Hold Me In Your Everlasting Arms

Are We Becoming a Cheesy Love Story?

I busted through the front doors of my school and gripped my bookbag as I started my sprint up three flights of stairs. I knew that if I didn't go fast enough regret would surpass me and refuse to let me through. I felt my hair surround me the same way it could if I was running outside. As I doubled up my pace I felt my quads become sore.

I reached the top and I felt an out of place feeling sit in my stomach. Being at school this early made me feel as though I was breaking a code or something. I quicked my pace to his door where I saw a light flood out from the cracks of it. I said a silent prayer thanking that he was here. 

Still  a little hungover I swallowed a baby puke and let my adreneline take my body into his room. I strutted in as a detective would a house that he didn't have a warrent for. I sucked in as much breath as I could in attempt to lower my heart rate, "Ezra we need to talk." He didn't seem startled when he turned from where he was writing on the board. He smiled with that stupid Peter Pan grin, and I noticed his stupid boat shoes, and stupid boyish grin, stupid. "Yeah, you missed class yesturday, I have the work you missed on my desk." He turned toward his desk and he sat down. I walked toward him and put my hands on his desk and looked down at him like an interragator. "I told you before, I'm not playing your game, but I just need to know. Did you actually believe that my dad wouldn't tell me?" I took a breath looking for a euphemism, but time was up before I could find one. " You son of a bitch, using me like a chess piece in whatever chess game you are playing with my dad." He stood up,

"I'm sorry if you thought that by talking to you at the party I was using you, I didn't know that you were the same Maude until that night, I meant what I said. I do want us to try. If your dad doesn't like me that's between him and me only, it doesn't matter anyway."

"It does to me"

"If that's the case, I will try with him too."

"What about Lux?"

I felt increasingly psychotic, it's not that I didn't want us to work. I just wanted to be sure he did too. I needed to know.

"Lux Abrams?"

"Yeah, did you have a thing with her too?"

He seemed more offended by the word thing than he did at my accusation.

"Is that all we are? A 'thing'?"

I didn't answer and he read my silence and continued.

"She's friends with my sister, Emma, she always had a cute crush on me. That's it, there was no 'thing'". 

"I feel as though I should still be mad at you."

"Don't do that, stop thinking about what you're supposed to do. Just look at me as Rachel McAdams does in all of her stupid cheesy love movies and know that you feel 'this' too."

He was right, I uncrossed my arms and smiled. I wanted to ask him about what my dad said. Why did he want me to break up with him, I was happy! I decided against it, if i ever want to know what happened with them It would have to be done myself. 

"Maude Daniels and the case of the Disapproving Father"

"Are we becoming a cheesy love story?" I said smiling

"Predictable is good, but I like our mess better" We didn't break eye contact and words flowed out of my mouth.

"I'd like to call you sometime." There was a year of silence that brought us closer together, rather than far apart. 

We exchanged numbers and I left his classroom, without any regrets. 

I liked the pool of ignorance I was doing laps in, and maybe I'd rather shoot the big elephant in the room rather than walk him out.

Then again, curiosity was stuck on my shirt sleeve. I would go to my dads house after school, I normally didnt go to his house on the weekdays, but maybe talking to him would give me hints to ease my mind. I walked down the hall and imagined my phone vibarating, more than that, the vibration I would feel in myself as I saw his stupid name accross the screen.

"You're gonna drive me crazy"