Lost In A Memory (A Taylor Lautner Story)

Trying To Forget.....

Chapter 6- Trying To Forget...

            I groaned when the bell rang. It wasn't like I hadn't had enough problems in one day. God had to shove football practice on me too. That's was enough. I was skipping practice today. The coach would get mad later, but I'd never missed practice before, so he'd live.

            I stomped out to the bus, smiling in satisfaction as I realized I hadn't passed Shane, or any other football player, for that matter. All I wanted to do was sit on the bus and talk to... Kaylen. I gulped audibly when I realized that our relationship had changed. I had kissed her, and to say that it was a good thing was a lie. Well, even if it weren't, how would I know?

            I couldn't assess her reaction to the kiss, because she had walked away so quickly. But maybe that was a good thing. I was overreacting, as I often did when it came to girls. That was one of my few 'feminine traits' as my mom had explained one day. I smiled at the memory.

In all honesty, I did want to face Kaylen. I wanted her to see that I wasn't ashamed of us, of her. It made sense that she would think that, especially after word got around about my fight with Shane. Why would she think I wouldn't be like him? Why should I be any different?

She was different, and that is what made me so... attracted to her. She wasn't like any other girl, and that made her special.

I got on the bus with a fake smile and sat down towards the middle. Within a minute, Kaylen was there, sitting right next to me. So far, so good. I smiled at her. "I'm sorry."

            "For...?"

            "For kissing you. For not sitting with you at lunch. And for overreacting about... everything." I made my tone seem as though it were obvious she'd be mad. But she wasn't.

She laughed at me. "Why would I be mad about that?" She paused. "You mean the fight?"

            I nodded.

"That...was the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me." She said solemnly, grabbing my hand. "Seriously."

"So...you know what happened?"

            "Yea. It gets around." She smiled ruefully. When I didn't say anything, she pulled my face away from the window. "I'm not mad."

"But you should be. I'm just like Shane. I don't wanna be, but I've broken hearts. I've... crushed them." I said, cringing. It wasn't like I wanted to lose her, but I felt terrible about being like Shane. I loved him, but he was a jerk.

"I don't care." She said.

"Can't you even pretend to be mad?"

            "Why would I do that?" She said, a smile forming at the corner of her mouth. She sighed and started yelling, receiving a few looks. "I can't believe you would be like Shane! I can't believe it! Do you know how much I like you?! Do you understand how much this hurts me?!" She screamed.

I smiled, and then frowned when I realized that this conversation could have started just like that. "I'm sorry."

            "You are definitely forgiven." She said, smiling back. She pulled her hand away from mine. I turned to look at her and protest, but she actually had her hand inside her bag, searching. She finally pulled a rusty old key chain out of the bottom. "Remember this?"

The key chain shone in the sunlight. The blue faded ocean inside glowed more than before, and the little tiny sun in the background actually looked real. I smiled. This was a key chain that Kaylen and I had dug up on one of our camping trips, years ago. We had argued about who was going to keep it, because I'd thought it was the coolest thing in the world. I'd finally given up though, and let her take it home.