Micah and I began hanging out a lot at school. He didn't have anyone to sit with at lunch either, so we joined each other. Within a month, he became my best friend. He was like a big brother I guess. He was always there when I needed him, and he didn't mind me blabbering on and on about things. Micah's very funny too. Ты couldn't help but laugh at his jokes или facial expressions he made.
***
One morning, I was already late for school, and I managed to piss off Dad. Long story short, I went to school with a black eye. The teacher didn't ask. I've come to school many times with something bruised, bleeding, или broken that they don't notice much anymore. Plus at PT conferences, Dad would always say what a klutz I am.
I didn't see Micah until lunch, and he had a fit.
"Whoa! What happened?!" he asked. I shrugged it off. "Seriously, Alessa. What the hell happened?" he demanded.
"It's not big deal. It's just a black eye," I said. The fact that he kept staring at me was making me uncomfortable. I pulled my капот, худ up and stared at the table.
"That's not nothing," he said. I ducked my head more. "Alessa. Please tell me?" My head snapped up and I spoke through clenched teeth.
"I сказал(-а) it's nothing, ok?!" His jaw clamped shut, and his eyes became guarded.
"Ok," he said. His gaze dropped to the table, and his lower lip quivered just a tiny bit. I sighed, and reached across the таблица to put my hand over his.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. He shrugged.
"'Guess it's none of my business," he smirked. I pursed my lips, but kept the shape of a smile. I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of what he might do. Even though I knew him only a month, I'd already learned that Micah was very protective. Last week he seemed like he was going to rip a guy's head off when he waved mockingly at me and сказал(-а) "Hey there, Эмо kid!" It was frightening, but sweet I guess...
And I didn't want Micah getting all pissed off at something he couldn't fix. What could he do? Beat up my dad? There's a thought... But seriously, there was nothing Micah could do. I just kept telling myself it was for the best he didn't know.
***
I brushed my hair out of my face, and breathed in the cool, slightly revolting, lake air. Micah sat Далее to me on the bench, and smiled. School had gotten out just over an час ago, and instead of going straight home, I decided it wouldn't hurt to hang out with Micah for a while. Somehow, we got on the topic of relationships.
"I'm terrible at dating," I laughed bitterly. I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, laying my cheek on my knees. Micah cocked his head, confused. "My last boyfriend cheated on me." Micah frowned.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he сказал(-а) quietly. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying not to think about Bryant. My eyes shot open when I felt something around me. Micah leaned over and had his arms around me in an awkward but nice hug.
"If it helps, that guy was a real dumbass for giving Ты up," he said. I smiled.
"Thanks..." I said, my cheeks starting to burn. I unfolded my legs and arms, and Micah released his hug. He cleared his throat, and put his arm around the back of the bench. My сердце started to pound, and I didn't need a mirror to know my cheeks were probably вишня red.
"Alessa," Micah began. Oh, crap. I couldn't do this now. What if he wanted to go out?! He's like a brother to me! How weird would that be to дата your brother?! But maybe I could learn to Любовь him еще than a brother... My head started to spin, and I jumped out of my seat.
"Oh my gosh... Uh, I gotta get home, my parents are gonna flip," I сказал(-а) quickly. He looked taken off guard, but understanding.
"Uh, sure. Ok," he said, standing up. He walked me back home, and we hugged real quick before I went back into the house. I prayed that Micah would be out of earshot before Dad let loose. He did thankfully, and good thing too. I got a bloody nose that night, I was also thankful that it wasn't broken.
That night, while I held yet another bloody tissue to my nose, I tried to think things over. Maybe Micah hadn't tried to ask me out. What if he just wanted to talk about something else? I instantly felt a wave of guilt. I'd ask him about it tomorrow.
Maybe.
***
One morning, I was already late for school, and I managed to piss off Dad. Long story short, I went to school with a black eye. The teacher didn't ask. I've come to school many times with something bruised, bleeding, или broken that they don't notice much anymore. Plus at PT conferences, Dad would always say what a klutz I am.
I didn't see Micah until lunch, and he had a fit.
"Whoa! What happened?!" he asked. I shrugged it off. "Seriously, Alessa. What the hell happened?" he demanded.
"It's not big deal. It's just a black eye," I said. The fact that he kept staring at me was making me uncomfortable. I pulled my капот, худ up and stared at the table.
"That's not nothing," he said. I ducked my head more. "Alessa. Please tell me?" My head snapped up and I spoke through clenched teeth.
"I сказал(-а) it's nothing, ok?!" His jaw clamped shut, and his eyes became guarded.
"Ok," he said. His gaze dropped to the table, and his lower lip quivered just a tiny bit. I sighed, and reached across the таблица to put my hand over his.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. He shrugged.
"'Guess it's none of my business," he smirked. I pursed my lips, but kept the shape of a smile. I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid of what he might do. Even though I knew him only a month, I'd already learned that Micah was very protective. Last week he seemed like he was going to rip a guy's head off when he waved mockingly at me and сказал(-а) "Hey there, Эмо kid!" It was frightening, but sweet I guess...
And I didn't want Micah getting all pissed off at something he couldn't fix. What could he do? Beat up my dad? There's a thought... But seriously, there was nothing Micah could do. I just kept telling myself it was for the best he didn't know.
***
I brushed my hair out of my face, and breathed in the cool, slightly revolting, lake air. Micah sat Далее to me on the bench, and smiled. School had gotten out just over an час ago, and instead of going straight home, I decided it wouldn't hurt to hang out with Micah for a while. Somehow, we got on the topic of relationships.
"I'm terrible at dating," I laughed bitterly. I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, laying my cheek on my knees. Micah cocked his head, confused. "My last boyfriend cheated on me." Micah frowned.
"Oh. I'm sorry," he сказал(-а) quietly. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying not to think about Bryant. My eyes shot open when I felt something around me. Micah leaned over and had his arms around me in an awkward but nice hug.
"If it helps, that guy was a real dumbass for giving Ты up," he said. I smiled.
"Thanks..." I said, my cheeks starting to burn. I unfolded my legs and arms, and Micah released his hug. He cleared his throat, and put his arm around the back of the bench. My сердце started to pound, and I didn't need a mirror to know my cheeks were probably вишня red.
"Alessa," Micah began. Oh, crap. I couldn't do this now. What if he wanted to go out?! He's like a brother to me! How weird would that be to дата your brother?! But maybe I could learn to Любовь him еще than a brother... My head started to spin, and I jumped out of my seat.
"Oh my gosh... Uh, I gotta get home, my parents are gonna flip," I сказал(-а) quickly. He looked taken off guard, but understanding.
"Uh, sure. Ok," he said, standing up. He walked me back home, and we hugged real quick before I went back into the house. I prayed that Micah would be out of earshot before Dad let loose. He did thankfully, and good thing too. I got a bloody nose that night, I was also thankful that it wasn't broken.
That night, while I held yet another bloody tissue to my nose, I tried to think things over. Maybe Micah hadn't tried to ask me out. What if he just wanted to talk about something else? I instantly felt a wave of guilt. I'd ask him about it tomorrow.
Maybe.