Adam reaches over the table and passes me my hot chocolate and his fingertips brush mine. I pull the lid off my cup and pout, no marshmallows. The marshmallows are my favorite part of the cocoa.
"No marshmallows." I sigh. "I asked for extra and they didn't give me any."
"Oh?" Adam raises his eyebrow at me.
"Hey Becky!" One of the girls from my math class walks by and I turn to chat with her for a second. When I turn back around there's a hand full of melted, white specs floating my in hot chocolate and I know Banks scooped them out of his own.
I smile and bring the cup to my lips. See why does he have to do things like that? How I can stop having a crush on him, when he does things like that? How can I…oh never mind.
"So what's on your mind, Becky?" I look up at the sound of Adam's voice.
"Nothing, um, thanks for the cocoa and the marshmallows." I rest the cup on the table.
"No problem, you're a good kid. You deserve it."
A good kid. That's all I really am to him. Just the coach's daughter, the handicapped little girl that follows around the team. I'm like his little sister, I can tell.
"Yeah… thanks. Um, I'm ready to go home. I'll see you."
"Wait, I'll walk you."
"No it's okay, I've got it."
The campus café isn't far from my house; in fact I can see it from here. Both mom and dad's cars are in the driveway. I guess dad caught up with her. This frightens me; I never know what the house it going to be like when I come home. I miss the peacefulness I use to find when I came through the door. The love that used to be bursting from the windows and every alcove of the house.
When I get in this time, it's quiet, there's nothing breaking or raised voices. In fact my parents are sitting at the kitchen table, talking calmly. This frightens me; I hope nobody died or something.
"Hey sweet pea, come over here." My dad forces a smile at me.
I bring my chair toward them and stopped in the doorway. "Yes?"
"Honey, we have something to talk to you about." Mom tells me gently. "Come closer."
I go closer to the table and my father squeezes my hand. Now I know something's wrong. He hasn't showed any affection to anyone in weeks, months even.
"What's wrong?" I gulp.
"Sweet pea, you're mom I, we've decided…" Dad starts.
"We're getting a divorce, Rebecca." Mom finishes.
I blink. They're doing what? Getting divorced? I know I should be angry, or upset or something. I'm not though, I have no feelings right now. I'm empty, blank. I can't cry or yell. All I can I nod and leave the room.
Alone in my bedroom, I stare at the wall. I haven't turned the light on, it's dark but I don't notice. It's almost like the cool dark feeling of my room matches that of my heart. Why don't I feel anything? Why can't I scream? I'm silent, confused.
"No marshmallows." I sigh. "I asked for extra and they didn't give me any."
"Oh?" Adam raises his eyebrow at me.
"Hey Becky!" One of the girls from my math class walks by and I turn to chat with her for a second. When I turn back around there's a hand full of melted, white specs floating my in hot chocolate and I know Banks scooped them out of his own.
I smile and bring the cup to my lips. See why does he have to do things like that? How I can stop having a crush on him, when he does things like that? How can I…oh never mind.
"So what's on your mind, Becky?" I look up at the sound of Adam's voice.
"Nothing, um, thanks for the cocoa and the marshmallows." I rest the cup on the table.
"No problem, you're a good kid. You deserve it."
A good kid. That's all I really am to him. Just the coach's daughter, the handicapped little girl that follows around the team. I'm like his little sister, I can tell.
"Yeah… thanks. Um, I'm ready to go home. I'll see you."
"Wait, I'll walk you."
"No it's okay, I've got it."
The campus café isn't far from my house; in fact I can see it from here. Both mom and dad's cars are in the driveway. I guess dad caught up with her. This frightens me; I never know what the house it going to be like when I come home. I miss the peacefulness I use to find when I came through the door. The love that used to be bursting from the windows and every alcove of the house.
When I get in this time, it's quiet, there's nothing breaking or raised voices. In fact my parents are sitting at the kitchen table, talking calmly. This frightens me; I hope nobody died or something.
"Hey sweet pea, come over here." My dad forces a smile at me.
I bring my chair toward them and stopped in the doorway. "Yes?"
"Honey, we have something to talk to you about." Mom tells me gently. "Come closer."
I go closer to the table and my father squeezes my hand. Now I know something's wrong. He hasn't showed any affection to anyone in weeks, months even.
"What's wrong?" I gulp.
"Sweet pea, you're mom I, we've decided…" Dad starts.
"We're getting a divorce, Rebecca." Mom finishes.
I blink. They're doing what? Getting divorced? I know I should be angry, or upset or something. I'm not though, I have no feelings right now. I'm empty, blank. I can't cry or yell. All I can I nod and leave the room.
Alone in my bedroom, I stare at the wall. I haven't turned the light on, it's dark but I don't notice. It's almost like the cool dark feeling of my room matches that of my heart. Why don't I feel anything? Why can't I scream? I'm silent, confused.