Falling This Hard

A Brokenness

The night after I left Kyle's house, was the worst and the most restless I had in my entire life. I tossed and turned in my bed the entire night, conjuring up a thousand scenarios and reasons in my mind as to why he totally shut me out. I thought of a million ways to tell him how sorry I was,  to beg him to tell me what had really happened.

So the next day I got up from bed, determined to coax the truth out of him. I had to take my bike today because I didn't have my own car and Kyle usually gave me a ride. After last night I didn't think he would pick me up. I could just call Irina or Alex, but one look at me and they'll know something is wrong. They'll keep badgering me until I tell them the truth. I didn't want that for Kyle. If he couldn't even tell me, chances are he didn't want anyone else to know about it. Not even Alex.

So with sweaty palms and a racing heart, I rode the bike to school. My palms already had crescent-shaped marks from the countless number of times I'd dug my nails into them.

Five minutes were left until the first bell and there was no sign of his car in the parking. I felt a heaviness crawl it's way into my stomach. For a second I thought I might throw up but then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Mel, what are you doing? You look like a creep just standing here and staring off like that into the distance." The sound of Alex's laughter filled the air. "Trust me"

He turned me around whilst laughing so I could face him. He halted when he saw my face. The carefree smile he had mere seconds ago was replaced with a deep frown etched onto his forehead.

"Whoa, what happened? You look like shit."

He always chose the worst moments to display his honesty.

"Thanks for the compliment Alex. You've really lifted my spirits." I drawled, sarcasm dripping from my tone. "Have you seen Kyle or talked to him since last night?"

His eyes narrowed a little and his lips curled into a frown. I just realized my brain stops working when I'm stressed.

"No, I was going to ask you the same thing since he hasn't picked up any of my calls since last night. He didn't turn up today, his car is nowhere in sight and you brought your bike. Am I the only one who sees a problem here?"

"I'm going to be late."

I turned to the direction of school and started to walk hastily towards the building. Alex caught up with me and tugged at my wrist.

"Hey! You're not getting out of this so easily. What happened? Why didn't he come to school?" His voice held an undertone of resolute, that I knew he wasn't going to let me off that easily.

"Do I look like I know of his whereabouts? What am I? his mom?" I snapped. My voice higher than I intended it to be. His eyes widened, and he held up his hands in surrender.

We reached the main entrance, and I rubbed the crease between my brows and let out a long sigh before turning to face him again.