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I run through my hair and get to my locker. After I get everything sorted and staring at the inside of my locker telling myself not to cry and get myself together, that I should have expected it, I close my locker and head on my way. I see Danika and a few of her friends freaking about some douche Senior. "Oh my GOD he's so HOT! Someone should get his number for me."
I hope Danika gets pregnant.
I turn a corner and Theo catches my eye. I look away, trying to watch anything and everything except him. How could he do that to me? Yes, I knew we only talked for three days, but still. The stuff he said.. You think you trust someone in the tiniest bit, and they prove why you shouldn't trust them.
He closes his locker and gets into the crowd of people moving to their first class, but unfortunately he sees me, and I see him see me.
"Callie! Hey!" He catches my shoulder. I move my shoulder down and speed up slightly, no thanks to everyone in the school walking slower than tortoises. Great, this won't be awkward at all. "Callie!" He called again.
"Don't." I placed his hand off of my shoulder. "Just don't." I fixed my hair again and sped up.
"What? Why does it feel like you're upset at me?"
"You know damn well why." I gave him a scornful look. How could he act like nothing happened? I mean, it's not like he gave me hope that there is a guy who isn't a total douche and that what he said was actually true. It's not like we bonded over Ed Sheeran, whom is one of my most favorite singers, and sang along together. It was like I was I had been in a deafening black tunnel, just by myself. I had been in there for months, years, even. Then I saw a light. A light that could take me out. And then it closed. I'm back in the darkness.
Where should be and where I belong. I knew I shouldn't have trusted him.
"Um, okay? I'll call you tonight." He went a seperate way. Are guys really that stupid, or do they just act like they are?
Either way, I wanted nothing to do with this one any more.
I saw Theo a couple times in school, but thank god that he didn't see me.
As I grab a snack after I get home, my phone starts to ring.
Theo.
Do I answer it? What is he going to ask? Is he going to realize what he did wrong? What will he say? I pull my phone and look at the picture of Theo.
I answer.
"Are you there?" He asks me.
If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have answered the phone.
"Yes."
"What are you doing?"
"Eating a snack."
"Are you busy tonight?"
Why does he wanna know? Is he serious?
"Why." I say in the most boring voice I can possibly do.
"Because I want to spend more time with you." What.
"Well we could have spent time together yesterday, but you didn't answer your phone, now did you, Theo? And I don't know what is wrong with you or if you think I'm stupid or anything like that then you can say goodbye because I can easily occupy my time with other things." I said in a rush. I poured some milk for myself and went to my room with my almonds.
"Can you please tell me what I did?" Theo sounded desperate. Either he's dumb or acting dumb. Either is not cool.
"You can't for yourself?" There was a few seconds of awkward silence. "Try remembering what happened and what you said on Friday." I pursed my lips for a few seconds. "Listen, Theo. Thank you for the nice time on Friday and Saturday, but if this is what having a relationship is like, I honestly don't want a relationship. I thought that you were a nice guy and I thought that maybe, just maybe, this isn't the guy that I hear girls say 'all guys are the same'. Ya know, I almost thought that I liked you. I don't know if you liked or still like me but I'm sor- " I was speaking so fast when he inturrupted me I had to take a deep breath- for two reasons. One, so I could keep my feelings out of this and I could keep from crying, and two, so that I could catch my breath.
"You're doing it again." He tells me.
"You're apologizing for something that isn't your fault."
Do I make a sarcastic remark, or say nothing?
"I'm sorry. I am the one who should be sorry. No, I am the one who is sorry. I know what I did. I know what I did on Friday and it was one of the best 24 hours I've had in a long time because my parents just- " He starts going off before I can make my choice.
"Can you come over?" I ask. I don't know if it's because I can sense when people feel down or sad or are about to cry, but I just feel it, and I instantly forget any arguing with the person and am willing to do anything for them until they're happy again.
"C- can I what?" He stutters. Do I hear him sniff?
"Come over, can't you hear?" I say in a tone that I hope wasn't too harsh.
"A- are you s-sure?" I think I hear him wiping his nose.
"Oh, don't be silly now." I say in an olden accent. "Get on over here."
I hear his truck coming down the street and I rush to the door and open it. He comes to the door.
"Callie.." He says, wiping a tear from my cheek.
You see, I have this uncontrollable habit of imagining the worst possible things when I feel someone I feel close is feeling bad. Almost like a mother, but more emotional bad things rather than physical bad things.
"Do you want a drink or food or anything?" I ask him. Gah, what am I doing?
"No.." He wraps his arms around me and pulls my head in next by his. He's sobbing. I'm sobbing. It's a sobbingfest.
He puts his lips on my forehead and I slow my breathing down, as he does.
Our breathing is almost in sync.
"Callie.. " I look at him. He's closing his eyes as if he's bracing for some sort of impact. "I'm so sorry. I have so much pressure on me about my grades.. And.. And.. I just found out this morning that my sister.. My sister.. My sister has terminal cancer."
And with that, he starts bawling.
