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Authors: Wendy L. Wilson
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been altered to twice their size. I stop and second think that. That’s not so bad after all. “Actually, I think I liked you better with the braces and flat chest. At least you weren’t afraid to let me touch you back then.”
“That’s because I trusted you!” she screams and I just know the entire camp ground heard her. “And look where that got me! The laughing stock of Rosemore High! I had to switch schools because of you or do you not remember that either! I had to move. My parents got divorced.”
I gasp, bringing my hand up to my mouth. I knew she moved and I knew she changed schools, but I’ve never understood it. How could it be because of me? To get away from me, I always assumed, but that always seemed so drastic. Her parent’s getting a divorce is new information, and I desperately need her to explain what I did to contribute to that.
“No, I didn’t know that or well, I knew you left, but I never understood why. Did you hate me that much? Why didn’t you just come scream at me back then or kick me in the nuts or pull my pants down in the cafeteria so everyone could make fun of me?” The corners of my mouth tick with a smile, hoping I can get a laugh out of her; I always could before.
Her voice softens, “I’m tired.” Dropping her hands, she walks past me and my first instinct is to grab her.
My hand rises and, it’s only centimeters away from touching her for the first time in forever, but I drop it to my side and speak, needing to reach her.
“Piper…please. Can we just talk?”
She turns and faces me and all that races through my mind is how bad I want to see her face; to see if this has made a dent; if we have possibly passed the threshold of anger and hate.
“Just leave me alone.”
She spins around, but this time I obey her request and watch her walk away.
HOW COULD I JUST WALK away like that? I didn’t even give him a chance! I lie in bed completely still and feel the mattress shift. Turning slightly, I see Abby get up and walk to the door.
“Where you going?” I whisper, but I already know.
She lets out a soft laugh and pulls the door open before slipping through. “Go back to bed.” She shuts the door quietly behind her. I really should have just given this bedroom to Hayden and her rather than thinking the girls would stay in here.
“Skylar,” I whisper shout into the darkness. No response. Hmmm.
Crushing my head back into the fluffy pillow, soft giggles reach my ears from the front room. I grab up a ball of fabric in my fist and pull the pillow out from under my head, shoving it on top to drown out the noise, or potentially suffocate myself in the process.
Inhaling a deep relaxing breath, I close my eyes again and try my best not to think of Evan; to not dwell on all the angry words we said earlier. Being mad at each other never used to be one of our strong suits; we would get in friendly little spats when we were younger, but his obnoxious smirk and charming wit would no doubt win me over with just a few smart aleck words he would throw together on a whim.
My eyes spring open at the sudden whine of the bedroom door, as though someone just came in. I loosen the weight of my hand from pushing the fabric over my ears and listen. Soft footsteps along with the quiet rustling of fabric rise into the air, letting me know Abby is retreating back to bed before things get too out of hand. Chris has been sleeping in the living area too, and Abby had just mentioned earlier how she would prefer not to have an audience when Hayden and her get frisky. Dropping my hand back over the pillow above my head, I resume my comfortable position curled up on my side with my knees bent and my hip, shoulder and head digging into the mattress.
“Piper, you awake?”
A wave of nausea rolls through me, making my whole body vibrate and chills to spiral down my spine. I know the voice, but nonetheless I become deadly still, fear of the past, of the unexpected…possibly even the
“That’s because I trusted you!” she screams and I just know the entire camp ground heard her. “And look where that got me! The laughing stock of Rosemore High! I had to switch schools because of you or do you not remember that either! I had to move. My parents got divorced.”
I gasp, bringing my hand up to my mouth. I knew she moved and I knew she changed schools, but I’ve never understood it. How could it be because of me? To get away from me, I always assumed, but that always seemed so drastic. Her parent’s getting a divorce is new information, and I desperately need her to explain what I did to contribute to that.
“No, I didn’t know that or well, I knew you left, but I never understood why. Did you hate me that much? Why didn’t you just come scream at me back then or kick me in the nuts or pull my pants down in the cafeteria so everyone could make fun of me?” The corners of my mouth tick with a smile, hoping I can get a laugh out of her; I always could before.
Her voice softens, “I’m tired.” Dropping her hands, she walks past me and my first instinct is to grab her.
My hand rises and, it’s only centimeters away from touching her for the first time in forever, but I drop it to my side and speak, needing to reach her.
“Piper…please. Can we just talk?”
She turns and faces me and all that races through my mind is how bad I want to see her face; to see if this has made a dent; if we have possibly passed the threshold of anger and hate.
“Just leave me alone.”
She spins around, but this time I obey her request and watch her walk away.
HOW COULD I JUST WALK away like that? I didn’t even give him a chance! I lie in bed completely still and feel the mattress shift. Turning slightly, I see Abby get up and walk to the door.
“Where you going?” I whisper, but I already know.
She lets out a soft laugh and pulls the door open before slipping through. “Go back to bed.” She shuts the door quietly behind her. I really should have just given this bedroom to Hayden and her rather than thinking the girls would stay in here.
“Skylar,” I whisper shout into the darkness. No response. Hmmm.
Crushing my head back into the fluffy pillow, soft giggles reach my ears from the front room. I grab up a ball of fabric in my fist and pull the pillow out from under my head, shoving it on top to drown out the noise, or potentially suffocate myself in the process.
Inhaling a deep relaxing breath, I close my eyes again and try my best not to think of Evan; to not dwell on all the angry words we said earlier. Being mad at each other never used to be one of our strong suits; we would get in friendly little spats when we were younger, but his obnoxious smirk and charming wit would no doubt win me over with just a few smart aleck words he would throw together on a whim.
My eyes spring open at the sudden whine of the bedroom door, as though someone just came in. I loosen the weight of my hand from pushing the fabric over my ears and listen. Soft footsteps along with the quiet rustling of fabric rise into the air, letting me know Abby is retreating back to bed before things get too out of hand. Chris has been sleeping in the living area too, and Abby had just mentioned earlier how she would prefer not to have an audience when Hayden and her get frisky. Dropping my hand back over the pillow above my head, I resume my comfortable position curled up on my side with my knees bent and my hip, shoulder and head digging into the mattress.
“Piper, you awake?”
A wave of nausea rolls through me, making my whole body vibrate and chills to spiral down my spine. I know the voice, but nonetheless I become deadly still, fear of the past, of the unexpected…possibly even the
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