Hmm. Good the coast is clear. I'm peaking around the corner from the office and it is football head free. I will be able to escape with ease.
"You going to keep avoiding me, or are we finally going to discuss this And by this, I mean whatever weird dynamic we apparently have going on."
"AHh!" I screech like the first victim in a horror flick. I grab my chest and yes that's my heart about to jump out of my chest. Someone call 911 because I'm done,dead,deceased.
"Put a bell around your neck for crying out loud,if youre just going to creep on people. Sheesh." I spit out as I whirl around to face him.
"So are we going to discuss this?" Arnold asks.
This boy is a demon, I swear it. With the way his eyes stare into my soul, I am a goner.
This boy can make me sing like a canary.
"I'm actually headed home." I quickly put my hands on my abdomen and shrug my shoulders. " You know cramps in the lady bits and all."
I thought that would be enough of a deterrent and he would give up this never ending awkward encounter we were having.
Apparently not though because the way his smile is so wide he looks like the cheshire cat.
"Ah,you are in luck. I have many remedies and ways to help with that. I used to help my mom with them when we lived in the jungle.
There's alot of women in secluded tribes. So that means..alot of lady bits." He grinned.
Is he serious? Who in their right mind wants to help a girl claiming to be cramping,cranky,and bleeding like a stuck pig?
This is so similar to a villain origin story that I'm rethinking most choices of my life.
"As wonderful as that sounds and I do appreciate the thought,I'll pass. I just want to go home and take a girls best friend;Midol."
I say with the fakest smile trying my best to look sincere.
I should have known he would not accept this. Instead he grabs my hand and leads out me out of school.
"Woah,woah,woah, what are we doing?" I screech as he tugs me towards a car I would recognize a mile away.
"No way, Phil let you take her out?" I scoff as I rub the hood of the car.
"Yeah,nostalgic right?" he chuckled.
It's hard for me not to stare at him. He just has this peace about him. This serenity and happiness I will never know or experience for that matter.
People like me will never be like him. An d while that may sound silly; it's reality. I came to accept this a long time ago. I've seen and experienced the cruel reality that is life and I will never make the mistake of believing in someone else again.
Truth is people in the end only care for themselves. They will cut you down and hurt you to feel better about themselves.
"Helga?"
I look up and see the questions in his eyes.
I didn't even realize how far I was in my own mind to realize we'd just been standing here.
I feel this state of calm that I haven't felt in a long time. Is this what it's like. Is this what happiness can be? Is this what it's like to be free from your own thoughts and feelings?
My eyes shoot down to the hand Arnold had dragged me by and I notice his thumb is rhythmically doing circles inside my palm.
It's weird,but it's not. I know it doesn't make sense but that's the only way I can explain it. It's warm and relaxing yet a slight feeling of discomfort because it's him.
I look up and glance at him as I shake my hand free from his grasp.