Amy watched Ephram walk away, and felt tears spring in her eyes. Before
Ephram turned the corner, he faced her. Amy, from down the hall, could see
the hurt on his face. Ephram shook his head sadly, and continued down the
hall. Amy turned and re-entered the lunchroom. She felt a tear slither down
her cheek. Colin walked over slowly.
"Why are crying? Who the hell cares about Ephram? You finally have him off your case, even though your plan failed. So lighten up." Colin snaked his arm around Amy's shoulders. Amy shrugged his arm off.
"No, Colin! You don't even understand!" She took a few steps back. "Just the fact that I did that stupid... plan bothers me! Ephram is my friend, Colin. He meant a lot to me. He should mean a lot to you, too, because if it hadn't been for him, you would still be some... vegatable in a bed somewhere! I don't understand why you fail to see that!" Amy saw Colin's jaw tighten, and his hand's turned into fists. Bright hurried over, and grabbed Amy's arm.
"Let's go, Amy. Just forget Colin," Bright mumbled, tugging Amy towards the door.
"NO!" Amy shouted, and spun out of Brights grasp. "He needs to understand, Bright! He needs to understand what a JERK he's being!" Amy turned towards Colin. "Why can't you see it, Colin. When I wanted to give up on you, Ephram... he was there. He told me not to leave you; to stick by your side. Had it not been for Ephram, I wouldn't have had faith in you. I would have given up on you. Ephram brought you back to life, Colin. He gave you life." Amy looked around, seeing the whole room gazing at her. She felt her face heat up. She turned to look back at Colin.
"I don't care, Amy. I'm back now. That's all that matters, isn't it?" He reached forward, and took her hand in his. "All that matters is that we spend time together, and be with each other. We love each other, Amy."
Amy pulled her hand away. "No. I don't love you. I loved the old Colin. The Colin you were before." Amy turned toward Bright. "Come on Bright. Let's go." She walked out of the lunchroom slowly, wondering if Colin would come after her. He didn't, and she realized she didn't care.
"Amy... what are you going to do about Ephram?" Bright asked. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, and faced her. Amy gave a small sigh, and leaned against the bank of lockers.
"I don't know. What do you think I should do?" Bright shrugged.
"All I know is you screwed up badly." Bright touched the big bruise on his face, and Amy winced. "Really badly," he said. Without another word, he turned and left. Amy stared after him.
When did my life become this big maze of confusion? She asked herself. Why did I so badly want Ephram out of my life, even when I know Colin isn't who he once was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ephram walked to the library, trying to calm out his thoughts. He was pissed, but also hurt. How could Amy do this to me? he asked himself. He entered the library, and looked around. He saw only one other person, a girl, sitting at one of the tables. She had shoulder-length black hair. Ephram studied her, wondering who she was. She was leafing through a magazine, and she had headphones on. Ephram gazed at her, trying to figure out where he knew her from. Probably one of Amy's friends, he thought. He walked over to the back of the library, and sat down by himself. He sat quietly, letting thoughts flow in and out of his mind.
"How could I have ever liked her," he muttered softly to himself.
"Liked who?" Ephram jumped. He looked up and saw the girl. She was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. "My name is Celia. Nice to meet you. Now, who did you like, that now you're in disbelief that you ever liked her?" Celia took a seat infront of Ephram. Ephram stared at her. She was pretty. Along with her black hair, she had bright green eyes, and an easy smile. But Ephram didn't know the girl, and he wasn't about to spill his heart out to her.
"None of your business," Ephram said, pushing his chair back.
"Fine. Run away. We both know that something is bothering you. You can sit and talk, or you can run away. But, just like any man, you're going to run." Celia folded her hands, and looked up at him.
"No, I'm not running, okay. But when some stranger comes up to you, out of nowhere, it's a little creepy." Ephram stood up.
"Well, thanks for calling me creepy. All I'm trying to do is befriend you."
"No. You're, like, attacking me like a dog attacks meat. I'm not meat, okay? So back off."
"I never said you were meat. But I can tell when someone needs a friend. I just thought you might need a friend right now." Celia pushed her chair back. "Don't leave. I'll go. I'm the one who... attacked you, right?" Celia got up, and pushed her chair in. With a curt nod to Ephram, she turned and started retreating to her table.
"Hey, wait," Ephram called. Celia turned around to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. You don't have to go. You're right, I do need a friend right now...," Ephram trailed off, thinking about Amy. Celia walked back over, and sat down. Ephram took a seat infront of her.
"What's your name?"
"Ephram. Ephram Brown." Celia smiled, and Ephram gave a small nod back.
"Well, Ephram Brown, I think you and I have struck up a new friendship."
"Why are crying? Who the hell cares about Ephram? You finally have him off your case, even though your plan failed. So lighten up." Colin snaked his arm around Amy's shoulders. Amy shrugged his arm off.
"No, Colin! You don't even understand!" She took a few steps back. "Just the fact that I did that stupid... plan bothers me! Ephram is my friend, Colin. He meant a lot to me. He should mean a lot to you, too, because if it hadn't been for him, you would still be some... vegatable in a bed somewhere! I don't understand why you fail to see that!" Amy saw Colin's jaw tighten, and his hand's turned into fists. Bright hurried over, and grabbed Amy's arm.
"Let's go, Amy. Just forget Colin," Bright mumbled, tugging Amy towards the door.
"NO!" Amy shouted, and spun out of Brights grasp. "He needs to understand, Bright! He needs to understand what a JERK he's being!" Amy turned towards Colin. "Why can't you see it, Colin. When I wanted to give up on you, Ephram... he was there. He told me not to leave you; to stick by your side. Had it not been for Ephram, I wouldn't have had faith in you. I would have given up on you. Ephram brought you back to life, Colin. He gave you life." Amy looked around, seeing the whole room gazing at her. She felt her face heat up. She turned to look back at Colin.
"I don't care, Amy. I'm back now. That's all that matters, isn't it?" He reached forward, and took her hand in his. "All that matters is that we spend time together, and be with each other. We love each other, Amy."
Amy pulled her hand away. "No. I don't love you. I loved the old Colin. The Colin you were before." Amy turned toward Bright. "Come on Bright. Let's go." She walked out of the lunchroom slowly, wondering if Colin would come after her. He didn't, and she realized she didn't care.
"Amy... what are you going to do about Ephram?" Bright asked. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, and faced her. Amy gave a small sigh, and leaned against the bank of lockers.
"I don't know. What do you think I should do?" Bright shrugged.
"All I know is you screwed up badly." Bright touched the big bruise on his face, and Amy winced. "Really badly," he said. Without another word, he turned and left. Amy stared after him.
When did my life become this big maze of confusion? She asked herself. Why did I so badly want Ephram out of my life, even when I know Colin isn't who he once was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ephram walked to the library, trying to calm out his thoughts. He was pissed, but also hurt. How could Amy do this to me? he asked himself. He entered the library, and looked around. He saw only one other person, a girl, sitting at one of the tables. She had shoulder-length black hair. Ephram studied her, wondering who she was. She was leafing through a magazine, and she had headphones on. Ephram gazed at her, trying to figure out where he knew her from. Probably one of Amy's friends, he thought. He walked over to the back of the library, and sat down by himself. He sat quietly, letting thoughts flow in and out of his mind.
"How could I have ever liked her," he muttered softly to himself.
"Liked who?" Ephram jumped. He looked up and saw the girl. She was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. "My name is Celia. Nice to meet you. Now, who did you like, that now you're in disbelief that you ever liked her?" Celia took a seat infront of Ephram. Ephram stared at her. She was pretty. Along with her black hair, she had bright green eyes, and an easy smile. But Ephram didn't know the girl, and he wasn't about to spill his heart out to her.
"None of your business," Ephram said, pushing his chair back.
"Fine. Run away. We both know that something is bothering you. You can sit and talk, or you can run away. But, just like any man, you're going to run." Celia folded her hands, and looked up at him.
"No, I'm not running, okay. But when some stranger comes up to you, out of nowhere, it's a little creepy." Ephram stood up.
"Well, thanks for calling me creepy. All I'm trying to do is befriend you."
"No. You're, like, attacking me like a dog attacks meat. I'm not meat, okay? So back off."
"I never said you were meat. But I can tell when someone needs a friend. I just thought you might need a friend right now." Celia pushed her chair back. "Don't leave. I'll go. I'm the one who... attacked you, right?" Celia got up, and pushed her chair in. With a curt nod to Ephram, she turned and started retreating to her table.
"Hey, wait," Ephram called. Celia turned around to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so harsh. You don't have to go. You're right, I do need a friend right now...," Ephram trailed off, thinking about Amy. Celia walked back over, and sat down. Ephram took a seat infront of her.
"What's your name?"
"Ephram. Ephram Brown." Celia smiled, and Ephram gave a small nod back.
"Well, Ephram Brown, I think you and I have struck up a new friendship."