“What’s wrong?” Sky asked as I suddenly rested my head on the table. It was lunchtime, and I’d managed to ditch Travis all day successfully until now.
“Alexander I need to talk to you,” I heard Travis say. I closed my eyes tight, assuming he was already at the table. It’d stopped him coming this way and that’s why I’d rested my head.
“Don’t ignore me, Alexander!” Travis groaned in frustration as a bang on the table followed. It’s not like me to hide from my troubles, but the event of Tuesday was still hunting my senses.
“Look, maybe he doesn’t just want to talk...” Sky started until she was rudely scolded by Travis.
“Stay out of this Sky!” he yelled. I gasped, feeling suddenly lifted by my shoulders.
“We have to talk,” Travis demanded, shaking my shoulders.
“Get your hands off me!” I resorted, prying his hands off my shoulders. A frown was playing on my forehead as I adjusted my sweater. I turned to look at him with scorn before turning back to Paul’s open textbook on the table.
“Now if you don’t mind, I’m helping Paul with something,” I said, giving Travis a sour look. His mouth opened then closed saying nothing. He gave Paul a bitter look before storming away.
“What the hell’s up with him?” Sky asked, turning to face me. Her red curls were behind a gray bandana, and the freckles on her face shone as if she hadn’t applied any powder.
“Paul, you look like you’re about to pass out. Travis isn’t that scary you know,” Sky said, taking his hand from across the table. I turned towards him, giving him a sorry look. Paul seemed very scared of anyone in Travis’ group of friends. Well, apart from Sky.
Lunch ended soon after and I headed for advanced Physics. Thank goodness I didn’t have any classes with Travis. The rest of my day went well, apart from a slight encounter with Sam. I’d brushed past her but found a note from her in my bag later on in the day.
I need to speak to you. I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school.
I know I shouldn’t go but I just needed to throw her off a bit to make myself feel better. I walked past the school hall, avoiding the path to Travis’ locker. I’d intentionally picked up all my books before the last period so I won’t have to venture there after school over.
I walked into the schools parking lot and stopped a few meters away from Sky’s car. This is the only place I could figure Sam would come looking for me. Students soon started to flood out of the main door. I checked my watch wondering if this was another game for Sam’s voice echoed through the parking lot.
“You’re here,” she said almost as if she couldn’t believe it as she walked towards Sky’s car. I nodded not feeling like using my mouth at the moment.
“We can’t stay here,” she said, looking from left to right.
“Follow me,” she said, walking past me and towards the school’s tennis court. I followed her small figure until she stopped at the supply house.
“I’m not going in there with you,” I said flatly, watching her pry the door open. Better safe than sorry. She turned toward me with a sigh. Her jet black hair was in its usual ponytail, but some daring strands were sticking out around her forehead.
“What is it? Scared I’ll kiss you?” Sam asked, shaking slightly.
“No, The last time I remember you were a nut case, and I’m not staying alone in a dark supply room with a nut case,” I said looking away from her. She didn’t say anything and the blue-eyed gaze she was giving me made me feel uncomfortable. I looked ahead of her instead of at her to reduce its intensity.
“Do you really think I’m a nut case?” she asked, studying my face.
“Yes, I do. We’re not in a silly soap opera, can you just tell me what you dragged me out here for?” I asked, adjusting the strap of my bag. I had work to catch up on.
“I hate you.”
“I knew that,” I said plainly before turning.
“What’s wrong with you? How can you just mess with me and leave me hanging?! I hate myself for still liking you!” She yelled pulling me roughly by the shoulder.
“I don’t know what you’re going to do, but you just have to fix this. I can’t keep feeling like this! I hate myself for feeling like this!” Sam screamed, shaking my shoulders. I caught her hands before prying them off my shoulders.
“Get over yourself and stop bothering Chris and me,” I said, clear irritation in my voice.
“Chris? I fucking knew you before Chris! What? I’m not good enough for you?! You fucking fag, I hate you!” she continued screaming, stamping her sandaled feet violently on the floor. Now I knew why she said we should take this discussion elsewhere.
“Calm down and stop screaming, it’s not the end of the world!” I scolded, taking her shoulders in my hands. She fell to her knees, and I followed suit.
“I fucking hate you! Damn it!” She cried hugging me to herself, her shoulders rising with every sob. I never intended my game to end like this, it’s been two years and she’s still helplessly broken.
“Why did you lead me on if you didn’t like me? And you’re doing it to Travis too, aren’t you?” Sam said, pulling herself from me before giving me a nasty look. I shook my head.
“No, I was but I’ve stopped,” I said, sitting on the grass and hugging my knees to myself. Sam has never broken down like that in front of me. It made me feel odd.
“Too bad, the damage is done,” she said waving a hand above her head in a dismissive manner. We sat like that for a while as the parking lot slowly emptied.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Messing with people’s feelings and shit,” Sam said wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Her blue eyes were red at the corners, and her mascara had run lightly, smudging around her eyes.
“I only do that to bring your heads out of the clouds,” I said, getting irritated at her.
“Out of the clouds? Sure I wasn’t the nicest person around—but—but, you could have done that without freaking breaking my heart!” Sam yelled, resting her head on her knees as she continued to cry.
“I don’t understand. They were just kisses, the rejection was only meant to sting you, not turn you crazy,” I said, feeling a bit uneasy. I’d never thought that my games did so much.
“Just kisses? Those kisses meant the world to me — then you just stopped. You just stopped talking to me. I had tried to ask you what happened, and you’d just ignored me. How did you think I was supposed to feel learning that you’re into kissing guys — that you were dating one, huh Alex? I felt broken that’s what!” Sam said, almost choking on her tears.
“I still don’t see the big deal...” I trailed, looking away from the crying mess. Sam was just being a baby.
The crying stopped all of a sudden before I heard Sam get up and sling her designer bag over her shoulder. I looked up at her, it was stern and filled with unspoken hate.
“Well fuck you, Alexander Smith! You’re the fucking worst! Just because you’re so smart that’s why you think you’re above flipping feelings!” Sam yelled, her face turning a mad red before she marched away.
I sighed, looking down at my bag beside me. I still don’t get it. I rubbed my head before sighing again. What in the world have I gotten myself into?
I blinked at the sound of my phone zinging. I searched my bag as it continued to zing restlessly. I finally found it and checked my BBM.
Alex, where the hell are you?
Alex flipping answer me!
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to curse, but where the hell are you?!
So this is how it is isn’t it ;_; you’re ignoring me!
Don’t worry I’ll just find some other friends *sniff* *sniff*
I give you quality drama and you still don’t answer me!
I rolled my eyes at her text and looked towards the parking lot. Her car was still there.
You are an idiot, I’m coming right now.
Where are you?
Look towards the tennis court.
I was in her car in the next five minutes. Paul was in the back seat looking oddly at me and Sky.
“Oh, I’m giving Paul a ride as well,” Sky said, starting the engine. I narrowed my eyes at the kid through the driver’s mirror. He had a big purple bruise forming on the side of his mouth.
“What happened to you?” I asked, turning to face him. He self consciously covered it with his palm whispering an almost inaudible ‘nothing’.
“Bullies, that’s what happened. They won’t leave the poor kid alone, I picked him up hanging from the gym door,” Sky said, pulling the gear to drive. Her revelation made Paul blush lightly before turning away from my gaze.
“But seriously Paul, if you can’t tell your friends in your grade you can tell us, we’re seniors even,” Sky said, driving out the school gaze. Paul nodded looking away from us and out the window.
I turned away saying nothing not less than five years ago I was like Paul; defenseless and at the mercy of bullies in middle school. I tightened my hand into a fist feeling a whoosh of emotion evade me. This is why I started playing my games.