The art of being alone

Chapter 3

We stay there. Staring at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. But no one does, stuck in this moment in time. Eventually I'm the one who breaks the grasp, " Please let g....go of my wrist" my voice wavers on the word " go " as if I really don't want him to be farther from my side then he has to, but he lets go. Not hearing the real voice inside pleading for him to grab my wrist tighter and pull me closer.

The moment has come and gone, yet we both seemed to miss it. " sorry " is all he says as he goes back to whatever we were doing before. While I'm standing there awestruck.

Apparently our encounter hasn't had as much of an affect on him as his did on me." Shut up. What were you thinking? He probably does that to girls all the time." I tell myself inside my head. "Nothing special" I repeat this, but this time I don't believe it as much as I used too.

                                                                Isaac

She pulled away from me. I knew I couldn't make things perfectly fine between us, but I was hoping I could at least make them better. Though I'm pretty sure I only made them worse.

Why? Why her? Why not one of the cute blonde cheerleaders that was trying to talk to me while I was at my locker? It doesn't make sense. I have always been into the girls who had no place to go so I was there. Desperate girls were often easier then the ones who acted like they expected more from you. The ones who expected you to be on time and bring them gifts on valentines and all that crap.

But her, Janice was different. She wasn't desperate. She had her boundaries, ones that I didn't want to cross again. That's why I let go of her wrist.

Yet at the same time Janice was guarded, she wasn't demanding. She wouldn't expect gifts or remembrance of your one week anniversary.No. Janice would be the one who forgot all the dates and didn't bother getting you a gift because if you didn't love her without any of that, then she would walk out on you and slam the door in your face.

That's the girl I want. I want independent, non clingy, beautiful, Janice Marloe.

                                                                Janice

I shiver. The sudden loneliness hits me like a rock. Never before have I felt alone. I've always been at peace in my own mind and not caring about really anything else that goes on a round it. Until he came.

Why did he have to ruin it?! It was simple and maybe even happy being completely ALONE! But no, he didn't care. Instead he breaks all my walls that I've taken so long to build up, he made me have feelings for him in a way that I've never done before.

I want to scream and cry and shout at him to go away but to also come closer. I want his presence near me and at the same time as far away as possible. I didn't know what I want, he is different. He tried to fix it. So let him. Without thinking I walk up to him,tap him on the shoulder and look him in the eye " You want to make things better?" I ask. He slowly nods, " Then please tell me how you plan to do that?". He swallows, choosing his words carefully. " I...I wanted to ask you out maybe? Would you?" I take an inhale of breath and try to soften my gaze just a little bit, " Yes. I would like that." is all I can manage to say.