The Key to her Heart

Chapter Seven

After my long journey back to the other side of the building I begin to climb the stairs. I pass two boys who were talking about a game on Friday during the process. Wait . . . there's a game on Friday? How come I didn't know about it. When I'm finished climbing the stairs I pull out my phone and begin to text Rodgers.
Me: Do you know about a game on Friday??
Rodgers: I've heard about it.
He then sends another text.
Rodgers: It wasn't official.
Me: Who are we up against?
Rodgers: I don't know much about the details, I only know that it's supposed to be on Friday at six thirty.
Me: Why didn't you tell me?
Rodgers: Why does it matter if I told you or not, you know now don't you?
Me: Well yeah thanks to me over hearing a conversation to guys were having!
Rodgers: So why are you lashing out at me?
I begin to type my response when I heard a female call my name. Her voice sounded familiar. I turn around and see Emmie. She was jogging towards me with a paper in her hand.
"Hey, where are you going?" She asked when she approached me.
I look around, lost. I hadn't realized that I had passed up her Spanish Class.
"Um, I got distracted." I spat out.
"Okay." Emmie said. "Well, here's the Essay."
She handed me my Essay. I take it from her and smile as I put my phone in my pocket.
"Thank you." I say.
"You're welcome."
"Ah, here's your money, I don't have-"
She places a hand on my arm to stop me from pulling out my wallet.
"It's okay, I don't need the money." Emmie said.
"But we-"
"I know what we agreed on but sometimes what someone agrees on can change." Emmie said. "Keep the money, I'm serious."
"Okay." I said. "Thank you."
Emmie smiles and we stand in the hallway looking at each other for a good thirty seconds.
"Okay I've got to get back to class . . . see you around."
Emmie looked sad . . . like today was her last day to live or something. She begins to walk away but I grab her wrist and pull her towards me and I kiss her. Her lips were sweet and she tasted like a delicious cinnamon roll. She wasn't kissing me back at first but after a few seconds she gave in and started kissing me back. I didn't want her to pull away but she does and I become sad, but just a little bit.
"Happy?" I asked.
Emmie looks stunned. She wiped her lip and looked up at me.
"Um . . ."
She was lost for words.
"What was that for?" She asked.
"It was my apology for not noticing you back in middle school." I reply.
"You didn't have to-"
"But I wanted to." I cut her off.
She slowly starts to grow happy.
"Thank you." She says. ". . . That was your payment for me writing that."
She's pointing at the Essay in my hand. I smile.
"Cool." I said.
Emmie bites her lip and takes a step back. She hesitates before she comes back to me and grabs my neck and kisses me again. When she pulls away she starts breathing hard.
"That was amazing." Emmie mumbles.
"Aren't you cheating?" I asked when I remember she is mentally taken by some singer.
Emmie frowned.
"Cheating on who?" She asked.
"That band member you were dating."
"Oh that's not a real relationship." Emmie said.
"But you're mind is real therefore the rel-"
"Don't use my words against me." Emmie snaps.
I laugh. When she lets go of my neck she starts to walk away.
"Well you're the one I can actually touch rather than reaching for my screen hoping my idol will magically appear beside me." She said before turning around.
"Hey!" I call.
She stops walking almost immediately and turns around.
"Hm?" She says.
"Are we friends?" I asked.
Emmie shrugs.
"Maybe." She said, leaving me hanging.
I smile as I watch her go back into her class.

When lunch was over I headed to the library for study hall. The fact that I had kissed Emmie was still in my head. Questions would distract me and I would bump into people on the way to the library because I was daydreaming about her. I would picture Emmie and I getting married, having kids together, getting a house together and me treating her like a queen and with me daydreaming about things like that made me ask myself . . . did I like Emmie? Did I fall in love with her because I kissed her?
Why am I just noticing her now? We went to the same middle school? I was lost in my feelings and thoughts and let's just say it isn't fun. When I entered the library I had stumbled over the carpet by the door. I look at the carpet like it had insulted me. I hear a girl chuckle a little.
"Are you going to sue the carpet now?" The girl asked.
I turned around and saw Rodgers ex-girlfriend (FYI they dated in seventh grade and broke up halfway through their freshman year), Kayla standing behind the counter, stacking papers of various colors, white, neon green, pink, yellow, and so on. She was wearing a neon yellow crop-top with the words 'Baddest Bitch' written across her chest in huge white letters.
"Kayla." I say. "What are you doing here?"
Kayla was a 'cool girl' and was never caught in the library (she barley even held the book we were supposed to be reading in English class). Kayla sighed.
"In school suspension." she said, blandly.
"Why, whatcha do?" I asked, frowning.
"I had to show a bitch who's boss!" Kayla snapped.
"Okay, chihuahua, calm down." I say. "What did she do? And who?"
"This hoe named Elizabeth going around saying that I lost my virginity at the age of five and that my dad gave me up for adoption!" Kayla replies, the words flying out her mouth sixty-five miles per hour. "Oh and she goin around saying that I got STDS and I screwed that hottie Jeremy . . . he moved schools last semester."
Then she grabbed a paper clip from a tiny little container that sat in front of her and bent it, the sharp part out and threw it at me.
"Ay! Calm the fuck down!" I yell, dodging the tiny thing.
I'm assuming it's payback from me calling her a chihuahua, she hated being called that because she's a small girl.
"You lucky it was a fucking paper clip wimp!" Kayla said.
"Are you still talking to this Jeremy?" I asked.
"Still? I never got a chance to talk to him, I think I was playing the 'hard to get' game a little too hard." Kayla said.
I was quiet for a moment and that's when I saw her lip gloss glistening in the light provided from the ceiling and I noticed that she had huge golden hoops in her ears.
"What! Why you checking me out, nasty!" Kayla said, her lips poked out disgusted and eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Shut up, you know you want this." I said, rubbing my abs through my shirt.
I had a smile plastered on my face as I start to walk away.
"What?!" She yelled.
I didn't answer.
"Uh-uh! You better answer me boy!" Kayla said.
A second later I felt a weird feeling on my back. It tickled a little but it hurts more than it tickled.
"Ow, bitch!" I yell.
The entire library looks at us.
"Quiet you two." A nerdy boy in khakis and a red collared shirt said.
He had blue glasses on and was reading some weird space comic book.
"Shut the fuck up." Kayla snaps. "Mind your business alien boy."
"Hey there's no need to be mean." I say with a smile on my face.
Kayla looked at me and rolled her big dark brown eyes. She started to walk away, her hips swaying harshly in her ripped black jeans. She returned to her spot behind the counter and started stacking another set of papers, this time the papers were white.
"Damn that's a nice booty." I tease.
"Shut up, Alex!" Kayla shouts, throwing an unsharpened pencil at me, her Mexican accent loud and clear. 
I dodge the pencil and that's when Ms. Harper, the schools dean, comes out the back door her eyes bucked.
"Oh so we throwing pencils now?" She asked.
Kayla turned to look at Ms. Harper.
"No I was-"
"So you saying what I saw wasn't real?" Ms. Harper snapped.
Yikes! I feel bad for Kayla. But right now it's everyman for himself so I turn on my heels and start to walk further into the library.
"Young man!" Ms. Harper yells.
"Shut up people!" The nerdy boy yells.
Ms. Harper looks at the boy.
"Who you talking to?" She asked quickly.
The boy winced at Ms. Harpers voice. She asked the question so fast I thought she was starting to gain a little bit of The Flash's powers.
"Sorry Ms. Harper." The boy mumbled.
Ms. Harper rolled her eyes and looked at me. Oh-no, Kayla has snitched on me. 'Snitch!' I say to her in my mind . . . if only telepathy was real.
"Hand me that pencil sir." She said, pointing at the pencil.
I slowly walk to the pencil that laid a few feet in front of me. I pick it up and hand it to her. I was nervous and I was starting to get hot.
"Thank you." She said.
We both turned around and minded our own business. I was relieved that Kayla didn't snitch on me. I walk over to a computer in the corner of the library. It kind of looked like it was an abandoned computer but it wasn't, I had no idea why it was here, exiled away from the other computers. I didn't mind it because it gives me some time to be alone and being alone can help me calm down . . . sometimes.
I sit down in front of the computer and sat my backpack down beside me. The screen was black, giving me my charming reflection. I smile at my reflection before turning on the computer. I didn't have homework . . . (yet) so I was just going to check out some hot girls on google. While I wait for the computer to turn on some jock who looked like he had just failed his math test comes up to me.
"Ay, yo, yo, yo!"
He was really loud and annoying. He wore a dark blue and yellow muscle shirt and a pair of ripped jean shorts. He sat down in the chair that mysteriously appeared across the circular table the computer sat on. I just look at the guy. He was smiling from ear to ear.
"You going to the game on Friday?" He asked.
His voice was verrry annoying and I hated it so I was trying to think of a way to have a very short conversation with this dude.
"Uh, I guess." I say.
"You guess?" He asked.
I nod.
"What do you mean you guess?"
He was still smiling from ear to ear and at this point I was wondering when his cheeks were going to start hurting.
"I don't know." I say.
"Oh is it because you got a hot date to get freaky with?"
I don't even know this boy but apparently he knew me.
"That's none of your business." I said defensively.
I don't have a date I'm going to get freaky with, I haven't had one since . . . last Friday and it's felt like an eternity since I saw her. You see unlike Rodgers when I get a girl I tend to stay with them for a month and then that's when I break up with them because I've found someone new.
"So you do!"
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"Names Deak." He said popping his shirt like he was some type of cool player.
Deak. I've never heard of that name in my life! I've heard of Dean, but not Deak.
"Okay . . . Deak I never said yes or no." I said.
"You said it was none of my business so that means you do." Deak said. "It's alright it's nothing to be ashamed of it's something you should be proud of, I mean if we're being honest I just came from getting freaky in the bathroom."
He said that last part without any shame. He didn't even try to whisper it. I hope he realized that he said that at school . . . where teachers were around.
"That's . . ." I pause, not sure what to say.
"Freaking amazing!" Deak said. "I mean I'm still aroused, the girl did me good!"
Okay!
"TMI!" I quickly state.
He was now looking down at his crotch area checking himself out. Wow . . . this guy has no shame whatsoever. I mean who has this much self esteem, besides me . . . when I'm alone and the mood is right.
"To answer your question-"
"I asked you a question?" Deak asked.
Oh my god! Is this dude serious?
"Yes!" I kind of hiss. "If there is a game on Friday I will be there."
"Niiicce man." Deal said. "See you there?"
Deak got up and looked at me, his finger pointed at me.
"Yep." I say regretfully, as I lay on my head on the table.
I really wish I hadn't said that.
"Cool!"
Deak came over to me to beat my back. When he walked away I sat up and rubbed my back. The guy is heavy handed and honestly I thought he was going to break my spine.