Letting Go Is Easier Said Than Done (An Original Story)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

  Becky's been frustrated with me all morning because she knows that I'm in la la land. Though as I told her the recent events and interactions with Clark, she calmed down a bit and seemed less frustrated with my loopy mental and emotional state. Surprisingly, Becky told me that she's a little jealous of me. That honestly shocked the hell out of me. Like why would anyone be jealous of me? I'm not worth being jealous over, trust me. I'm just plain ol Myra, nothing more, nothing less. Becky is an amazing girl inside and out. I have no doubt in my mind that she will eventually find the right guy. Though if Mr. Right ever breaks her heart, I won't hesitate to kick his ass.

Spanish class...

Like most days, Clark is awaiting my presence. He stands up and gives me a short hug, though his hand slips and ends up grazing my thigh. His gentle but slightly seductive touch sends a rush of energy up my spine and makes my heart race. I know I'm only fourteen and he's only fifteen, but man was that hot. That definitely turned me on, let me tell you that. I hope he grazes my thigh again soon. ;) 

  We don't have much work to do today so we talk casually until we complete our silly worksheets. When we're done, we talk more intently. The current topic of conversation is our goals for sophomore year. It's an appropriate topic since freshman year is coming to an end next month. I tell him that my goals include making the honor roll every quarter like I have since middle school, join more clubs, and be passionate about the people I love and things I love. I ramble on like this for about ten minutes before Clark tells me his, which include but aren't limited to getting good grades, joining the track team, and becoming closer to me. This will probably sound biased, but that last goal listed happens to be my favorite. 

  By the end of my rambling, the bell rings and its time for me to head to music and for Clark to head to gym. I hate gym. I'm so glad that I get to do it as an independent study rather than have been placed into a class with annoying people from every grade level. Besides, because I'm a music student, I couldn't fit it into my schedule. This probably means that I won't ever have to take it again. What a blessing from the heavens. Cheers to my gym membership at Planet Fitness instead. Hip hip hooray!

That evening...

  My parents and I actually go out for supper for a change. We go to the local Papa Ginos in our nearby shopping plaza. I order a couple slices of pepperoni pizza, a side pasta, and an iced tea while my parents split a massive Italian sub and bag of sour cream and onion chips. For drinks, they stick to the basics, water. The food comes out quick and we dive right in like the gluttons we are, barely even stopping for breath. I'm so glad to be out tonight and I think my parents are too. Most nights I'm so weighed down with homework and studying that I barely have time to breathe while my parents are often worn out from the stress that work brings about. I love spending time with my parents. Unlike most kids nowadays, I'm not in a hurry to rush the process of growing up and being rid of them for the most part like other kids do. Well then again, I'm not exactly like everyone else. I never have been and I never will be.