My legs don't pump fast enough
Chasing at night
Ensnared by your weeds
Planted by the seeds
Of indifference
Did you really think
You could pretend forever?
Recklessly launching
As you're chased down
Choking on your frown
Bittersweet symphony to my ears
We met at universe's end
Thought you were escaping
But I was there waiting
Trying to flee
It causes me glee
To see you waste your time
Running into the grime
I'll be waiting
Never leaving
Never free
See?
I'm you
Boo
--The song Running, lyrics by Orion Bauwens
I don't see Orion for a week. He's not in gym class, and he's not at lunch. Not seeing him at lunch is one thing; I came to find out that during my lunch he has a study hall, which means you can get passes to go to the library, a classroom, or the computer center (or in his case, a pass to ditch). But gym class? That's a class. You can't just ditch class for a week without severe consequences.
When I do finally see him he's on my front porch. It's after school, late, the sun having gone to sleep hours ago. I'm very confused.
"Orion, what--"
He sucker punches me. I shout. Before I can do anything else he pulls me outside, shuts the door behind us, and drags me down the steps. He doesn't stop until we're in the patch of grass on the other side of the sidewalk by the street. Then he roughly shoves me away from him, balling his hands into fists.
"What the fuck was that for, Orion?"
"What the fuck was that for?" he shouts back at me. "What the fuck was that for?! My girlfriend is dead barely a month and you kiss me? You--kiss me?!"
"I'm sorry," I tell him honestly as my cheek stings. He has a nasty left hook, that's for sure.
"Why?" he rants at me. "Didja think it'd be funny?! Didja just wanna see me squirm?"
I'm shocked. "Orion, I would never--"
"Didja think it'd be fun to toy with my emotions?! Like I'm not going through enough fucking shit already?!"
"No!"
Orion rushes over and grabs me by the collar, shaking me. "Then why did you kiss me?!"
"Because I have a crush on you!"
Orion immediately lets go of me and reels back, looking stunned. For a second we just stare at each other. Then he purses his lips, grabs me by arm again, and drags me into the back yard. When we get by the huge oak tree, I yank myself free and glare. He leans against the tree, taking out his cigarettes, and lights one.
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