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will.” My throat
sounds clogged, like I just sucked down a jar full of honey.
Mrs. Gephart smiles. “Good. I’ll let the rest
of your teachers know you went home early.”
“Thank you.” I turn to leave and I stop when
Mrs. Gephart speaks. “Oh and honey, whoever he is, he’s not worth
your time.”
I nod and walk out of the office.
At my locker I remove the books I need to
take home and Mrs. Gephart’s last comment is still ringing in my
ears. Am I that obvious? Do I have the words ‘boy problems’
scribbled all over my face? If Mrs. Gephart has noticed, why hasn’t
Rosa? Or my mom? Or anyone else for that matter.
It’s the middle of seventh period and the
hall is abandoned. I’m glad. I don’t want to see anyone when I’m
looking so disheveled and I don’t want to answer any questions if
somebody asks me one.
My books thud as I continue stacking them on
top of one another and suddenly, I feel like I’m not alone. I stand
slowly and look over my shoulder and Henry is across from me at his
locker, propped up against it. “Where are you going?” he asks.
I ignore him and pick my books up off the
floor.
When I start walking he follows me down the
hall. “Riley, where are you going?”
Even though I want to answer him, I don’t. I
hum quietly, trying to drown out the sound of his voice. “Riley, if
this is about this morning, I’m sorry, but you—you know I
can’t…”
And then I snap. I’m wild, crazy and full of
emotion and I don’t care. I throw my books down and shove him.
“It’s not about this morning, it’s about, you! You’re so selfish!
And mean! Do you even know how I feel? Do you even care? Do you
know what it feels like to always come second? Do you know what
it’s like for me to watch you with her, her! Do you know what it’s
like when the one person you care about the most in the world
doesn’t acknowledge you? Or keeps you a secret. Do you know what
it’s like to feel like you’re being ripped in half? Well, do
you?”
Henry’s eyes are wide. He raises his hands.
“Calm down, Riley, please.” He touches my cheek and the warmth from
his touch spreads through my entire body. “You don’t
understand.”
I corner him and dig my finger into his chest
and push my words out, even though I’m fighting the half of me
that’s screaming touch me, infect me, love me. “I do understand!” I
shout. “Don’t tell me what to do. You’re always telling me what to
do and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of hiding! I’m tired of being
your little play thing!”
I reach out to him, but I notice my trembling
fingers and decide against touching him again. One more touch and
it might be my undoing and so far, I’m holding my own.
His hand inches toward mine. His fingers are
needy. “Riley, you know how I feel. You are not and never will be
my play thing. You have my heart.”
I pull away from him, backing up. “No I
don’t. I can’t tell if you really feel that way or you’re just
feeding me load of crap so that I’ll do whatever you want. And I’m
sorry Henry, but I can’t do or be who you want anymore.”
“What are you saying?” There’s shock and
panic in his voice.
“Riley, wait. Come back, please,” he begs.
“Let’s talk about it. I’ll end it with Callie I promise.”
The tears sting my cheeks. He’s still behind
me, following me. I swallow hard. “Leave me alone, Henry.” I do my
best to put up a cold front.
“Riley, you can’t do this to me. You’re
killing me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.”
He’s lying. Messing with my head. Fucking
with my emotions.
I run out the back exit doors, glancing over
my shoulder as Henry stops at the steps. “Riley, please! You know
you don’t want to do this!”
He’s right; I don’t want to do this. I feel
like I’m losing a part of myself as I run away from him. More than
that, I feel like my
sounds clogged, like I just sucked down a jar full of honey.
Mrs. Gephart smiles. “Good. I’ll let the rest
of your teachers know you went home early.”
“Thank you.” I turn to leave and I stop when
Mrs. Gephart speaks. “Oh and honey, whoever he is, he’s not worth
your time.”
I nod and walk out of the office.
At my locker I remove the books I need to
take home and Mrs. Gephart’s last comment is still ringing in my
ears. Am I that obvious? Do I have the words ‘boy problems’
scribbled all over my face? If Mrs. Gephart has noticed, why hasn’t
Rosa? Or my mom? Or anyone else for that matter.
It’s the middle of seventh period and the
hall is abandoned. I’m glad. I don’t want to see anyone when I’m
looking so disheveled and I don’t want to answer any questions if
somebody asks me one.
My books thud as I continue stacking them on
top of one another and suddenly, I feel like I’m not alone. I stand
slowly and look over my shoulder and Henry is across from me at his
locker, propped up against it. “Where are you going?” he asks.
I ignore him and pick my books up off the
floor.
When I start walking he follows me down the
hall. “Riley, where are you going?”
Even though I want to answer him, I don’t. I
hum quietly, trying to drown out the sound of his voice. “Riley, if
this is about this morning, I’m sorry, but you—you know I
can’t…”
And then I snap. I’m wild, crazy and full of
emotion and I don’t care. I throw my books down and shove him.
“It’s not about this morning, it’s about, you! You’re so selfish!
And mean! Do you even know how I feel? Do you even care? Do you
know what it feels like to always come second? Do you know what
it’s like for me to watch you with her, her! Do you know what it’s
like when the one person you care about the most in the world
doesn’t acknowledge you? Or keeps you a secret. Do you know what
it’s like to feel like you’re being ripped in half? Well, do
you?”
Henry’s eyes are wide. He raises his hands.
“Calm down, Riley, please.” He touches my cheek and the warmth from
his touch spreads through my entire body. “You don’t
understand.”
I corner him and dig my finger into his chest
and push my words out, even though I’m fighting the half of me
that’s screaming touch me, infect me, love me. “I do understand!” I
shout. “Don’t tell me what to do. You’re always telling me what to
do and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of hiding! I’m tired of being
your little play thing!”
I reach out to him, but I notice my trembling
fingers and decide against touching him again. One more touch and
it might be my undoing and so far, I’m holding my own.
His hand inches toward mine. His fingers are
needy. “Riley, you know how I feel. You are not and never will be
my play thing. You have my heart.”
I pull away from him, backing up. “No I
don’t. I can’t tell if you really feel that way or you’re just
feeding me load of crap so that I’ll do whatever you want. And I’m
sorry Henry, but I can’t do or be who you want anymore.”
“What are you saying?” There’s shock and
panic in his voice.
“Riley, wait. Come back, please,” he begs.
“Let’s talk about it. I’ll end it with Callie I promise.”
The tears sting my cheeks. He’s still behind
me, following me. I swallow hard. “Leave me alone, Henry.” I do my
best to put up a cold front.
“Riley, you can’t do this to me. You’re
killing me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else.”
He’s lying. Messing with my head. Fucking
with my emotions.
I run out the back exit doors, glancing over
my shoulder as Henry stops at the steps. “Riley, please! You know
you don’t want to do this!”
He’s right; I don’t want to do this. I feel
like I’m losing a part of myself as I run away from him. More than
that, I feel like my
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