The Story Of Us

Chapter 16

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Amy's POV

I done my best to hide what was going on inside my mind from my parents.  I could not let them find out what happened between Kyria and me. At this point I did not even know what I was  so scared of.  Was I scared of people finding out about she and I sleeping together or was it the fact I had recently realized I was in love with her? I had no clue, but there was really no point in worrying about anything because Kyria had made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing else to do with me. She had succeeded in what she set out to do and now here I was thinking about her like an idiot. 

Biting my lip hard I tried to focus more on my English test in front of me.  It was so hard. I could not comprehend one word on the paper. This was new for me.  No matter what I had been through in the past when it came to school I was always on my best game.

I sat my pencil down and buried my hands in my hair as I tried to calm down. Why could I not focus? Why could I not get over the Kyria disaster? She hated me and nothing I could do would change that.

No matter how I tried I couldn't understand what I had done to her that was so bad that she stopped being my friend all of those years ago and began to hate me.

I felt my hands start to tremble.  Puffing out my cheeks I did my best to control my breathing. 

I suddenly felt like I was going to faint. Everything became blurry and the room started to spin. I could not sit there any longer.

Not asking permission I yanked my backpack off of the old cracked linoleum floor and stumbled out of the classroom.  I ignored the yells of the teacher as she demanded  what I was doing and to come back. I couldn't sit in there anymore.  If I did I think I would have passed out. It was suffocating in there.

I made it as far as to the lockers before I stumbled against them. Still doing my best to control my breathing I sank down to sit on the floor. The cool metal against my back was somewhat comforting.

I don't know how long I sat there. Third period came and went, maybe even fourth.  Even when the hallway filled with people running back and forth laughing and yelling with their friends I did not move. I don't think I even blinked. I had no idea what was wrong with me, but it felt like I was paralyzed. People passed by me like flashes of a rainbow. Everything was in slow motion yet hazy.

Kyria hated me and wanted nothing else to do with me. I wanted to cry all over again, but no tears came. I could not believe I was being the typical girl that was having a mental meltdown because of someone she liked didn't like her back.

"Can you please move. I need to get in my locker."

Hearing that voice made my head snap up. The very person that had just been tearing through my mind was now standing directly in front of me. Instead of looking at me however she was just staring at the lockers above my head. So she did not even want to look at me. Only my idiotic self would pick the girl that hated me most locker to sit in front of.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was your locker."

She didn't give a reply just waited for me to move. I don't know how I got to my feet as fast I did, but I done it like a champ.   'Just fake being okay Amy. Don't let her see you in pain.  That's what she wants.'

Everything had been going as okay as it could be under the circumstances,  but then one of my feet decided to tangle with the other and I tripped. 

Maybe it was only out of pure reflex, but before I went sprawling into the busy hallway and was trampled by the stampede of students a long slender arm wrapped around my waist jerking me backwards into a hard chest.

It was hard for me to breathe.  The only thing I could hear was my own shallow breathing and the spicy scent that was Kyria.  I could feel her strong heart thundering against my back.  Why was it doing that? She couldn't be nervous could she?

Knitting my eyebrows together I slowly turned in her arms when she loosened her hold on me. She was now lightly touching my side. Even though I knew she hated me it was still nice to have her touching me only if it was just a small touch. How pathetic did that make me?

I was shocked to see that Kyria was staring at me. Nothing about her eyes shown malice that they had a couple of weeks ago. She was just staring at me blankly as if she was trying to figure something out.

I was surprised when words started to pour out of my mouth. It was like word vomit,  but in a way that was the good kind if that made sense,  which it probably didn't.

"I'm sorry for anything I done to you that caused you pain." My eyes dropped to her chest. I could not force myself to keep eye contact with her. I don't think anyone could win a staring game with her. Her stormy eyes were lethal.  "I know you hate me, but I just want to say that I am sorry for anything I done to you. We were best friends at one time and I know that doesn't matter to you now, but I don't want to leave things the way they are between us. I want to be able to come back and when we see each other we can smile and talk."

When her long fingers intertwined with mine I gasped and looked at our now tightly clasped hands. She was holding my hand. She was holding my hand! Why? I thought she hated me?

Looking back up at her she looked like she was about to cry. Kyria never showed emotion so openly.

As if reading my mind she pulled her black snapback over her eyes so that it shadowed them. I wanted to immediately pull it off, but I didn't. 

"Amy I don't hate you. I never did. What I said to you that day was total bullshit." She sighed. "I shouldn't have said it. I'm sorry I did. You are the one that should hate me. I left you when you needed me the most. I am so fucked up you have no idea. I know you probably don't believe me, but I hate myself for what I did to you. I have hated myself every single day since I left."

"Tell me why you did it then?" I did not care that we were standing in a hallway and anyone could walk passed and see us. Luckily for the both of us people had all rushed to their classes leaving the hallway pretty much deserted with the exception of the two of us.

Kyria took a small step closer to me. I had to strain my neck so I could be able to look at her still.

"I was stupid that's all I can say.  There's no excuse I could have that would make up for how shitty I have treated you. The best thing you can do for yourself is to just stay away from me. I constantly hurt you."

"I don't want to stay away from you. I want to understand you more. I want to be your friend Kyria.  I know that we won't ever be like how we used to be because things have happened and we grew up. That doesn't mean we can't be better than we used to be."

Kyria tightened her grip,  but then let go of me completely.  She stepped away.  The action made me suddenly feel cold. I wanted her pressing against me again.

"Amy it doesn't really matter. You are going to leave and you will forget about me and this place. Maybe that is for the best. All this place has done for you is hurt you." She looked like she was about to throw up. "I need to go. I will see you around maybe. "

With that she sprinted down the hallway.

I watched her go. Taking a deep breath I leaned back against the lockers. I couldn't explain it, but I felt a weight was just lifted off of me. Maybe I did have a reason to stay.

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