17: Why Are We Always on the Ground?

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      A little death- the Neighbourhood

I walked the halls of the school the next day, keeping an eye out for any sign that my boyfriend was struggling. I hated that I only had last period with him. Especially now. Especially after what he's going through. It helped to know that Ari had a few classes with him; that she'd look out for him like she always had and I shouldn't have had to worry. I was still going to worry. I had to.

"He's okay, Teddy," I felt her hand on my shoulder and my head shot up. I was left alone in the hall. I checked the time. Class started 5 minutes ago. "You need to stop worrying. You're killing yourself."

I turned around. "I can't! Ari, you don't understand!"

She looked so hurt that I froze. She did understand. She understood completely. She'd been around his entire life. Who was I to act like I knew more about him than she did? I didn't. I knew nothing in comparison to her.

"I'm sorry.... I wasn't thinking. I just...." my legs gave out and I found myself on the ground.

"I know. It's okay. I'm scared, too. It hasn't been this bad in years. I...don't know what to do either." She sat down beside me.

"Hey," I looked up at the familiar voice. My boyfriend was standing over us with tears in his eyes. I pulled him down to sit between us and leaned against him. He moved his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to worry you guys."

"What are you doing here?" Ari put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Evans told me to come find you."

"Oh. We should go to class, then." She stood.

"I'll be right there. Go ahead."

She said goodbye and disappeared down the hallway.

"Why didn't you go with her? You're going to get into trouble." I moved off of him so he could get up. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. He seemed so unsure, so hesitant, that I gladly took control. He laughed against me and pulled back.

"Why didn't you go to class?" He questioned, wiping a stray tear from my cheek.

"I was just...thinking."

"About?"

"You. You know, the only thing I ever think about."

"Good thoughts?"

"Always."

"Come on," he kissed me again. "Get to class, Christian Boy."

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