The Lies We Told On Thursday Nights

24. Thursday: Not Friends (Emery)

Hello! I know this isn't full edited, but I may not have time to update later so I am now!

SO, what Levi says in this chapter is almost word for word what a teacher said to a bunch of students who were sexually assulted. I'll put (!) before the almost exact words. This was after a girl was fingered and assulted.

It was horrible what the teacher at my school said, but she wasn't punished.

Emery

Thursday-1:28

I couldn't seem to focus. I was sitting on the bench in the courtyard at school. My eyes kept wandering, following people as they walked back and forth across the lawn.

I still had the feeling of James' hand on my ass and his sexual words.

I had to say something. I didn't want to go to the dean or anything, I didn't want to be a victim.

And I knew exactly who to talk to as the hazel haired football player sauntered across the lawn.

"Levi!" I hollered, a little too loud.

He must have been deep in thought because he jerked a bit, as if coming out of the thought. He looked directly around him, walking in circles like was chasing his tail. He didn't see me, in fact he looked around embarrassed. He continued walking. II was on the other side of the lawn, so instead of screaming his name and interrupting classes, I walked as fast as I could to catch up to him.

When I was a few feet away I called his name again.

He turned around. It was odd, he looked both shocked and uneasy.

I wasn't surprised though, why would he want to talk to me at school.

He steadily rose his eyes to face me. Holding my glare for a moment, I saw a glance of longing.

But then it vanished as he blinked the empty guilty feeling away.

"Hey," I greeted. "Where are you headed?"

He looked quickly at his watch and responded indifferently, "meeting with a teacher."

God he was making this difficult, "do you have a few? Could I walk with you?"

He nodded subtly and we began to walk.

I wasn't used to initiated such things at school, it felt weird.

But I knew he wouldn't mind, he seemed okay with things on Monday.

He was just playing cold because we were at school.

I hope he remembered our relationship, how much we got along. I hope he would listen to me.

"So," I hesitated. I hated asking for help. But I only found it just. "Last night, James, he slapped my..." I couldn't get the coldness in the boys voice out of my head. "My ass."

I hurriedly looked up at Levi, prepared to see some shock or anger, any morsel of emotion. It may sound stupid, but I wanted to see him worked up, like he would if a friend got hurt.

But he only had that idiotic indifferent look. "Ok."

Rage boiled within me, maybe it was my stomach eating itself. But nonetheless I was full of an emotion. I couldn't pinpoint it, it wasn't rage nor was it disappointment. I wasn't sure who the angry emotion was toward, the male population or just Levi.

"Levi," I said his name, slowly and desperately. I was having da ja vo, I remember last time I said his name like this I was pleading him to prove me wrong, prove he was a good guy.