Bits and Pieces

Henry & Stacey- Part Two

“Stacey!” He called after her. Henry knew it was useless. She was gone now, he had lost her. His car felt empty now, like she had brought a sort of part of himself. And now that part was gone. Henry could not believe it, but he missed Stacey. He felt a deep need that Stacey was a girl he’d have to work on in order to get what he wanted.

But this time, unlike of times, What Henry Yorke want was not the same.

**

Stacey held onto her books tighter. She was a senior now, but why did she feel like a freshman, walking the busy halls alone? She wonders If she is missing someone, someone who had driven her home once, many, many months ago. That had been the end of Junior year, when Henry was still underneath the seniors. Now that they were the eldest grade, Henry Yorke was the school’s leading playboy. He wasn’t perfect, though. Henry didn’t get good grades. He hadn’t given up on the drinking, he hadn’t give up on the women.

There was one thing he seemed to have given up, though.

And Stacey wasn’t sure how she felt about being the thing that Henry had given up.

She still saw him. He had a new girl every time, and Stacey wasn’t sure how he hadn’t cycled through all the girls in the school yet.

Stacey turned into the AP English 12 classroom, put her books on her desk, and finally sat down to rest.

*

He still thought of her incessantly. How this was possible? Henry thought to himself. He always got over crushes in the summer. Always.

So why was he still hooked on Stacey Jacobs?

Honestly, he wasn’t sure.  Stacey Jacobs was not anything extraordinary, in fact she was normal. Not too pretty, but she wasn’t ugly.

And then it hit him.

Stacey has thought.

Unlike any other girl Henry had ever been involved with Stacey had this capacity to not only think, but she uses it. Most girls that Henry knew were not like that. But Stacey Jacobs, Stacey Jacobs, she was something new.

She thought about everything that happened, she thought rationally about them. She had an opinions. She knew who should be president, she thought human testing was wrong, and she thought.

Henry bowed his head, holding his books. He bumped into someone, and without looking up said “Sorry.”

He moved forward, until a gentle hand stopped him.

“Henry?” It was a face full of thought, longing, and desprate want for knowledge.

He never felt such relief in his life, nothing had ever made him happier than the moment he first kissed Stacy Jacobs.

And nothing would ever make him feel so happy again. 

(Read this as a happy ending, like he gets to do it every day. :)