Broken

~4~

Caelyn

As I'm driving back to the dorms, I'm pissed.  The last person I wanted to see hear was Dallas.

I get out of my truck and walk up to the second level of my dorm.  I get out my keys and walk in getting ready to yell at Kailey.

"How could you not tell me!"  I screw am these words at Kailey so loud, I'm surprised by my own voice.

"What are you talking about?"  She is looking at me with a worried expression.  It doesn't do anything to calm my nerves.

"I'm talking about Dallas, Kailey.  Dallas Matthews from junior high.  Why didn't you tell me he goes here." 

Slowly, very slowly, I am calming myself down, realizing that yelling isn't going to make a difference.

"I didn't think I had to tell you.  You know Tyler and I are dating, and you know Ty and Dallas were always planning on going to the same college.  I assumed you would realize it before you saw him."

I try to control my heavy breathing, and that's when I realize.

I'm not mad because Kailey never told me.  I'm mad because I realize the effect Dallas is having on me.

I break down sobbing, all the while Kailey comes running over to me.

"Oh my God!  Caelyn, if I knew this would happen I would've told you from the start!  I'm so sorry!  I didn't know he bothered you so much in junior high!"

Kailey looks like she's ready to burst into tears too.

"No!  Its not that!" I'm crying so hard now I'm having trouble breathing.

"I'm scared because... because... because he's making me feel!  I can't feel anymore Kailey, I just can't!  Please you have to help me avoid him.  I can't deal with this, not now, maybe not ever!"

Kailey answers with a solemn nod of her head.

She pulls me into her arms and holds me as I cry myself into a deep sleep.

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I wake up the next morning with mascara trails all down my face.  I look at the clock, it says 8:15.  My first class is at 8:30!

I run around my room trying to get ready.  I throw on a pair of jeans and a Fall Out Boy concert t-shirt.  I wash my face and put on a new coat of mascara and some chapstick for my cracked lips. 

I've given up trying to cover the scars on my forehead.  It doesn't do anything to heal the scars on the inside.

I grab my keys because there's no way I'll be able to walk as I was planning to in the five minutes I have left to get to class.

I jump in my truck and I get to class with a minute to spare.  I look for a seat and it looks like there's only one left.

And it's right next to him.

                                                        ****

I walk over and sit down reluctantly.  As I do, I feel him staring at me.

I look over at him.

"Could you stop that?"  As I say this he just keeps smiling.  It's not one of those shit eating grins, more like a curious kind of smile. 

And those fucking dimples.

"Stop what?"  He says this while still looking at me with that look, except now, he's twirling a pencil.  God, he's such a girl.

"Stop staring at me!"

It looks like he tries to say something, but if he does, he never gets the chance because the teacher walks in and is already giving us dirty looks

Great.  My first day of classes and one teacher already hates me.  Another problem added to the list that Dallas created.