Freefalling

10

"Hold the fuck up! Everyone back away from the women!" He arrived at the scene frantically yelling at the lingering students.

The Gossip Queen was curled up on the asphalt gripping her stomach. She was glaring at the heap of girl in front of her. Her fist was still white-knuckled and held up. The entire student body still at school was gathered around. Even the track meet halted when they heard the ear-splitting scream of the queen.

He ran up to her and tried to snap her out of it. It wasn't working; her eyes never left the crying girl. He tried waving his hand in her face, jumping in front of her, and shaking her shoulders around; none of it worked. He was desperate for her attention, so desperate that he needed to go to drastic measures.

He stood right in front of her body, not her gaze. She was still glaring, now through his arm and torso. He gently placed his large hands on her shoulders and leaned into her. Their lips gracefully crashed together.

This time his diversion worked. She closed her eyes and took a hold of his cheeks. They were beautiful as they stood there pressed against each other's faces.

As Queen Bitch came to terms with the rest of the world, people were helping this woman up. The girl saw the two weird kids in a beautiful union. The gossiper was aware that the childhood tale was a myth.

She leaned back and made eye-contact with the hunched lady. He looked over and saw lots of remorse in this girl's eyes. He suggested that she just let the bitch off the hook. She looked at him as if he were a psychopathic killer and stormed away.

He walked over to the injured woman and tried to reason with her. She was denying it all, again. When he was fed up, he told her she deserved it. He set off to go find her.

The air was cool and the wind was blowing hard. Her hair was aimlessly getting pushed around by the wind. She forgot her jacket in her locker and had her arms tucked underneath each other. Each step she took was greeted with a crunch, due to the fact that the trees were beginning to hibernate.

He was running after her. He had no clue as to where her final location was. She didn't either. She was a water molecule in the ocean.

He finally saw a dark figure smoking next to a tree. It was her. Smoking was her hobby. She liked how she could smoke in public and not be seen as a person alien to the rest.

She help up a different cigarette as an offer for him. He politely declined and sat there. She slid down the side of the tree to join him.

They enjoyed a nice conversation. Nothing concerning the day or any negative aspects were brought up. They cracked a few jokes, made many puns, talked politics, played 20 Questions, and enjoyed themselves.

Their little kiss was never discussed either. It was a very nice kiss and meant a lot to both of them.

When they stood up to return home, they linked hands. She started to skip and he stumbled behind. They were laughing and having fun.

She started to skip too fast for him and he released her hand. He stood with his head bowed a little and his hands on his knees,

He took a step forward and slipped on a can of beans. He looked to his right and saw an angry homeless man scowling at him.