What We Were

Chapter 3: Part 1

I tried to talk to Noah at school every day, but the closer I got to talking with him, the further he pulled away from me. Days went by, and I still hadn’t spoken to him since Sylvester’s. I missed him so much! I hated what I had done to him, how I neglected my only true friend. And now that I realized how wrong I was, I needed a chance to not only tell him but show him. But everything I tried, I seemed to fail. I invited him to dinner, but he said that he had to study for finals that week and would probably be busy. I tried to offer to help study, but he, almost politely, declined. After about a week of completely ignoring me, he asked me what time it was in Math class, then nodded and turned away. That was now our relationship, having a casual conversation over what time it was or when homework was due. I was sure that he was no longer furious at me; it now became a sheer dislike. I decided I would have to think this out carefully so that I could talk to him. Then Friday I got an idea …

               -(Noah’s point of view)-

I was at football practice on Friday, even though it was cold as hell. Frost covered the field that I repeatedly ran across. Our practices were running into the night and I could just feel myself slipping in school. Basically these were my thoughts during practice:

 “Tests, Quizzes, Another lap, Science project due next Thursday, Calculus Test next Monday, Another lap, Student Council Bake sale on the 18th, three more laps. I might need to ask Jules for some help, she knows I can’t bake to save my…Wait. No I can’t ask Jules. I shouldn’t ask Jules. GOD! She just doesn’t get it. It’s not like I can just let things go back to normal! I want her, but if I can’t be with her like that, then I honestly don’t know if I can be with her at all. I feel so achy inside. Oh wait, maybe that’s the pasta I had for lunch. But god! Why does she have to flirt with such idiotic, douchebags? But anyway, I need to focus. Ok.  Laundry, Dishes, Did I mow the lawn? Good lord, dad’s going to be on my ass about that. I get paid on Saturday; I’ll need to pick up my paycheck. Sweat in my eyes! Sweat in my eyes! It F***ing Burns! Oh god, did I turn in the lab books to Mr. Lopez? God dammit its cold! But I’m still sweating like a pig! Oh man Sunday I have to babysit Emmy I forgot! I’ll bring over some of my old water guns and we’ll go at it in the yard! Kids like that shit right? Water guns? Ugh I don’t know, Ahhhhh I can’t feel my legs!”

After almost five hours of physical torture, we were let out. I quickly grabbed my bag and my towel.  As I tried to mop up my drenched face, and accepted a couple slaps on the back from the guys, I heard something. I think someone was trying to call for me, but I couldn’t hear aside from the annoying ringing in my ears.  I looked around and saw no one at first. But as I took another glance I saw a little figure in a black hoodie. My black hoodie. It waved to me and I slowly waved back as it got up and moved down the bleachers slowly with a bag in its hands. As it got closer to me I chuckled a little. It was a girl, long brown hair, small figure, little pink gloves, blue eyes, beautiful round baby face. Then I realized who it was…Oh Shit, Jules.