6 months to live

Dance

Tickets were going around for a special dance that my school had during Halloween time. Since my school was really original and creative when it came to naming events, they called it, "The Halloween Dance."

It was early in the morning which meant throbbing headaches for me, yay! A lot of kids were lined up to get their tickets. Although it was a girls ask boys dance, not that many girls were in line.

"What's wrong, Maya?" Alex who was behind me started to massage my shoulders.

"My head hurts," I groaned.

"Chamomile will do the trick."

"Why are you in line?" I wanted to hit myself after saying that.

"I'm getting a ticket for my girlfriend." The last word stung me.

      Now I had to hide my jealousy. "Wow! That's amazing to hear!"

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    It was time to do it! I had to face my fears and summon up the courage to do it. I had two tickets in my pocket and two roses in my hands.

     The weather was terrible so I had to do it quickly. It was pouring outside, almost like we were going to have a flash flood warning. That didn't stop me though.

     I walked around the school trying to look for the person I wanted to ask out. The heavy downfall threatened to drown me as the raging wind nearly swept me off my feet.

   Then all of a sudden I see him getting in his car. That's when I start racing to the school's parking lot. It was worth it! I couldn't forget about him! My heart never stopped beating the way it did when I was next to him.

        "Reece!" I pounded on the hood of his car.

His window slid down. "Maya?"

I leaned my body down so he and I could be at eye level. "Reece," I paused. How was I going to tell him?

"Yes, Maya?" His eyes trailed to mine.

"I really, really like you. Since you left, I haven't forgotten about you." I reached my hand out so I could hand him the flower. "I still want to make us work."

Reece's eyes sparkled when he looked at me. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear you say that. It's just...."

"What?" My heart sunk to the bottom of my heels.

"I....like someone else."

I backed away from him car. My body nearly stumbled as a car zoomed by me. It happened all too quickly.

How? I gritted my teeth.

"Maya, you have a very vivacious personality and I absolutely admire that about you. You're a huge pleasure to be around because of your lively aura.....its just.....it wasn't meant to happen. Lets keep our relationship in the past."

I turned around because I didn't want him to see me cry.

It seemed like it was destiny. Since my birth, I was always meant to be the second option. Bad boys didn't want want good girls, sure the thought enticed them, but the thought was just chaos. It was just like my mom told me: you can never turn a player into a husband.

I learned my lesson with Tatum, and I would have to learn it again. It was just that bad boys were so unpredictable, so cunning, so swift, the impression that they left on you was something unforgettable. My personal preference was bad boys, but I knew that some things were just better left off as just fantasies.

My head remained glued down on the cement as I made my way back to the building. Santiago had driven me to school since I left my car back at my house.

"I'm so ugly," I looked at myself in the school's restroom mirror. My mascara had run all the way down to the hot pink dress I was wearing. My skin had become pale and my vision was slowly worsening. Right as I found the courage to take my wig off, the lights went out.

I left the building and went back outside. Santiago had texted me that he was on his way to come get me. Now all I had to do was sit under the rain and wait for him.

It was approximately fifteen minutes when Santiago sat down beside me, putting an umbrella over our head's.

"Why didn't you stay in the building?" He wrapped a towel around my body.

"The power went out so all the teachers left."

He took the wig out of my hand. "I prefer you without it. It really shows a strong character." He looked away from me out of shyness. "I find that to be really attractive in females."

I looked at him. "Are you just saying that to cheer me up?"

He shook his head. "I'm being honest with you, Maya." He got up and stood in front of me, reaching him hand out so I could take it. "Let's get out of here."

I hesitated before I finally reached out and took his hand.

     A weird sensation like electricity from the sky felt like it had traveled from my feet to my brain. It was weird to a point where I believed that I had dreamt it. It was too surreal for me to believe.

       Why did Santiago's touch feel so familiar to me?

      It was probably just nonsense that I was imagining. I quickly let the thought go when I felt his small hand give mine a gentle squeeze. With one squeeze I felt safe.

Santiago walked me over to his car with my body held tight next to his. I finally felt at peace with this world to know that someone like Santiago existed. The way he held me made me feel comfortable. Like I didn't have to try anymore to get him to like me. The fact that my wig didn't bother him meant a lot to me.
    Wearing a wig made me feel ugly. The constant fear of thinking that someone just might try to pull it off was the worse fear of them all. I had to keep wearing it if I wanted to keep up my reputation.

         How would people react? I thought in my head. What if people might accept it?

     
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   Do you guys like Santiago? I can't give my true feelings about him yet and for a good reason.