Blue Eyes and Bright Skies. Chapter 8:
"Noah, what in the world happened to you?" His face was swollen. His right eye was black and blue and he had a really big cut on his cheek. His right arm was all wrapped up and his shirt was all ratty. Noah looks at me, and tears roll down his face. "Noah, please tell me." He cleared his voice and started talking. "That morning, when I woke up, I thought about the night before. I saw how much you loved your dad, and how you admired him. You were so fragile, and I knew i could never do anything to lose you, or hurt you. So i went to California, to end my gang ties, so that they would never come looking for me, or anyone I loved." He told me in a soft voice. "You are such an idiot, Noah! You could've gotten yourself killed!" I tell him. He starts laughing and i say "Im serious! You could've at least taken your phone, or called from somewhere." "Yea, I kinda forgot it and I had no money." "You gave your mom a heart attack you know." "Yea, but I left her a note. I knew she would tell you." "Well, im glad you're still alive. I love you, and don't ever do anything like that again!" "I love you too, Ana. And I promise."
I stayed home with Noah to take care of him. He was slowly healing, but his eye was still pretty swollen. We didn't do a lot, we watched some movies, and he taught me some more spanish that I didn't know. It was fun, just kinda hanging out, making out, and me taking care of him. That next Monday we went to school, and it was weird. I was with him 24/7 that last week, and now I only see him three times during school. I think I'm going through withdrawal. I told that to Noah, and he laughed and kissed me on the forehead.
We went out on dates, to the movies, bowling, picnics on the beach, long walks, and just really romantic things that made me love him more and more each day. We talked about our lives, and told each other everything. We kept nothing from each other, and we grew closer and closer.
One day, at school, I was in algebra. Noah was in history. The teacher was talking about factoring, one of the easiest things ever, when the office came on the loud speaker that speaks to the whole school. "Attention teachers, we are in a code red. This is not a drill. I repeat, we are in a code red. Lock all doors and close shades and follow your instructions that you have been taught." The teacher made us get into the corner of the room where it was away from the window and door and we stayed there, not knowing what was going on. We heard a gun go off, and people started screaming.
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