Friday . . . . It was just a regular Friday. Same old subjects and trivialities, nothing had changed. We sat outside of the school building, with our backs pressed against an oak tree. I had used the opportunity to read my book.
"So, how was your Sunday date?" She invaded my thoughts.
"Huh . . . . what date?" I asked her.
"You and Landon's date." She replied.
"It was not a date!" I exclaimed.
"Okay, if you say so."
She dropped the topic like I wanted her too, and I continued reading. She was highly invasive but surprisingly gave up easy this time.
"Would you just tell me!" She broke the silence hitting my arm.
"Okay . . . Okay!" I stopped her from hitting me.
"What do you want me to say?" I asked as her face dropped.
"Oh . . . my goodness Acacia!" "From the beginning!" She became slightly furious.
"We went to this hill, and we walked up, him holding my hand and we sat at the top where he pulled his hand away." I began. "Then we talked about my karaoke thing and then he was saying that it was his happy place, which I didn't get why." "And then he got upset because I said something and . . . " I continued.
"Uh--uh back-track, what did you say to him." She asked.
" . . . That I thought his happy place was weed and hoes!" I said ashamed.
"Acacia, that was not nice!" She shook her finger in my face.
"I know, but in my defense, one would assume that if they didn't know him personally." I defended myself.
"True." She tilted her head.
"Yeah, and then he told me about how his dad left him on his seventh birthday!" I told her.
I then told her word for word what had happened and all he had said. I'm not sure why he decided to tell me about his past. A part of me wanted to believe that he was opening up to me for genuinely good reasons, but I knew he only wanted to prove how judgmental I was.
"Ny, up there was so beautiful; the stars lighting up the sky and the moon resting on the beach below us . . . . and the feel of being in his arms." I blabbed in complete admiration before dropping my head low.
"Sounds like, you like him." She said making me look up. IT may have sounded that way-- but I didn't.
"No . . . . . . why would you say that?" My emotion changed slightly.
"Honey, based on the story you just retold, you like him!" She shut me up. Did I like him? He is lazy and rude and only cares about himself and puts no effort into anything especially school. But, he told me why. I guess having a reason is better than being that way deliberately? He's still a jerk--but being in his arms . . . weren't that bad. Is he so bad?
I was lost in my thoughts, forgetting that Nyla had been waiting for me to respond. He tilted her head slightly and nudged me.
"I . . . I can't, he seems so uninterested." I told her.
"So, you do like him?" She inquired.
"No . . . No!" I answered.
"Then tell him that." She stretched her words looking in his direction as he walked towards us. He came up to the tree where Nyla's feet extended.
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Precaution
Teen Fiction"I don't want to go anywhere, I have things to do!" "Life isn't always about fun and games you know. You have to think about the future!" I said. "Okay you're right. But think about this, why are we given life if we weren't supposed to...
