High School For Prodiges

Epiphanies

June P.O.V. 4 weeks later

Not much has happened these last few weeks. Day and I went to the beach multiple times, our families had group dinners, and I started tutoring Day in math.

Speaking of Day, I don't think I've ever mentioned the minute I knew I was in love with him. I was only twelve.

Flashback:

"Junel Daniel's here!"My mom yells up the stairs.

I want to go downstairs but I'm too focused on my what ex-friend just texted me:

Faith- No one likes you. You should really stop being so bossy. Just because your parents are rich doesn't mean you get to do that. I hate you and the world would honestly change for the better without your existence.

"June, what's wrong?" Day says, noticing that that I haven't even looked up from the phone since he walked in.

"Nothing." I say setting my phone down.

"Please June. Just show me. I'm your best friend." He says.

"I just can't." I say.

"Here. Just let me see." He says gently picking up my phone. He looks at the screen and immediately starts typing something back.

"Day don't, it'll only make it worse." I say.

"How does this sound? Is that all you got? I like me and I don't care what you have to say about it. The fact that you are trying to make me feel bad to make yourself feel better tells a lot about your character. I regret ever being your friend."

I shrug. I honestly don't want to respond. It'll only confirm that I care the slightest about what she said.

"You're right. I probably shouldn't send it, huh?"

"No." I say smiling a little.

"June, none of what she says is true and as long as you don't believe it it can never affect you the way she intended it to."

"You sound like my mom." I say.

"Good. Now is that the first time that something like that has happened?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say, hoping the quiver in my voice doesn't give me away.

"The truth."

"It's been going on for the past month." I admit.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're not my mom Day."

"Well did you tell your mom?" He asks.

"No." I say.

"I'm Sorry June. I'm sorry this happened to you and I'll try to keep it from happening again."

"How are you planning to do that?" I ask.

"I don't know. But it doesn't really matter. As long as you're okay." I nod.

"I'll be fine Day. I'll be fine." I say it but I don't believe it.

It was after Day left my house that I realized I was in love with him. There are a few other things leading up to when I knew I was in love.

There was one time when we were at his aunt's house and played a game of one on one. I won.

Flashback:

"I'm bored." I say as I pick up a basketball and start to dribble it "Wanna play a game? First one to seven wins."

"You wish you could beat me."

"I know I can." I say,

I won. Day tried. I could tell that. 7-4 was our score.

"Would the two of you like some cookies?" Day's aunt asks as she walks outside.

"Yes, thank you." I say, I would've hated it if Day had let me win. I'm really glad he didn't.

That was a really great day. There were a few other times that he helped me ignore Faith that just confirmed that I was in love. My phone starts ringing over on my desk.

It's Day. "Hi." I say.

"Hey June." Day says. "I'm bored."

"Go clean your room." I say. Knowing Day, and I do, it's a disaster.

"That's boring."

"What did we say about that word?" I say referring to when I last tutored him in math.

"Only use it when you're describing things that are actually boring." He sounds like a prisoner. I laugh.

"Exactly." I respond. "What else could I do?" He asks.

"You could watch people on the internet do stupid things."

"Do people actually think that that's funny? Honestly the most that would do is make me feel better knowing that there are people out there more stupid than me." He says.

"I hate to break it to you Day, but there is never going to be anyone in this world that does as stupid of things as you do."

"Okay. That's a bit rude. I have to go though. Maybe I'll actually clean my room."

"That was the shortest phone call ever."

"Whatever." He says, and the line goes dead.

I remember just last week.

Flashback:

"Are you sure you don't want to ice skate?" Day asks as we walk by the little ice rink that likely has an air conditioner every two feet.

"Absolutely. I'd probably just fall and hurt myself." I say,

"Well what if..." but before I can hear the rest of the word, I trip over a trash can and next thing I know, I'm in the trash can. Well, the upper half of my body is.

I can hear Day laughing as he pulls me onto my feet.

"That would never have happened if we had gone ice skating." He says.

"That's not true. I'd have probably broken a bone."

"So what was I telling you before you fell into a trash can?"

"You're the worst friend ever?" I suggest.

"Oh yeah. Wait a minute. No. Hey! That wasn't very nice." He says.

"It was that Pascao took your French fry when you guys went to McDonald's yesterday."

"Oh yeah. So I'm standing in line..."

"June!"My mom calls. "It's time for dinner!"

I run down the steps and see my mom finishing to set the table.

"What're we eating?" I ask.

"Ask your dad. He refuses to tell me."

"Dad!" I Call.

"What?"

"What's for dinner?"My mom yells.

"I can't tell you yet! It would ruin the surprise."

It was spaghetti. We had garlic bread with it and we had ice cream afterwards. I love my family.