Revealed

46. Solane

It's so funny watching Jeremy scream my name. I hide behind a tree. My plan is to scare him from behind.

Jeremy drops to his knees and cups his face in his hands. He's crying. It comes to me as a shock. Jeremy, the leader of a gang, is crying? Maybe he's crying because he was going to kill me and now he couldn't. Lol. Yeah. Unlikely.

I slowly stand up from the crouching position I'm in behind the tree and tiptoe over to Jeremy. I try to make as little sound as possible. Jeremy continues to tear. When I'm not too far away from him, he groans loudly and punched the sand below him.

He's angry. Anyone can tell. Then, he relaxes his muscles and takes a deep breath before throwing his book of poems far from him, almost into the water, and sighing onto the left side of his body.

I'm running now. Falling on my knees faster than Jeremy had done, I place my hand on his face. He flinches and looks up. I stand up and pull him up with me.

He's a mess. His face is drowned in tears and he his movements are uncoordinated. I can tell his hand is in pain from the punch because there was blood over it. He had probably punched a rock. I stand on my toes to give him a hug.

"Oh my gosh, Jeremy. I was just playing with you." I need him to calm down. "I would never leave you."

A shiver travels down my whole body. So many different emotions are clouding my judgement. Maybe I'm rushing things, but I don't care. People say that love at first sight is fake. I was part of that group as a kid. If someone asked me two weeks ago if I believed in true love, I'd say no. My dad died, my mom hated me, and it's evident that even Mama Dee could never love me as truly her own. She had someone of her own before me. I was just a replacement. But after my whole experience with Jeremy, I know it is definitely real. It just takes the right people, or in my case, person.

I release my hold on Jeremy and run towards the shore to get his notebook. It's completely soaked on the bottom right corner. Sand is caught in between most of the pages along with a few tiny rocks. With the book in my hands, I carefully give it back to Jeremy.

"I think you might need this."

"Um... thanks."

He's embarrassed. He most likely didn't intend for me to see his true emotions and was afraid I would see him differently. If he's thinking that, he's right. I do see him differently. My heart beats even faster around him and I get a fluttery feeling in my stomach. He's totally different.

"Let's go write that poem....," Jeremy trails off and his voice seems to have more pitch than usual. It's cute. Why doesn't he do that a lot? I could listen to it for hours. Maybe even days. Scratch that, years.