It's been about a week since the incident with my dad. All week at school I avoided Richie. It was hard. I have no friends except the losers and because I was avoiding Richie I had to avoid them all. Damn they're always together. I wasn't sure why I was avoiding Rich. I guess I'm just embarrassed. No one as ever seen me like that before especially not a boy. It made me feel weak. I hated to feel weak. Richie's oversized Iron Maiden tee has been laying on my dresser for the last week. I need to bring it to him but I don't want to see him.
I pulled myself out of bed and put on my favorite pair of overalls, a white tee, and my favorite pair of vans. I dont want to do my hair so I just tied it back with a white ribbon. I grabbed the neatly folded tee from my dresser and snuck out the front door. I didn't bother riding my bike. It was nice day out. A walk would do me good. It was about 15 minuets but I finally make it to Richies. I walk up to the front door with full intention of knocking. Until I hear rock music coming from the garage. Must be him. (Imagine Calpurnia singing say it ain't so by weezer I put it at the top.) I hear singing too. Not bad. I make my way to the garage and peak my head in. There he is. Rich is sitting on a wooden crate playing his guitar and singing. His black curls bouncing up and down. I just stood and admired him. I was lost in my thoughts. I hadn't even noticed that he stopped playing and looked at me.
"Tempy?" That's what woke me.
"Uh hey Rich, I was just-"
"Just checking me out" he interrupted as he stood up and started to slowly walking over to me. That made me nervous.
"You caught me." I laughed "actually I was just dropping this off." I say handing the folded shirt to him. What's happening. I'm so nervous. Why is the strange curly headed boy driving me wild. He looks me up and down. I don't want to leave but that's the only thing I think to do. I turn around fast and start to walk away.
"Wait!" He calls chasing after me catching up and grabbing my wrist and turning me to face him. We were close. "Your eye looks better" he says rubbing his thumb across my cheek. I got goosebumps. Goosebumps in 85 degree weather. I look down so I don't have to look him in the eye. I felt weak.
"Rich I really gotta go." I say with a cracked voice. I start to walk away
"See you at school!" I wave then walk faster.
I get home walk straight to my room and throw myself on the bed. What is wrong with me. Why is it that one little encounter with Richie freaking Tozier killing me. It's all I can think about. It made me feel weak. I hated that.
