Before Separation

3- Amy

My eyes roam the room as I watch the smoke enter and disappear from it. Who knew the janitors closet would be cleaner, and bigger than some of our very own classrooms. I certainly did not. But I guess they did.
"Listen, are you sure you don't want a blow?" My ears perk up and I stand a little straighter as I turn over to look at her. I shake my head.
"No. It's okay." I give her a smile, but I know I must seem lame. She smiles back and there it is again, the butterflies in my stomach.
"Williams! Stop being all peer pressurey on the kid, he's like 12." Her friend speaks. He though is preoccupied with trying to take off the security detail from what I assume is a school computer. She sticks her tongue out in his direction but he doesn't bother to look at her. She turns back in my direction giggling. I swear everything about her is perfect. Like the woman on tv and in the movies. She has that look. And I know it because I've never seen anyone so perfect besides the actresses and singers on the screen.
"How old are you?"
"I am 12." I want to crawl into a hole as the words leave my mouth. I'm 12. 12. Not even a teenager.
     "Well isn't that cute?" I look at her, I cannot tell if she's kidding. She smiles at me and comes closer to me. She takes my hands. My heartbeat starts racing, what's happening?
     "I can officially say. You're in good hands." She smiles at me and I can't help smiling back. That smile. It's so perfect. "I'm officially making myself your mentor, got it?" I have lost the thought of words and can do nothing but nod. She's completely mesmerizing.
    "But, how old are you?" I choke without any ounce of confidence. She drops my hands, and my hands now feel the slightly cold air again.  She sits down and motions for me to sit down. I follow.
    "How old do you think I am?" I shrug on instinct. And I regret it. I don't know why I regret it but there's a little voice in my mind telling me that she's going to realize how lame I really am if I don't start speaking. "Well guess." She giggles again. Her friend tells her again to stop and I find myself wishing he would just leave.
    "You look-"
    "I look?" She cuts me off and when I look at her confused. Does she want me to answer or? But she just smiles confirming that she's simply just messing with me. She takes my hand again. And intertwines our fingers.
    "Listen young prodigy, you can trust me. I am your mentor after all. Stop being so nervous. I'm not judgy at all." Her friend throws in a laugh and mentally I want to flick him off. I don't. I look into her eyes and she continues smiling at me.
    "You look- I don't know. Sixteen?" Her smile grows bigger. I just continue looking at her, I have no idea if I'm right or wrong. I just know I have not seen her before in my life and she is picture perfect.
    "Well young one, I'm not 16. I don't know if I should be offended- are you calling me old?" My eyes widen, shoot. I pull my hand back without really meaning too and instantly start apologizing. And with the sorrys, I accidentally say,
    "Even if you were 16 you wouldn't be old still and who cares because you look beyond pretty." As soon as the words escape my mouth, I hear her friend laugh. And I want to crawl into a hole.
     I am so embarrassing. I look down. But not a second later I feel her warm hands on both of my cheeks. She pulls my head up and now I'm forced to look at her. She just keeps smiling at me.
"What's your name young one?"
"I'm Gabe."
"Well Gabe. You are one of the sweetest boys I have ever met. And ignore that idiot over there, she looks at her friend who has gone back to focusing on the computer, he doesn't have a girl-"
"Neither do I." I accidentally cut her off, speaking before thinking.
"Well just keep playing your cards right." She winks and lets go of my face. Instead her hands find mine again.
"So I'm Amy. And I'm 14. That's Jack." She points over at her friend but I focus on her. She's 14? Not much older than me. But gosh she looks like a model.
    "Hi Amy." She giggles and comes closer to me, we're still face to face and she says,
    "Hi Gabe."