****Micheal's P.O.V*****12th Grade****
I walk into class and I sit in my seat while I wait for Blu. I set my stuff in my desk and I pull out the note I wrote for Blu. She seems really down lately. Which I do not understand. I always make sure she is not left out.Ever.I try to make her happy. I joke with her, I sit with her at lunch. I even cuddled with her and watched twilight movies. It did not work. Which I really thought would work. It would work for me if I was a girl. I do not understand girls.
I sigh and slouch in my chair. I look down at my outfit. I wore my good jeans today and a new shirt so I would look good. My big brother said it would make me look like a ladies man, so he had me wear my black vans. I look up and see Blu walk in. I stand up and I drop everything in my hands.
"OW OW OW OUCH." I grab my foot and look down to see that I dropped my ipod on my foot.I shake my foot out and put it down. Then I smile up at Blu as she walks in her hair curled white shirt, grey hat. One word. Perfection.
I wave to Blu, she stops for a second, waves, then walks to her seat. Her head down and her lips kept in a thin line. I walk over to Blu to see whats going on.
"Hey Blu how's it going?" I ask.
She shrugs, "Fine."
"Are you okay?" I ask tilting my head to the side.
she groans," Yes Micheal I am fine." she says clearly annoyed with me.
"Blu come on somethings wrong you are getting snippy with me." I state.
she lets out an angry breath, "Micheal. I told you I.am. FINE." She yells at me and I take a step back, before I look down at the desk to see her arm. I tilt my head to the side trying to get a better view of her arm. I see thin red lines a crossed her wrist and I instantly feel sick.
"Blu?" I whispered, " Wha-what happened to you wrist?"
She looks down and pulls her sleeve down slowly before looking up at me. Her eyes which are usually so full of life, are now silent and blank.
"Look Micheal thank you so much for your concern, but please...just go." She says in a blank tone.
I look into her eyes hoping to see some sort of emotion within them.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I swallow the lump in my throat, and I walk back to my seat. All I can think about is Blu doing that to herself. I see her taking a knife...and just sliding it a crossed her wrist. Crying. My stomach begins to turn. I quickly shoot my hand up in the air.
The teacher turns to me, " Yes Micheal do you have a question?"
"Mrs-" I gag, " I think I'm going to be sick." With that I get up and run out of the room. But on the way out I get a look at Blu and she is looking at me a sad look on her face.Worried almost.I run to the rest room before emptying my stomach and going home.
****end of the day****
*Bing*
I roll over to look at my phone.
Text from Blu: Hey...
I reply: hi.
Blu: how are you feeling?
Me: fine.
Blu: That's good.
Me: hows the arm?
Blu: you weren't supposed to know...
Me :Yeah well life doesn't always go as planned.
Blu: can i come over?
Me: of course.
I hear a knock on my window and I jump up and unlock the window to let Blu in.
Blu climbs in the window then closes it behind her. (She is his neighbor.)
She turns around and gives me a small smile before sitting on the other end of the bed.
"so about today..." she says.
"what about it." I ask and sit up.
Blu looks over at me and sighs. " you got sick...and I know it was because of me."
I turn to the side of my bed so Blu is sitting beside me and I lay backwards and look up at the ceiling. " how do you know it was because of you and not a bad dippy egg that was not cooked all the way through?" I asked her.
she lays down beside me and says, " As soon as you saw them your face turned pale, before that you were so full of life, with that goofy smile of yours." she turns to look at me. " And you hate dippy eggs, you eat scrambled."
I smile at her and say, " Okay fine it wasn't a bad egg, lets just not talk about this right now. Just promise me you wont do it again."
she looks over at me and says, " deal." And with that...
She kissed me.
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