Negative Reaction

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Matthew because he is handsome, dangerous, and determined

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Y'know, usually no one tries to outrun a football player. One can try but it's just idiotic. I'm just gonna say it now; I'm an idiot.

I grabbed my backpack and just ran. I can't recall in which direction I went though, but just the fact that it was the hardest I've ever ran in my whole life.

I can say that I thought I was succeeding until I heard the pounding of big feet behind me, hitting the concrete roughly. I then realized that my plan was not working as well as I thought. Just forget the fact that I never had a plan to begin with.

My midnight black converse pounded against the asphalt as I raced down streets. Turning a corner onto a street I don't know, I almost fell over from teetering on one heel. After about two minutes, I stopped and turned into an alley to take a break.

My feet were killing me, my heart was pounding in my head, and what's worse out of all of those is that my hair got tangled from the wind. I was running my fingers delicately through my hair until he ran past, did a double take and proceeded to walk towards me. By then, I've already given up on trying to lose him.

"Why would you run from me?" I shrugged and tugged on the end of my chestnut colored hair. Matthew stood in front of me and sighed.

"We need to talk." I nodded and picked up my backpack.

"We'll talk tomorrow, I kinda have a deadline set for when the sun goes down." I attempted to walk past Matthew but was stopped when he grabbed a hold of my arm. I turned my head to lock eye contact with the blue eyed boy.

He relayed a message through his eyes; we will talk about this later and there is no way I can avoid it. I looked away first and removed my arm from his tight grasp. We walked our separate ways to our houses.

The whole way back the same thought was running through my head; what am I going to do? How am I supposed to handle this? He said he likes me but I've learned from experience that most guys, especially in Highschool, are immature and do not know how to treat women right.

There is a section in the human brain called the amygdala. It basically tells us when we should
be afraid of something and sends a fight or flight message to one of our other glands.

Whenever Matthew steps into the same room as me my amygdala goes off like an alarm in a school on fire. My fight or flight instinct goes haywire and I end up a flushing mess with no control over what I say. Most of the time.

Mother and Father didn't question me as I came home 45 minutes later than my twin.

As I settled in bed, Matthew was racing through my mind. It wasn't until an hour later of thinking about the blue-eyed boy that I realized that Pele hasn't appeared. It seems like she actually realized when she's not wanted.

That was probably the best I've slept in years.

Πוו×Π

Today is just not my day.

Matthew has been trying to get my attention all day from when I arrived at school all the way to fourth period. Now it's lunch and I'm hoping that he doesn't try to come over. I know I said that I would talk to him today, but I really don't want to.