but no it wasn't. He didn't even bother to loosen up when he.....when he broke off the relationship. He said it with such ease. Soon the school found out and I was called a whore, he released a pictures just to make it harder to move on." Heather wiped her face with a napkin she used earlier. All Kobe could do was watch her cry silently, she looked at him again, "Now do you believe me?"

   Kobe nodded, looking down at his Coke Cola.