In The Long Run

In The Long Run (3)

"Okay Jamie, just breath. You can do this. She won't kill you. I'm pretty sure she won't kill you." I chanted to myself when I walked down the school hall to my locker. O shit! There she was, standing right there by my locker. You could spot that red ball of curls a mile away. Apparently, she spotted me as well and revealed her railway track of teeth.

"Hey Curls, I see you got your braces."

"Yeah, they look nerdy huh?"

"Nah, I actually think they look pretty good."

"Thanks, I was worried that they'd make me look even dorkier."

"Nope, they look great."

She just smiled self-consciously as I put my bag in my locker. When I turned to her, it felt like someone dropped a brick in my stomach. I felt so heavy all of the sudden. I tried taking deep breaths, but every one wheezed its way out of my lungs. Curly looked at me like I was catching fire.

"Jamie? Are you okay? You don't look very good."

"I - I feel a little woozy."

"It must be the nerves. I heard that trigonometry test is really hard."

"Yeah, it must be the test." I gripped my locker, before I lost my balance.

"You didn't study did you?"

"No, I didn't even open a book."

"I'm sure they'll give you a second chance if you fail."

"Yeah, second chance."

"Why are you talking like that? Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the nurse?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, don't worry." I was feeling better. After a deep breath, I tried again.

"Look, Curls, I really need to talk to you."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

Before I could open my mouth, the bell rang and everyone started heading to class. Curly sighed and got her books out of her locker.

"Sorry Jamie. It looks like we'll have to talk later."

"Okay."

She disappeared in the crowd and I wanted to do the same. My first class was English. An easy class. Thank goodness. I sat down pretty close to the front. I was looking at a poster next to the door when I saw someone come in. I shuddered when I saw him. Dean Reynolds. One of the biggest psychopaths I'd ever met. He bullied me straight through middle school, made my life hell, until Wayne stood up to him for me one day. Oh no, I don't want to remember that day. That was worse than any nightmare I could ever have.

Wayne still has a scar from that day. I remember how we sat in the doctor's office to get the splinters removed and to get a few stitches.

Dean came into my English class, smiled at me and took the seat next to mine. My throat tightened instinctively when he was that close to me. I was the first girl that he ever attacked, but I wasn't the last. A month or two after he attacked me, he apparently got into another two fights and physically abused his girlfriend. I can't believe she was dumb enough to date him in the first place. They expelled him and I never felt so relieved in my life. Now he was sitting next to me in English. I stared out in front of me, trying to avoid his gaze at all costs. He leaned over to my desk.

"So, when's the due date?"

I almost wrenched my neck when I looked at him. "What are you talking about?"

He laughed. "Oh Jamie . . . I know. I can see it in your eyes when you look at each other. I know you two did it and I know your boy's not smart enough to use protection, so . . ."

"It's not his fault." I snapped.

"Oh, so it's your fault?"

"Shut up! How do you know anyway?"

"I didn't know, you just told me." He laughed his evil villainous laugh and turned to the front of the class. My eyes widened and I knew I just made my life sixteen times harder than it already is. I could feel myself turning pale and I could feel something rise up in my throat. I was going to blow any second. Before Mrs. Roberts could say anything, I was up and sprinting to the nearest bathroom. The door slammed shut behind me, but my focus was on the nearest cubicle. I fell down in front of it and just let everything out. It was disgusting. I haven't thrown up like this in about seven years, maybe even longer. I grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped my mouth when I was done, flushing the toilet in the process. I rinsed my mouth out in the sink, feeling really disgusting. The cool water ran over my hands that I left dangling in the sink, kind of calming me down. I looked up into the mirror and just stared at myself. My hair was messy and I looked really tired, which only added to my bad mood. I wasn't going back to class, at least not yet. I just needed a few minute's to get my bearings straight, then I might go back, or just go home. I sighed loudly to myself. I can't believe Dean knows. It wasn't Wayne's fault. I knew if he'd known what would happen, he would've used a condom or something, but it just happened. It's not like we planned it. I gritted my teeth and grabbed onto the sides of the sink to keep myself calm. Dean just pisses me off so much I... I don't even want to think about it. I just hate him.

The bell rings and I know I should go get my bag, but I stand for two more seconds. When the bathroom door opens and a few people step in, I let go of the sink and leave, walking back to class for my bag. I really hope Dean isn't still there. When I walk in, everybody but the teacher is gone, so I smile slightly, grab my bag and walk to the next class, hoping with all my heart that Dean could just disappear. Forever.

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