"What are you starring at?" Bridget said. I turned away from kyle's torture fest to answer he question. "Uh, nothing." as I said that. Kyle ran past me and down the hallway. I looked in that direction but he was gone. "Bridge…I'll be right back kay." she shrugged.
I went down the same hallway I saw him run. He left puddles of milk from where that had poured it down his pants. It lead into an upstairs compartment of the school I didn't even know existed. I walked up the stairs slowly not making a sound. When I reached the top. The room became stuffy and hot.
I heard a sniffling sound. "Hello?" I said. The room was cluttered. It had two giant stained windows on each side and an old wooden floor. It was filled with old books and cleaning supplies for the janitor.
"What are you doing up here?" a voice from behind me asked. I turned around to see Kyle shirtless. His face was still red. But his hair was clean and so were his pants. Well for the most part.
"Uh, how did you know about this place?" I asked. He shrugged. Still looking at me. I continued since it didn't look like he was going to talk to me. "I came to see I you were okay…you know from the-" "I'm fine!" he snapped. I stared. "Okay I should probably get back to Bridget then." I headed for the stairs. "I found it one day after school…when I had no other place to go. My mom lost the house and she disappeared…I figured I'd just sleep out in the bathroom or something. That's when I noticed the janitor going up these stairs."
"You don't have a place to live?" he shook his head. "I'm so sorry." "it's okay." he said. I went over and wrapped my arms around him. He has it so rough what with between getting tortured in school to having no place to go home too. I don't know what came over me but before I could stop myself I had already blurted it out.
"Why don't you come with me for the day?" I said. "You mean…like home with you?" I nodded. "I don't know…I don't need your help?" he said. "You may not need my help but you definitely need a friend." he nodded. "Come on. Let's go back down stairs." I headed for the stairs but he grabbed my arm. "Can we stay up here today?…just for a little while…I really don't want to go back down there right now."
"Okay…sure." I found a spot on the floor and let him tell me about everything that happened to him. And in the mist of it all I had started to cry. I didn't realize it though. It was silent. He came closer and wiped the tears off my face, with his thumb. I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry…that's was just really sad." he leaned into me closer.
His thin lips met mine and his hand that wiped my tears away held my face. I sat there for a moment while his lips moved in sync with mine. And then I pulled back all to quickly. I looked at him serious now. "That can't happen again!" I said. "Why?" he looked confused. "Because I'm seeing someone." "who?" "It doesn't matter I'm seeing someone. So this can't happen again," he looked down. "I should get back to class."
I ran down the stairs not caring who saw me straight into my classroom. And took my seat next to Bridget. I avoided all unforgiving eyes that shamed me for being 25mintues late. "Where have you been? You missed 2 periods." Bridget asked. "I'll tell you after school okay?" she nodded quickly understanding this couldn't be talked about in a few short whispers through class. "Miss. Cullen would you like to explain where you've been." "I had a family emergency grandmother had to check into the hospital. Just needed to call and make sure she was okay…I'm very attached to her…it was very emotional I needed to calm down." I put my hand over my heart and bowed my head to play the dramatic scene off.
"I'm very sorry…do you think you'll be able to participate in today's lesson?" he asked totally buying it. I raised my head water filled eyes. "I think I can manage Mr. Spencer."