Brendan was gone, making my family unit solid once again. It had taken a few weeks, but the relationship between my parents and me was slowly recovering as I once again gained their trust.
School was beginning soon, but I would not return to the familiar halls of Macomber; instead, I would attend Waite High School in the morning and Libbey High School in the afternoon.
The friendship Aimee and I shared was stronger than ever. We spent every spare minute together.
Now that I was attending two schools, I had some new friends as well. We all rode the bus to Libbey in the middle of the day, which gave us time to talk and get to know each other. I was having a lot of fun and found it easy to get back into the regular high school routine. I did not miss the drama of having a boyfriend.
I was on the bus a few weeks into the school year when I saw something fly out of the corner of my eye and land on the seat next to me. It was a note from the only guy who rode our bus.
I read the note over and over again, making sure that I was seeing it correctly. Slowly I turned around to see Micah beaming at me from two seats back. I returned the smile and held up one finger, letting him know that I’d get back with him in a minute. I took out a pen and wrote a note back.
I turned around and reached to give him back the piece of paper. He took it, read it and then looked up with a smile.
“So I can call you tonight then?” he asked.
“Sure. Oh, here’s my stop. I’ll talk to you later.”
My friends and I got off the bus and went inside to wait in the cafeteria as usual.
“What was that all about?” Vicki wondered.
“Yeah, I saw that little exchange, too. Spill it, girl,” joked Paige.
I pulled my chair closer to theirs even though we were the only three people in the cafeteria.
“His note said that he thinks I’m pretty and he wanted to know if I’d go out with him.”
“Oh, my gosh, what did you say?”
“That I couldn’t say yes or no right now because I don’t even know him. But I did give him my number.”
Vicki gasped while Paige held her hand up for a high-five.
“He’s supposed to call tonight,” I told them as I slapped her hand.
We talked about Micah while we ate. We all agreed that he was cute, with his collar-length, curly brown hair. He seemed really nice. The thought of having a boyfriend again was exciting, but I didn’t know if I was ready. It wasn’t just the drama that I was afraid of. There was the pain that I caused my family the last time I’d gone steady with a boy. I had learned the hard way that if my family didn’t approve, then he was not the right guy. I wanted to get to know Micah slowly and have him meet my family before I made any decisions.
Micah called that night, but I could not talk long.
“Lots of homework,” I told him. I promised that I would sit next to him on the bus the next morning so that we could continue our conversation. Before we hung up, there was one more thing he needed to know.
“Listen, before you even decide if you want to be my friend, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Sure, what’s up?” he asked.
“I’ve only been single for a couple of months now, and it was a really bad break up. So, I want to take everything really slow because I’m not looking for much right now. I just need you to know that, okay?”
“Okay, I can live with that,” he replied. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”
“Absolutely!” I confirmed. “And I’ll save you a seat. Bye.”
I felt better after telling Micah how I felt. Not that calling Brendan and I “a bad break up” even began to cover it, but it would suffice for now; I would tell him more if we ended up being together.
Micah and I sat next to each other the rest of the week. We talked about all sorts of things, but I never felt it was the right time to tell him about Brendan. I still wasn’t sure that I was ready for another committed relationship.
Maybe if
School was beginning soon, but I would not return to the familiar halls of Macomber; instead, I would attend Waite High School in the morning and Libbey High School in the afternoon.
The friendship Aimee and I shared was stronger than ever. We spent every spare minute together.
Now that I was attending two schools, I had some new friends as well. We all rode the bus to Libbey in the middle of the day, which gave us time to talk and get to know each other. I was having a lot of fun and found it easy to get back into the regular high school routine. I did not miss the drama of having a boyfriend.
I was on the bus a few weeks into the school year when I saw something fly out of the corner of my eye and land on the seat next to me. It was a note from the only guy who rode our bus.
I read the note over and over again, making sure that I was seeing it correctly. Slowly I turned around to see Micah beaming at me from two seats back. I returned the smile and held up one finger, letting him know that I’d get back with him in a minute. I took out a pen and wrote a note back.
I turned around and reached to give him back the piece of paper. He took it, read it and then looked up with a smile.
“So I can call you tonight then?” he asked.
“Sure. Oh, here’s my stop. I’ll talk to you later.”
My friends and I got off the bus and went inside to wait in the cafeteria as usual.
“What was that all about?” Vicki wondered.
“Yeah, I saw that little exchange, too. Spill it, girl,” joked Paige.
I pulled my chair closer to theirs even though we were the only three people in the cafeteria.
“His note said that he thinks I’m pretty and he wanted to know if I’d go out with him.”
“Oh, my gosh, what did you say?”
“That I couldn’t say yes or no right now because I don’t even know him. But I did give him my number.”
Vicki gasped while Paige held her hand up for a high-five.
“He’s supposed to call tonight,” I told them as I slapped her hand.
We talked about Micah while we ate. We all agreed that he was cute, with his collar-length, curly brown hair. He seemed really nice. The thought of having a boyfriend again was exciting, but I didn’t know if I was ready. It wasn’t just the drama that I was afraid of. There was the pain that I caused my family the last time I’d gone steady with a boy. I had learned the hard way that if my family didn’t approve, then he was not the right guy. I wanted to get to know Micah slowly and have him meet my family before I made any decisions.
Micah called that night, but I could not talk long.
“Lots of homework,” I told him. I promised that I would sit next to him on the bus the next morning so that we could continue our conversation. Before we hung up, there was one more thing he needed to know.
“Listen, before you even decide if you want to be my friend, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Sure, what’s up?” he asked.
“I’ve only been single for a couple of months now, and it was a really bad break up. So, I want to take everything really slow because I’m not looking for much right now. I just need you to know that, okay?”
“Okay, I can live with that,” he replied. “So I’ll see you tomorrow then, right?”
“Absolutely!” I confirmed. “And I’ll save you a seat. Bye.”
I felt better after telling Micah how I felt. Not that calling Brendan and I “a bad break up” even began to cover it, but it would suffice for now; I would tell him more if we ended up being together.
Micah and I sat next to each other the rest of the week. We talked about all sorts of things, but I never felt it was the right time to tell him about Brendan. I still wasn’t sure that I was ready for another committed relationship.
Maybe if
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