Stay til Morning

To Wake Up in your Arms

        First I would like to say, sorry for a late update (Well, its late in my eyes). All this time I would get frustrated with authors for late updates when they say their "busy," but really if I don't take the time out to write the story, I truly run out of time. So I am learning but bear with me. How everyone like the story so far?!?!? 

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Oh English, oh English, I hate you. Usually I just go to class, listen, and write down the homework. But today, I made a guy pass out in the hallway and left him....So Jane Austen wasn't on my mind.

I mean, what kind of person just leaves a guy there?! He could have been seriously hurt, and he will be even worse hurt if he has to get up and get himself to the nurse. I let my mind swirl off and cringed every time I thought of a new scenario.

Our class was sectioned off with group tables for reading projects, or other work. Sadly, I sat at the nerd table because although no one said it, no one wanted to sit with the black girl who could possibly be a weed seller. Nelson, who is adorably quirky and really clumsy, tapped me on the shoulder in about the middle of class. 

        "Ummmmm Luna, hey we have to do this before the end of class. You ok?" he said, obviously worried. Oh Nelson. 

        "Yea I know, I'm just worried about this guy I hurt in the hallway, I don't want to be in trouble and I'm really nervous." I told him

        "Just go and check if he's alright. It isn't like you not to do your work. Prove to all these bitches what your made of!" He said putting his bony hand into the hair. I laughed, his cute nerdy smile of proudness because he said bitch was just too adorable. 

But he was right, I do my work, and this guy was eating me up inside, and I don't even know him, nor have I ever seen him before. 

        "Mr.Stanley? Can I go to the restroom?" I said, already out of my seat. 

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Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. What the FUCK. Jesus. I'm here, on this cold hallway floor, my side hurting so much I can barely move. I'm scared out of my mind, I mean, am I in a dream? Am I dying? What happened? All I know is that I can think is I can't sneak into my house with a hurt side. 

After about 5 minutes of trying to move, I begin to go out of panic mode and think. Who did this? I couldn't have possibly hurt myself in a hallway. Suddenly I remember this girl, and I was running to  science, and she was jumping all around the hallway and next thing I knew I was on the ground.  

Oh shit, I heard running footsteps this way but I couldn't possibly get up. If it was a teacher, I was screwed, a student: screwed, faculty: SCREWED. 

Whomever it was was definitely running...And damn it was fast. 

        "Oh Jesus, are you okay? Ok before you say anything, I am so sorry. Please do not tell anyone just let me get you to the nurse. Can we make up a story? I just can't get into trouble. I have dance and...Dance! That's why I hit you. I really am sorry. Jeez ok I'm sorr-"

Wow. She's pretty. I mean she's still rambling, but the light from the window was lighting her caramel skin on fire, and those brown eyes....Wow. She's pretty. No, gorgeous.

        "Calm the hell down" I just needed her to help me up then forget I existed. I did NOT have time to make any sort of 'Sorry-I-Hit-You-Friends' at this point. I needed numbs so I could go to work, and she obviously wasn't who was going to give it to me.

        "Right. Calm. Ok. You need a nurse." She said in this high pitched voice. She is in a serious panic. Why? I'm fine. But I wasn't going to show her any emotion. It was her fault anyway. 

        "I can't move. Help me up. The nurse is down the hall." I said, trying to make her focus. 

She could tell I was purposely trying to evade any type of conversation, so I'm guessing that's why she just hauled my ass up, like the strongest girl I had ever seen. I mean, I am no light weight. I have been climbing up windows, fixing things at my house, carrying my dad upstairs, I had muscle mass. I was like putty in her hands. 

And she basically threw me arms across her shoulders and didn't say a word. I guess she wanted to be as blank as me, which was working, so we just struggled in silence to the nurse's office.

As we got into the nurse's office, she knocked on the door, and as soon the nurse came out i started explaining, 1.) to save her ass and 2) because I wanted her to leave

But I noticed as i was saying some complete lie, the nurse just kept staring at the girl. Of course, the girl pretended it wasn't happening but I noticed.

        "Sorry, what did you say?" she said still staring at this girl like she was Adolf. 

        "I hurt my side." Jesus woman, listen!

        "Oh well come in," she said as she hoisted me up on her shoulders, straining from the weight, nothing like the girl. But as soon as I came in-

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As soon as he went in she closed the door in my face. I almost had the nerve to cry. I was one of the only black kids in the grade, and she had stared at me like.....Like I was nothing. I took my time composing myself upon the empty hallways, when I heard the bell ring.

I quickly grabbed my books from English, and took the paper off my desk to finish in 2nd period and slip on his desk. I didn't want to explain to him, not after I did all that just to be embarrassed. He hadn't asked me for my name, he just had a hard look on his face the whole time. Whatever. 

Just get through today Lu. Come on. 

Walking down the steps at the end of the day, the golden sun warmed me walking out. I knew Jared would take forever to change into his dance clothes, not following my advice about wearing them under your clothes to school. 

I took a left and sat at the green bench on the side of the building as always. Usually I listen to music but...Gosh something awesome had happened today. I had talked to someone other than Jared, I had something happen. It was a nice feeling to know life could be spontaneous. And going to dance was going to make that better.

        "Hi sweetie. Hope dance was good." Ha, I almost had to chuckle at the fact that she didn't even ask how it was. She didn't even know how I got home. 

        "Yea." I said. I was tired, and sweaty, and I still had homework. But my mom wouldn't know that.

I dragged up the marble white steps and into my bedroom striping of my clothes to take an hour long shower. Screw homework anyway. I turned my light out, knowing when me and my mom actually talked, she always complained about the electricity bill. 

This guy was on my mind anyway. I know he was confused about the way the nurse was looking at me, and why I was strong and I wish i could tell him. I wanted him to know stuff about me, maybe because no one else did, or maybe because...Well I don't know

Reaching the sheets, in my sweats and t-shirt, I pulled my comforter feeling the warmth wrap me. And it didn't take me long to go to sleep. 

Waking up to the sun pouring through my window, I felt so comfortable in my sheets, with arms wrapped around me....WAIT WHAT.