If I Told You, You'd Hate Me

act one, scene two

"You know, I was gonna go for one of those cheerleaders who hem their skirts higher than they need to be..."

"Or maybe one of the son of a bitches in p.e..."

"So I bet your wondering how I ended up choosing you, Samari?"

My eyes focused on the scissor blades, just inches from the fabric of my sweater.

Wren scared me. The crazed look in her eye triggered my hypothalamus like no other, and where fight or flight would be the essential options, too much energy was focused on what was about to unfold.

As I stood their frozen, my mind went back to that bleak day in 9th grade.

"Watch your fucking backs."

I thought about how everyone saw me hopelessly run after Theo, as he got in his car, and didn't even see me. His face was red, and flushed with tears, which made me break down since I couldn't do anything about it.

Sure it blew over a few weeks after the funeral, but I have no doubt that Wren would follow up on my association with him.

"Not really." I respond, voice shaky looking in her direction.

"I meant to give this back to you, y'know. I was here, like you. Preparing somethings, that you'll figure out soon enough." She said matter-a-factly.

Her hood covered up what looked like to be black hair now. I looked back downwards.

"I recognized it, and get this," she chuckled.

"Not from you wearingit, but from it being slung over on my couch when I came home, from camp." She dashed the scissors on a work table, and hurled the sweater at me.

My grips on the sweater was tight. It seemed to be the only response my nerves allowed.

"My parents weren't home, and all I can hear was the rocking of our bunk bed. To keep it PG13, cause y'know, they were 14, that's when my dead niece was being conceived."

My mouth almost dropped open. I bit my quivering lip back, and felt the stinging of tears. Wrens dark green eyes found mine.

"There's no point in crying. You didn't do it at her funeral. Instead, the waterworks came when Theo left." I shut my eyes. "Yeah, don't think I don't remember Vivian."

She started to pace, slowly. "So being that you had a history with him, bingo. I just had to do my research on you just to see what I can dig up. The girl that  transferred from the big city, and still humble as ever, with her genius like abilities. And I thought it was weird I mean, not even a face book account?"

"W-wren, I-"

"I'm not finished." She interrupts in a snarky, but scary tone.

"A few weeks ago I over heard the little phone call you and your mom had after you thought Mr. K was the only one left to leave."

"A nervous woman? I can certainly tell, and heard whyyy-"

"WREN PLEASE." I almost shout feeling hot tears cascade my cheeks.

"W-what do you want f-from me. No one can k-know, please." I manage to stifle out.

Flashbacks and repressed memories come crashing down on my brain, making my knees buckle. Everything I pushed down is coming back like up like a sour throw up.