"I want to dissapear!" Macey cried out.
Come. I heard his voice in my head. My head flew up. I looked wildly around trying to find him.
So Close, you're so close. Again, I looked around. I knew this voice, it's owner, like I knew my face. I felt embarressed for what had happened. I started sobbing quietly, ending loudly. That was when he appeared. In my loud, unending sobs, I didn't hear him come. Nor did I notice my dog at my feet.
He slipped his arms quietly around my waist. I was so startled I jumped. He quieted me when I began to shriek loudly. "Shh... It's just me" he said. In my embarressment I burrowed my face in his shoulder.
"It's okay. Don't worry." I nodded almost unnoticable. It was a topic I wasn't willing to discuss right now. He could see and feel my unwillingness and disbealiving attitude. It was confirmed when he said, " I'm coming with you, no matter what." You know it's true.
I looked up into his big, blue eyes; thickly framed with heavy lashed. I did my best not to cry. I mean I've only known him for about 3 years. Since then, he's always been there, fully devoted to me. How'd I get so lucky I'll never know. He claims he's the lucky one, but I know better. I guess this started with sports. I knew him from basketball, but I knew he played other sports like wrestling, baseball, and football.
This (thing?) between him and I started with football. I had just moved to his school district. I wanted to go to a football game. I sat in the top stands (alone, DUH i'm the new girl!). I knew a few players from church and my old school. A few people played football and I figured I'd checkout the team. Plus, it was against my old school.
You'd think I'd see some friends, right? NO SUCH LUCK. Only Jerks, Jocks, and Cheerleaders were there. It was almost half time by the time I decided to leave. I figured no one would notice me. I packed up my i-Pod, books, and camera. I was at the end of the bleachers and, as I figured almost unnoticed, when I was hit in the head with a football.
I wasn't hurt so bad, but the blow still was able to knock me down. I was probably bleeding, no biggie. I'm clumsy so I'm used to falling and bleeding all the time. Normally everyone is worried, but I shrug them off.
I was about to get up to walk away, when all of the football players ran over. The cheerleaders,being there usual stupid selves, held their pom-poms over their mouths. The crowd gasped loudly. The boys who knew me were shocked, the boys who didn't were ashamed.
They helped me up & were surprised when I shrugged them off to get up and gather my things. Everyone was shocked... and QUIET! It was literally so quiet you could hear a pin drop. He siad he'd walk me home. When I said "No", he misunderstood and told me the alternate would play and walked quickly away. Within a minute he was out of his uniform and in sweats. As he led me away, he insisted we stop at his house to clean me up.
We cleaned me up. As I told him how clumsy I was. He walked me home! After 3 years, hewas actually walking me home! He left his game, his team, and his cheerleaders behind(I say his cheerleaders because a few of them were begging him to stay).
I was surprised to find that I was really calm. We were quiet when he walked me home.