I stared at the two of them. One of my best friends, and...him? Why was this happening? Carter was saying something to me, but I couldn't her him over the rush of blood, roaring in my ears. I pushed him aside, and walked briskly out the door, pushing aside everybody in my path. Sarah ran up to me, but I just kept moving. My entire body shook, whether with pain or anger I had no clue. I hid it as best as I could, but it was no use. I bit my lip, and tried to tell myself that Jason and I were not an item, and we had no current connection whatsoever, but my heart just wouldn't listen. A sea of students ebbed around me, but all I could see was a memory, playing over and over in front of my eyes.
**flashback to sixth grade**
I sat in the schoolyard, all knees and elbows, on a bright orange bench under a tree, eating lunch alone out of a paper sack. I looked down at my paper sack, and saw that my mom had drawn a little cat on the front, and had spelled out Have a nice day! in brightly colored bubble letters. I almost laughed at the irony as I glanced across the quad at the kids sitting in groups with their friends, while I remained the loner. Why was I sitting alone? Well, long story short, my friends were angry with me for not letting them copy my homework, I had gotten an F on my literary analysis due to lack of focus, and I had stubbed my little toe. All in all, on this cold and cloudy day, it felt like there was a literal dark cloud hanging over my head, following me around wherever I went.
My gloomy lunch, however, was interrupted by a certain guy bounding towards me, with the carefree gait of a puppy. Looks like my day was turning around. With just one flick of his mouth, one little smie, Jason could make me feel giddy and weightless. Nobody, not even my fifth grade crush Brandon, had ever made me feel like that before.
I smiled at Jason from across the field, as he ran towards me like a puppy. Wit a moment. I squinted my eyes. Was there somebody running next to him? When he was only a few yards away, I realized with a heavy heart that the person with him was female.
"Skye!" He ran up with his familiar goofy smile. His ashy brown hair flopped to the side, and he pointed at the girl next to him. "This is Jasmine. She's my girlfriend. My very first one. Isn't that great?"
It most certainly wasn't. Jasmine, or "Jaz," was a tall, thin brunette with a big butt and a waterfall of thick brown hair. She was wearing a flowered crop top and a skater skirt, causing me to feel insecure in my homely jeans and tee shirt. There was not a single flaw on her perfect face, and she grabbed Jason's hand affectionatley.
It was just too much. Instead of responding, I glowered at them, packed up my lunch, and left. My stomach was churning, and I felt like I was going to vomit I didn't know wether to scream or cry, so I did neither. So much for ignoring my feelings and being subtle about them.
"Skye! Where are you going?" I heard Jason calling, confused, but I didn't answer. I just had to get away from them; get away from her.
**end of flashback**
And that's how I felt now. I had to get away. Without saying anything anyone, I pushed my way out of the school building. Once I was sure nobody could see me, I turned and ran down the path to the parking lot, where my mom's car was waiting. I climbed in, and she opened her mouth to talk. let her drive me away without a word. Tears leaked down my chin, but I wouldn't cry. Not here.
