The Strength Of the Heart

The Line is Thin - 6

Okay, maybe I'm being over-dramatic. It's not like it wasn't good when I had it. I mean, would I rather I never met her? No. Because she gave me the best time of my life. So what if I wasn't her knight in shining armour? A girl like her wasn't a damsel in distress, she was the warrior princess riding out of her castle on a dragon, hiding all her emotions from all except her diary. Well her diary and me. For a time. Now I realise that talking about her like she's some heartless beast is wrong, especially because I should know how real her feelings are. After some days of her crying in my arms about some things she couldn't control. I understand that sometimes decreasing someone's status out loud helps decrease they status they have in your mind, but there is a line between words of heartbreak, and words that will break hearts. 

And that line, is very thin.

I don't know what got into me, but as soon as I saw the tears in her eyes, I rushed up to her. Jumping over bags, books and bodies until I was right in front of her. I ignored my history teacher as he told me she needed space. I felt around in my pocket until my fingers felt the soft touch of tissue. I pulled it out and dried her eyes with it. She fought me at first, pushing me away with her tear wet hands, but she wasn't putting any kind of force into it so it was just a light thud on my chest. I moved closer and held her hand as I continued wiping her face. From this close, I could see the red in her cheeks, the curve of her cherry coloured lips and how puffy her eyes had gotten. Her eyes were looking down at the floor and by the time I got to her left eye she had stopped crying. She seemed more embarrassed than  sad, she was kicking the floor, looking all over the place and biting her lip. I didn't know then that she was more shaken up than she was letting on. I also didn't notice that the whole class was staring at me, eyes wide, mouths open, like I had just done some magic trick. Professor David looked down and at us and scratched his head. He must've saw that there wasn't going to be any work done in the remaining half hour unless something was done. 

"Chloe, we have already contacted your parents and I think it's best you go wait in the front of the school." he said. He turned his head to me. "Mr Kyle, you will accompany her until she has left, then you will return to class. Am I understood?" I didn't know what to say. Obviously they thought I was too much of a good boy to be irresponsible. 

I hate the way they were right.

"Yes sir. Right back to class" I said. "Good. You may go." He said. I put my hand on Chloe's shoulder and directed her out of the class. And even after all that had just happened I heard the class go "ooooohhhhh" as we walked out the door.

As soon as we got out the door Chloe lost it. I had to pull her along because she stopped moving after the first 10 seconds. I didn't realise she had started crying again until we got to the front of the school. I sat her down on a bench and sat next to her. Then she did something I wasn't expecting. 

She leaned on me and cried into my shoulder. 

I put my arm around her, and rocked her like she was my little sister (metaphorically of course). I tried to comfort her as the shakes of her sobs contrasted my bass drum of a heartbeat. I was pretty sure she could feel my heart beating like I was listening to violent music. I could feel her radiating heat and her tears dropping onto my arm. It made me see her differently. I moved my head close to her ear and whispered "You'll be okay. I've got you.". We sat there for another 5 minutes until I heard tyres running over the gravel road. I looked up and saw her mothers black Mercedes. Her mum ran out of the car, her hair tied neatly in a bun and her shoes click-clacking on the ground. I helped Chloe stand up, and handed her to her mum. I watched them until they were both in the car and gone. 

I turned around, thinking about how I was gonna stop hating on the "popular" people, and walked  back to class

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