Bit of a push

Chapter 2

Mackenzie

I’d gotten away, but by seconds only. He was meters near the car before I sped out of the school car park. Most girls who got bullied would go home and cry and maybe inflict self-harm. But I wasn’t like that. No, not anymore. Because the scar the develops on your skin proves that nothing in this world could save you. But I believe there’s always something to save you from your problems, no matter big or small. A very wise boy told me that. I pulled over, willing the tears to brake free of my now blurred vision. I wailed and cried. Dan hasn’t laid an eye on me for so long, I almost forgot what his dazzling green eyes looked like. 

My mind fell into a flashback of Dan and I on the swing set at thirteen years old, laughing and joking around. But when his laughter faded, he stopped moving his legs and the swing came to a slow stop. I stopped too, wanting to know what was on his mind. He stood, pacing around the edge of the bark, tension rising in the air. I stayed on the swing, waiting for him to tell me what’s up.  Soon after, he sat on the edge of the bark, staring at the lake out ahead.

 I rose from my swing and sat down next to him. His breathing hitched, showing me a sign of his sadness.  My hand found his and I linked my fingers with his before leaning my head on his shoulder. His body relaxed as he kissed my head. My heart began to thump a mile a minute, in a friendship way. That’s all we ever were.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, continuing to stare out at the lake. His contented sigh worried me. He shifted and griped my wrist, pulling up to my face to see my one, single, vulnerable scar I put there.

“Mack, I didn’t believe the cat did that scar. You’d better tell me, because, pardon my language, I’m freaking the shit out.” He was talking as if something was clogged in his throat. But he continued. “Something has been up with you and I’m scared I’ll lose my Mack.” Dan said, his voice fading.  My white scar I did three weeks ago still frightened me. It was because I was afraid I’d lose him. His eyes looked vulnerable, like he was frightened.

 I stared into his beautiful green eyes, pretty much staring into his perfect soul. I clenched my fingers through his.

“There is nothing on this earth, that’ll take me away from you.” I said, you from me on the other hand…

“Are you sure?”                                                                                                              

“Positive.”

 His body physically relaxed, but his arm tensed around my shoulder. This warm breath gave me goose bumps as he whispered. “I’ll always be around Mackenzie. Please, please don’t do that. I won’t be able to survive if you hurt yourself like that.”

My body woke from the trance, the heater of the car humming around me. I pulled my long sleeved top up just above my elbows to see my many white risen scars on my left arm.

Dan 

Sweat dripped down my forehead as I pushed my fists harder into the punching bag. My coach who was yelling at me to continue thumped in my ears. My heart beat thumped and thumped with the calling for me to stop, but my muscles were too angry for more. I craved this. I crave the feeling for power.

 “…And stop.” Coach said, laughing. I snapped my head to his. I was ready to pound his head in if he looked at me like this again. Coach threw his palms up, showing innocence. “Hey, I’m not the one who was about to brake the two hundred pound punching bag.” He said, still laughing.

I stumbled my way to my towel and water bottle. I needed a way to get Mackenzie out of my head. She’s been stuck in my head for the past week. I haven’t seen her anywhere. She definitely knows how to hide from me.

 The door opened on the other side of the gym, but I kept my head down, trying to slow my breathing.

 “Okay Reese, let’s get going!” A feminine voice called, but I knew that voice way too well. I peeked my head to see her. Mackenzie’s curves showed under her black skins and purple sports jumper. It honestly had me drooling; I haven’t seen her like that in years. She placed her phone, keys, towel and water bottle on a stool still calling out to coach.

“I told my parents I was at the library this morning, so they’ll be expecting only half an hour.” The old Mackenzie shined before my eyes. Confident, sneaky and perfectly sexy. At this moment, I was planning my way to get to her without her running away. 

Reese and her talk, which is something I miss doing with her. I miss touching her and knowing my best friend was always there. I miss looking into her blue eyes and thinking about her lips, and trust me when I say this, I do think about her lips.

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