Now That I've Found You...

NTFY (5)

It felt uncomfortable to walk through these halls again. Like the last semester wasn't a nightmare that I was forced to live through. Not to mention, I'm gonna have to see Marcus again. Honestly, I hope I don't. I hope he doesn't come to school today. Maybe that coma helped him realize that he can't have me; And he never will. I hope he just lets go of me and everything that we ever were.

"Get out of your thoughts and let me walk you to class." My rambling thoughts were interrupted by Bennie. How did he know I was deep in thought?

"How did you know I was deep in thought?" I repeated what I said in my head. He rolled his eyes.

"Ughh.. Babe how many times do we have to go over this? I know you, better than you even know yourself." He was right. "You make a certain face when you're deep in thought." he continued with this completely sexy confident grin .

"Yeah? What does it look like?" I asked curious. He mimicked my "deep thought face" as he calls it. Furrowing his eyebrows, the tip of his thumb in his mouth showing some teeth as he bit on it, while staring into space. I bursted with laughter at this. "That is NOT my 'deep thought face', in fact, I don't even have one." I denied.

"Fine. I'll take a picture of it next time." he declared.

"And don't we have the same first period class anyway?" I asked him as we walked through the halls. I looked back at all of the stares. Everyone, was looking at us. I figured it was because they heard about the 'little accident' between Marcus, Bennie and I. I heard so many whispers. Some, loud enough that I can hear: "That's them." I heard one girl say, looking at us. I figured Bennie noticed too because his grip on my waist got tight for a second. As we continue to walk through the halls, I see a group of people crying in front of a locker. I recognized two out of the group- Jenn and Cole. Jenn stood there crying into Cole's arms. I ran to them to see what happened to her, but before the words could come out, I had already found out my answer-

Marcus is dead.
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I woke up with the only headache. The lights were bright which just amplified the aching. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was in the Mrs. Birtchwa's office- the nurse. Apparently, I passed out. And Bennie carried me here.

"I had to practically kick that boy out of here. He did not budge until I threatened to call the AP." I let out a small laugh at this, that definitely sounds like my Bennie. "As a matter of fact let me call him now that you're awake so he won't die." she joked. I looked at her waiting for Mr.Peters to answer.

"Hey Ben. Could you put the other Ben on the phone?" She asked him. Yes, his name is Benjamin Peters, ironic huh.

"She's awake" I'm guessing she was telling Bennie.

"How are you feeling?" She now turned to me.

"My head hurts" I responded.

"Yeah, she's just fine just alittle headache thats all.... Yeah.. Come on down.. Alright. Okay see you." The call ended.

"That boy loves you." She said that and my eyebrow raised.

"How do you know?" I responded, eyebrow still up.

"They way he looks at you, when you smile, his smile is even bigger than before, how he almost had a nervous breakdown when you got hurt...yeah he really loves you." I was uncontrollably blushing and it was quite obvious.

"Speaking of the devil.." she announced as he ran into the office all out of breath. I was just sitting on the bed laughing. He immediately grabbed me into his chest. Oh how I love when he does that. Is it weird to say that he smells soo good. I mean its ridiculous! He smells like a lovely sweet freshness that I can't describe or put a name on. But I know the smell..

I hopped off of the bed after Mrs. Birtchwa did her final evaluation and Bennie and I walked to class.

"Babe?" I called for his attention. He raised an eyebrow, indicating that he was listening. "Why did I pass out?" I asked. When I woke up I didn't remember what happened right before I fainted.

"Marcus is dead." he stated with no emotion in his voice nor on his face. Just, blank.

"What?" I could feel the tears sitting right on my throat. What the hell is he talking about? "What do you mean he's... Wait, where are we going?!" I was now getting upset as he was pulling me; practically dragging me because I was trying to stop him so that he could explain.

"Look!" He stopped in his tracks pointing to a poster on a locker with flowers. I read and it said:

"IN LOVING MEMORY OF
MARCUS ANDREWS
October 26, 1997 - September 2, 2015
You will be truly missed.."

I froze. He's dead? No he can't be.. dead.

"Sammie?" His voice soft now.. WTF HE CAN'T BE DEAD! He was never supposed to die! How could this happen?! How did this happen?!

"SAMANTHA!" His voice now stern and his tone strong pulling me out of my trance. I looked down.

"This is all my fault." The words slid off of my tongue and barely made a sound.

"What?" He sounded irritated.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so harsh.. If I didn't shut him out of my life.. If I hadn't said that he was dead to me, maybe he would've still been alive. We should've talked instead of me going all ballistic on him. I killed him. Oh god I killed-"

"Its not your fault." He stopped me from rambling on. "Look at me. LOOK at me." He repeated when didn't turn around and look up at him. When I did, he gently took my face into his hands and starred into my soul. "It's not your fault." Then, I broke; bursted into tears.

"He shouldn't have died! It shouldn't have gone this far! I killed him! Even before he died, I killed him! I killed his heart, his soul. I killed his love! He shouldn't have died Bennie, he shouldn't have died." I just cried into his chest and we just stood there in that hallway. In front of that poster. And I just can't think straight. I can't understand why it had to have gone this far..
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Author's Note:
Yes. He's dead. I had too.. Love you guys!😘😂