The Forbidden Bite

Chapter 25: Adolescence

The rest of the day went by extremely slow.  Richard avoided me at all times, and Jacelyn was there the whole day comforting me.  Daniel texted me a few times asking if I was okay, and that he would call me after school.  Being eighteen didn't feel different, but it is different.  No more excuses, everything becomes a huge responsibility.  Your no longer a kid, you can't blame your mistakes on being a kid.  No one else can either.  Adolescence is the age when your turning from a kid to an adult, physically and mentally.  Well, I crossed that line now.

"Are you okay?"  Jacelyn asked as we were sitting at lunch.  This is the fourth time she asked this question today.  I sighed and nodded.

"I'll be fine,"  I said for the hundredth time today.  I kept my hoodie up over my face hiding from the snarky comments that were thrown my way at lunch.  Jacelyn shot them daring looks, but they didn't care.  I shifted in my seat feeling very uncomfortable.  I looked over at a table filled with boys and girls they were just laughing.  They were throwing pieces of food at each other, and crying because of laughter.  They looked like normal 17 year old's enjoying there last year of high school.  Why couldn't I be like them?

If I was like them, I wouldn't have Daniel.  I wish there was a world where I could have both, sadly that's not reality.  The bell rang and Jacelyn waved good bye, as I stood up to throw out the remaining food on my tray.

"Hey, fag where's the boyfriend?"  Some jock mocked at me.  I rolled my eyes but apparently they didn't like that reaction.  As I tried to walk away, the person in the front threw there bowl of soup at my chest.  It splashed as the bowl clattered on the floor, and the last remaining kids in the cafeteria jumped.  From my neck to the bottom of my stomach was covered in chicken noodle soup.  They laughed at me and took a few pictures while I stood there in shock.

I ran off into the boy's bathroom in embarrassment, and I sat on a toilet.  I didn't feel like crying anymore.  I just sat on the toilet with my head in my hands trying to contemplate what to do.  I took my hoodie off because it was the most soaked, and my shirt was still pretty wet.  I left the stall and got some paper towels, and wiped down as much as possible.  Suddenly my phone started ringing and I realized it was Daniel.

"Hey, beautiful,"  I heard his soothing voice say.

"Hi, Daniel,"  I didn't want to sound sad because I didn't want him to worry.  I tried to sound happy, but nothing was happening.  I really did try.

"What's wrong?"  I could sense the worry in his voice.  I ran my hands through my hair staring at my wet shirt.  I don't know how to fix this. 

"Some stupid kid threw his soup on me.  My whole hoodie is soaked in the front and my shirt is really wet.  I can't walk into class like this, and I don't know how to fix it,"  I whined.  I felt bad to worry him with my problems when he was on vacation.  I knew he wanted me to.

"I'm sorry, I wish I was there.  I really wish I was there,"  A smile crossed my face, as I thought of the song "Wish You Were Here," by Avril Lavigne.  I giggled at the thought.

"What?" Daniel said through a laugh.

"Nothing important.  I have to go and fix this, I love you,"  I caught myself off guard.  We said I love you a bit but not all the time.  The most we ever have said it, is when we are having sex.  We say those words more then anything.  It rolled off my tongue so easily, and I started blushing.

"I love you to, beautiful,"  After that I heard the click on the other end saying that Daniel quit the call.  I sighed, already missing his voice soothing me when I need it.  I eventually took my hoodie and wrapped it around my waist/stomach trying to cover up the spot.  I headed to Spanish and I knew I was late.  I knew I couldn't skip.