Love Will Tell Us Where To Go

When I first wake up, it takes me a few seconds to remember what happened yesterday. Those seconds were wonderful.

I drag myself out of bed and take a shower. I take longer than necessary.

“What in the world are you doing in there? You’ve literally been in there forever!” Greyson begins knocking, or should I say beating, on the door. My immediate reaction is to snap at him, but I know I have no right.

“I’ll be out in five, seven minutes tops. I promise.” I hear an exaggerated sigh followed by footsteps.

Just as promised, I’m out in five minutes and head to the kitchen for breakfast. “Good morning.” mom says while pouring herself a cup of tea.

“Hey.” I reply. I look around in the fridge before checking out what cereal we have. I really don’t feel like eating much. I decide to have a banana.

“That’s all you’re having?” she asks. I nod in reply.

“Harry, are you alright? You’ve seemed kind of…down lately. Is everything going ok with school? How about Megan? Is she ok?”

I feel a pit in my stomach at the sound of her name. “Umm…well…” I struggle to find the right words to say. I’m really not in the mood to discuss this.

“It’s fine, sweetie. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you ever do, you know I’ll be here to listen.” she gives me a warm smile before hugging me. I may complain about my parents sometimes, but I really am so lucky. Especially compared to…

“You better hurry up before your food gets cold.” I tell her as normal and happy as possible.
“True. Greyson, your dad and I will be going to Elijah’s game later, do you have any plans? You could come if you want.”

“No thanks. I think I’ll just chill around here.”

She tells me she loves me and I tell her I do to before I go back to my room. The rest of the day and night I spend watching television and playing video games. And on Sunday, I do the same thing. I almost grab my guitar and notebook sever times, but I really don’t want a repeat of Friday night.
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I wish I could just skip school today. I mean, I could, but what good what that do me? I’ll have to go back eventually. I’ll have to see her eventually. But who knows, maybe she’ll change her mind if she has to see me everyday.

I prepare myself on the way to her bus stop, but she doesn’t get on. Seriously? Is she just skipping the rest of the year?

She could be home schooled.

No. I have to see her again. I might still have a chance if I get to see her at school.

“Wow, a no show again?” I roll my eyes before looking at Amanda. “Hello.” I say.
She smiles from ear to ear. I just look away.

Luckily Amanda leaves me alone in first period. I take my usual seat and watch all of the chaos around me. No one should be this happy on a Monday morning.

And then I see her. She’s wearing that really soft sweater I love. My heart skips a beat.

Her eyes meet mine for only a second before scanning the room. I already know what she plans on doing, but I can’t help but feel disappointed when she takes a seat far away from me.

How did she…she drove to school. She’s even going to avoid me by not taking the bus.

Class goes by so slow. Between taking notes on math problems I don’t understand and seeing Megan out of my peripheral vision, it’s torture.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I only had to go through this once, but I have every single class with her, plus lunch. Maybe her being home-schooled would have been better after all.

I don’t get away from Amanda as long as I would have liked. Apparently she takes Megan being here but not sitting with me as an invitation for her to take her place.

“I thought math class would never end today.” she says as she nervously plays with the pencil in her hands. She’s done that ever since I’ve known her. I didn’t realize she still did it. I guess that’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed about her.

“Tell me about it.” I reply as I glance at Megan who is sitting by herself. She has her iPod out and is listening to music. She’s hiding it course, but I can tell. Suddenly I’m having a deja vu moment from the first day of school. The day I first talked to her.

The rest of the day goes by so slowly. So does the rest of the week. Each day is just like the one before it. More awkward eye contacts, avoiding, pointless conversations with Amanda, and constantly keeping myself from screaming or running away.

By the time Friday comes, instead of being excited like I normally would be, I feel like I’m going to explode. I need to talk to someone, but the person I want to talk to most is also the person who refuses to even look at me for more than a second.

That’s when it hit me; there are some very important people I have been neglecting a bit ever since I met Megan.

I feel a bit better at the thought of talking to my four best friends. Maybe they can give me some advice. I can literally talk to them about anything. After all, they are like brothers to me.

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