The Class Game

Chapter 4-The Powerful Three Words

We respawned breathing heavy from all of the adrenaline. My heart raced, almost pounding out of my chest. He panted beside me, gasping for air. I looked over at him and grabbed his hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Yea. I'm just still not used to the dying part." I swallowed.

He laughed.

"I don't think I ever will. Ive gotten a-little used to it though." he smiled, squeezing my hand a little.

"What time is it?" I questioned.

"Six o' three." he answered.

"Man. This day went by to fast." I said shrugging and looking down. I didn't want this to end. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I didn't reject, I accepted. I cuddled up to him like a lost puppy begging for the love I knew I deserved and needed. Ofcourse, he gave me that love. The breeze blew through the trees once again and sent shivers up my spine. I shook. He rubbed my arm and then kissed me on my forehead as I leaned away. I smiled but the smile didn't reach my eyes. I could tell it concerned him.

"What's wrong?" he said looking up at me.

"Nothing." I said looking off at the sun going down slowly.

"Don't lie." he said seriously.

I looked over at his eyes. They were unlike ever before. Two golden pools of pride along with something else that lingered beneath. Loneliness perhaps? I just don't know.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" I asked sniffing as I held back a small sob.

He immediately turned away and stared off exactly where I had been watching. He bent his head down and held his temple.

"I just don't know what to do anymore." he said.

"Me either." I replied.

Although we had no idea what each others problem was, we both understood perfectly that we were just both fed up with it all. Every little thing ate at me deep down and I was just afraid to admit it. I knew he was the same.

"You can tell me." he said grabbing my hand. I held it once again. Our fingers intertwined perfectly. My hand fits perfectly in his like it is made for me.

"People get to me." I said. I could feel my bottom lip start to tremble. "They all say things about me that I just don't understand at all. They put me down and I just pretend it's okay and that it doesn't bother me. But you know what? It does bother me. It builds up and hurts beneath my skin."

"It builds up beneath that bulletproof skin, but one day one last thing is said and that one last bullet is fired at you causing you to crash over it all? I know." he said nodding. "I know that feeling way to well." he mumbled.

I couldn't hold back what I wanted to say. It slipped, untamed inside.

"How do you know the feeling when your the guy everyone wants? How do you know when your the popular king?" I questioned as a few tears escaped down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his finger.

"No no no baby. That is not at all how it is! Im just a really good looking nerd I guess." he said bringing a smile to my face as one more tear fell.

"Look, I don't care what they say. I know we just met today but I feel like I've known you for forever. Eternity! You have this effect on me and it's just unreal. We have each other now." he said as he grabbed both of my hands. He looked me in the eyes, as always.

"And nothing can change that."

I sniffed as the feeling for a sob faded away and the butterflies began to take flight in my stomach.