“Jamison, stop. We’re in the
middle of the hallway… with cameras.” Jane said
pulling away from me and more toward her locker. I slipped my
arms around her waist and held her tight against my body.
“Well then how about tonight?” I brushed back her
rustic auburn hair and gently kissed the back of her neck. I
felt her body slack against mine and mentally congratulated
myself for finding her weak spot. She closed her locker and
leaned up against it. She gave me one of those flirty little
smiles I loved and I put my hand beside her against the lockers
and leaned my tanned forehead against her smooth fair
one.
“You make a guy go crazy.” I told
her as I leaned in for a quick feel of her lips with my
own.
I heard her whisper “good” right
before my lips landed on hers. Her smooth lips moved with mine
like a silent lovers dance. I loved kissing Jane. It was so
easy and natural. Suddenly Jane’s lips tore away from
mine and her head whipped sideways. I turned my head to see
what had interrupted us and I saw a small girl, probably a
freshman, picking up her books that had spilled onto the
hardwood hallway floor. I quickly jogged over and picked up the
rest of the books for the poor girl. Her black hair was spilled
over her face so I’m surprised she could see where her
books were in the first place. As if she heard my thoughts, she
then pulled a black ribbon out of the pocket of her pink jeans
that looked like they were painted on her legs. Loosely pulling
back her hair, she stood up and stray black tendrils of hair
framed her young face. I smiled at her as I handed back her
books and I caught a glimpse of scars that covered her now
exposed forearm – cutters’ marks. She quickly
pulled her jacket sleeve back down and accepted her books from
me. With a small smile she scurried off up the stairs and I
walked back over to Jane.
“How sweet.” She said, giving me
a small kiss on the cheek and heading off to her class. I
barely registered it as I pondered what had made that
girl’s life so bad that she resulted to cutting herself.
I can’t even fathom the fact of intentionally hurting
myself that bad. I shook my head as if it would erase my
thoughts and bounded down the stairs to my advanced math
class.
I peeked into the back door to see if Mr.
Lynne was writing on the board or not so I could sneak in
unseen. I waited a couple of seconds until he went to do an
example on the board and opened the door silently and stealthy
slid into my seat between Mikah and Kyle Hanks, another one of
my teammates. Opening my notebook to act like I had been there
the whole time, I looked up at the board and realized I had no
idea what Mr. Lynne was trying to teach. Math was like another
language to me.
“What page?” I mouthed to
Kyle.
“123.” He mouthed
back.
I opened up my book and saw that the problem
on the board was one of the examples. I quickly skimmed over
the pages and still didn’t comprehend what I was
reading.
“Mr. Lyle. What is the answer to the
problem on the board?” Mr. Lynne’s old voice
cracked a little and faded as he finished his
sentence.
“Uhmm,” I looked down at my book
for a quick answer. “45.”
“I might be old but I’m still one
step ahead of you. I’m glad you are able to read.”
He turned his back to me and began to work out the
problem.
“Oh and welcome to
class.”
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