I burst in the restroom. I locked myself in a stall and then all the tears I had been holding back flooded out of my eyes. I knew he would make my life a living hell from this point. I didn't know why he changed his whole identity though. I mean why go through all the trouble. I leaned up against the door and just wept. Then I saw a pair of shoes standing by my door. I guess I hadn't noticed them before. I flicked away my last tears and opened the door. The pair of shoes belonged to my brother. He didn't say anything. He knew I couldn't think straight when I was like this. I reached out and hugged me. I felt protected in the embrace of my brother. We stood there and hugged it seemed for forever. Then we heard the bell ring for switching classes. He let go of me.
"Thank you" I said then left the restroom.
Only my brother would be "man" enough to go into the girl's rest room. I laughed as I walked down the hall. I could go to my next class and be five minutes early or I could go outside for a smoke and be a little late. I looked around then snuck out the back door. I leaned against the cool brick. I took out a cigarette then I flicked my lighter. Nothing happened. I flicked my lighter again. It didn't even spark.
"Damn it all" I said aloud.
Then someone held out a lighter and flicked the switch. The flame wavered in the breeze for a moment before it lit my cigarette.
"Thank you." I said then looked up.
"No problem doll" and there stood a smirking Kyle looking at me.
"What is your problem, are you trying to make my life a living hell?" I shouted.
"Chill out, I'm just messing with you." He said.
"Messing with me? Is that what your definition of what you did to me would be?" I asked him, "I'd really like to know, Danny, so why don't you tell me."
He looked at me then put out his cigarette.
"I'm not Danny." He said flatly.