Her Story #2

05|She Felt Relaxed [29D]

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Amy and Deborah walked out of class together.

The only thing on Amy's mind was the conversation they had in the locker room earlier today. Someone overheard what they were talking about which scared her shitless.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Amy hadn't even notice they were at the car park, outside the school building.

"Oh, um. . . Sure" Amy replied after snapping out of her thoughts. Deborah stared at her, confused.

"Are you okay?" Deborah asked. "I feel like you're keeping something from me."

"Of course not." Amy lied. "I'm just. . . Worried if someone really heard what we talked about in the locker room." Lying was wrong and she knew it. But it was for Deborah's own good.

"Oh." Deborah's face fell and Amy suddenly regretted bringing up that topic. Amy stood next to Deborah's car and crossed her hands in thought.

She should tell her. But she wouldn't.

It'll only hurt her more - she can't let that happen.

"Deborah. Have you been sleeping?" Amy asked. Deborah gave her a smile but she could tell it was fake, anyone could.

"Don't be silly Amy." Deborah hopped into her car and drove off.

Ignoring the question.

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Amy sipped on her latte and watched the little children play on the park's playground with a smile playing on her lips.

A little girl with long blonde locks squealed as she ran from a taller boy that chased her. His short dark hair pointing in all directions, both their shirts were covered in mud and dirt, their cheeks were flushed.

The little boy caught up the girl and gave her a hug. "Eww! Cuties!" The girl squealed as she squirmed away from the boy.

Amy smiled at the sight, her mind going back to when she was younger. When she used to run around the park with Deborah and Dustin.

She didn't have many friends because most children made fun of her red hair. It never really bothered her though, she loved her hair and wouldn't change it for anyone. It made her unique.

"Can I sit here?" A voice asked.

A guy stood in front of her with a kind smile, gesturing to the space next to her on the bench.

He looked her age, maybe a year older. He had brown skin and beautiful brown eyes that seemed to glow because of the sunlight. His features look so soft, delicate and kind. When he shot Amy that one million dollar smile she almost melted on the spot. He was handsome, any one with eyes could tell.

Amy snapped herself out of her gaze and returned a smile.

He sat next to her quietly, without another word. Amy did feel a bit uncomfortable but she didn't understand why. She's been around a lot of cute guys, but she didn't understand how this one made her feel so nervous.

Amy took another sip from her latte and let out a sigh of content as the warm liquid went down her throat, warming her from the chill air.

"Do you have a sibling here?" The boy next to her asked. She turned to him and shook her head.

A set of excitement rippled in her chest due to the fact he was actually speaking to her.

The boy shot her a confused look. "You can't speak?"

Amy let out a short laugh, feeling a bit less tense than she did, "No." She said with a smile. "I can talk. And I don't have a sibling here."

"I have a little sister here" he said pointing to a little girl on the swing speaking to a boy next to her.

Her black hair was in pigtails and she wore a pink shirt that looked cute on her. Multiple bracelets of different colors coated her little arms.

"How old is she?" Amy asked.

"Five." He said with a smile, Amy noticed a glint of sadness in his eyes when he glanced at his sister. She wondered why.

"I have a little brother." She said. "He's also five."

"That's cool. Her name is Zoe" He said giving Amy a quick glance before staring back at his little sister protectively.

"My brothers name is Mark." She said. Awkward silence consumed them for awhile.

"Maybe one day you could introduce Zoe and I to Mark." He said with a lazy smile on his lips.

"Of course, I'm sure he'd love to meet Zoe." Amy replied.

The boys eyes narrowed. "So he wouldn't like to meet me?"

"No." Amy said flatly.

"You're bluntness, just made me speechless." He said and paused in thought. "Hey, that kinda rhymed."

"You're so weird." Amy said, giving the boy an amused look. He didn't look like someone with a personality like this, he looked more like a bad boy to be exact, no matter how cliché it sounded.

He shrugged. "Weird is unique, I don't have to be like every other person. They're all boring." He said with a groan.

Amy giggled. "So I'm boring?" Amy asked with a pout.

"Yes." He said with a monotone. Amy frowned. "Who's blunt now?" Amy rolled her eyes.

They both kept talking. About life, school, family, friends and everything else that came up. Amy realized that she liked talking to him, he had that optimistic look on life she envied. He seemed to see the bright side of everything.

Once her cup was empty she decided to leave. "I've got to go. It was nice meeting you. . ."

"Clayton." He said with a grin. "My name is Clayton."

"Clayton." She tested his name on her tongue. "I like it."

"Glad you do." He grinned, she melted.

Amy waved as she walked away and threw her empty cup in a public trash can. She wished she could see him again.

As she got closer to her house a thought ran across her mind. She didn't tell him her name or her phone number.

With a sigh Amy pushed open the front door and stepped in, shrugging off her jacket she hung it on the coat rack and welcomed the warm air.

She felt relaxed.
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