The Bad Boy Know-It-All

What's Up, Captain? ✓

Gage

I have been so worried about Amelia. 

Morgan and her did not show up to school yesterday, and today marks the second day since the incident with Lauren happened.

 I wasn't sure that she would show up to school today, but I decided to look for her just in case. I headed over to her locker, and waited for her.

However, the bell for first period soon rang and I had to get to class. 

When I got there, I was stunned to see Amelia already sitting there. She must have gotten to class super early because not once this morning did I see her at her locker. 

Both of the seats next to her were taken, but the one behind her was open, so I just plopped down in the seat, ready to start talking. 

Before I started talking, Mrs. Smith started her lecture with a tired smile. 

Recently, the school has been looking into letting go of some teachers after a budget cut, and it was beginning to affect every teacher at this school.

I did not want to be rude and talk while the teacher was talking because Mrs. Smith does not deserve that, and she has been one of my main supporters since I began high school. She and my mother have actually been friends since they were still in school! 

As I was pondering off, I took the time to really look at Amelia. She looked very rugged and worn-down. Her posture was slouched, but she seemed tense the entire time. Now, this could be from anxiety as some of those things are actually very common symptoms, but I just wonder if there is more to it.

Throughout class, I would gently kick her chair trying to get her attention. The first time, she turned around and using my hands, I pulled my mouth into a big cheesy smile; that did not amuse her. She turned around, leaving me very confused. Normally, that would make her laugh, but she just seemed out of it. 

I was determined to get her to talk to me, so when Mrs. Smith said it was work time, I focused all of my time and energy into Amelia. 

I gently started rubbing her shoulders, knowing that she enjoys that after we took that nap together. 

She tensed rapidly, and then shrugged my hands off faster than I have ever seen anyone run to get their pasta on pasta Monday. 

Something was up. Amelia has never been in this mood before, and I want to know why my baby girl is feeling this way.

I then got the idea that maybe I should try talking to her, but I would have to do it silently since the wannabe populars are in this class and would tell Lauren that I was being sweet and kind to my baby girl.

 Even though, I warned Lauren about interfering there was some part of me that doubted just how much she would actually stay away.

With that in mind, I leaned over my desk and quietly whispered in Amelia's ears, "Babygirl, are you okay?"

I thought she would respond, but was I really surprised when she just shrugged? No. However, I was starting to get annoyed. A big part of me wanted to understand why she was hurting, and what I could do to help, but she wasn't letting me in, and that really stung.

I was about to say something else, but the bell rang and she bolted, leaving me with more questions than answers.

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-BRING-

The bell had rung for lunch, which means that I get an extra 30 minutes of trying to get Amelia to talk to me.