Lend Me Your
Heart
Sixty-Six
“Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all, but lend
me your heart and I'll just let you fall. Lend me your eyes I
can change what you see, but your soul you must keep, totally
free.”
Those were my favorite lyrics in the entire universe after I
realized how much they resembled my relationship with Zach.
It just made dancing along to them that much more enjoyable, and
this time I wasn’t as nervous.
It was the last of my performances that Zach would ever see, so
even though I knew it’d have to be perfect, I was confident
after practicing it so much.
And it was perfect.
When it was finished and all the roses had been thrown, Alexa
came up on stage and, using her headpiece, made an announcement
to the entire audience.
“Please congratulate Layne Davis for being the only junior
in Dance Workshop to ever complete three solo dances in one
year. You’re performances were amazing, Layne, and I
look forward to working with you next year,” she said to
everyone while keeping her eyes locked with mine.
A big smile appeared across my lips as I gracefully walked
towards her with open arms and engulfed her in a giant hug.
When the crowd was finished with their applause, I walked
offstage with Alexa, ignoring the glares shot at me from the
other senior dancers.
I understood why they were angry with me.
I mean, I wouldn’t want a sophomore to steal my limelight,
but I guess since I was the thief in this situation it was okay
to flaunt what I had.
“Well,” I heard a voice say from behind me.
I spun around to see Zach and my smile immediately got three
times bigger…if that was even possible.
“Damn,” he finished, his eyes wide. “It was
perfect.”
“I know,” I shrugged, walking past him to get my
bag.
“When did you get so full of yourself?” he asked,
wrapping his arms around my waist.
“When I decided my dance had to be absolutely
flawless if I wanted to impress you,” I said,
making him blush a little.
“You’re always flawless to me,” he said softly,
kissing my cheek as we walked out towards campus. “Let me
carry your bag.”
Ever since Zach and I had gotten back together, he’d been
extremely nice to me; offering to do things for me, taking me
out, spending lots of time with me, etc.
His excuse was that he wanted to be the best boyfriend ever after
hurting me so badly, so I obviously didn’t argue.
I handed him my bag and thanked him as we silently walked towards
cottage.
The tension was unbearable.
It was our last day together before graduation and we
weren’t even talking.
I knew it was because we were both feeling bittersweet, but I
didn’t like it.
“Zach,” I said suddenly, my voice breaking the
unbearable silence.
“Yeah?”
“Just…” I started, taking a deep breath.
“Just f*cking kiss me already.”
So, in the middle of campus, surrounded by parents that had flown
from all over for graduation, Zach dropped my bag and put his
hands on either side of my face and kissed me like it was the
last day on earth.
Then, someone clearing his or her throat interrupted us.
I turned my head easily away from Zach, expecting to see one of
my friends, but then was shocked to fond Mike, my mom, and my dad
standing there with a bouquet of flowers.
“What the f*ck are you doing with this d*ck again?”
my brother sneered, making my mom frown.
“I trusted you with my daughter,” my dad spat,
pointing at Zach.
“Oh, Layne,” my mother whispered in
disappointment.
“Calm down!” I said to all of them. “Please. He
apologized to me.”
“So, what for?” Mike asked Zach, “So you could
get some before you graduate? She’s my little
sister, man. What the f*ck?”
Zach looked down, pain clear across his face, making my heart
break into a million tiny pieces.
“Please!” I shouted at my family, protectively
throwing my arms around Zach. “All of you. This was my
choice.”
“What the hell kind of a choice is that?” my dad spat
in my face. “Date a boy who used you and broke your heart
after he left you and then suddenly get back together with him
after he graduated? You know better than that, Layne.
Jesus.”
“See?” Zach muttered. “This is exactly what I
didn’t want.”
“And it’s all about what you want,
isn’t it?” Mike growled in Zach’s face.
“I broke up with her because I didn’t want to hurt
her before I left. It was going to happen either way,” Zach
said.
“But now it’s going to happen twice,” my mom
whispered, making Zach cringe.
“And now you’re all making it a hundred times
worse!” I cried, a tear falling down my cheek.
“Oh and, thanks for the flowers,” I snapped, grabbing
the flowers out of my mothers’ hands. “It’s
been a pleasure.”
With that, I turned on my heel and sprinted towards my room,
tears falling down my cheeks.
Why couldn’t everybody just get along?
This was our last day together, for crying out loud!
I swear, they all wanted to make my life miserable.
“Ugh!” I groaned, throwing the flowers to the ground
when I entered my room.
I immediately stripped off my clothes and shoes, leaving me in my
white, lace bra and underwear when my door immediately burst
open.
Without even flinching, I looked up to see Zach, wearing a very
hurt expression.
“Go away,” I muttered, walking towards the door and
trying to close it, but Zach pushed it open more.
“It deserved it,” he said looking me in the eye.
“Your family had every right to be angry with me and we
both know why. Layne, sweet heart, I love you but we both know
you would’ve never said those things to my face, so thank
God you have an amazing family to tell me off like that. I
deserved it.”
I blinked back my tears in surprise and smiled.
“God,” I whispered, pulling him inside my room by his
shirt. “You sure have a way with words.”
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