Fall For You - November 30, 2010

  I walked down the halls of our school, St. Francis West High School, ignoring the stares, the whispers surrounding the halls that morning. I looked up as I stepped in front of my locker to find someone standing there. It was Thomas, Thomas Anderson, my ex boyfriend as of last night. I already knew that they entire school knew what had happened between us. They were there when it all took place, the moment that I caught Thomas cheating on me. I had been warned, not to date the captain of the football team but I never listened, thinking that he might, just might, be different from all the other jerks out there. But of course once again, I was proved wrong. I went against the girl code, of dating one of my best friends ex, and now I regret doing so. She had always been there for me, always told me that he wasn’t worth my time. Every time I was with him though felt like a fairytale moment, with him being my prince in shining armour.  I snapped back in reality when I felt movement in front of me.
    “What do you want?” I said sourly, hatred clear in my voice.
    “Babe-” he started to say before I cut him off.
    “Don’t call me that” I spat out furiously.
    “Look, she kissed me, I’m your boyfriend why don’t you trust me?” he said, as if it was my fault.
    “Don’t you dare try to turn this on me, when you know it was your fault? And if she kissed you, you didn’t have to kiss her back but you did.” I shouted at him.
    Suddenly I felt a crowd starting to form from the corner of my eyes. I pushed him aside, with all the strength in me, opened my locker , took my books out and walked away, stopping only to close my locker, and then not looking back once.

    She walked away again from me, why did it feel like it had happened one too many times. I was tired of it. I slammed the closet locker to me, in frustration. Every time, she walked away, it felt like a stab, a deep stab. She didn’t know half the stuff that happened last night. She wouldn’t listen to any one that gave my side. But I couldn’t help but follow her every time. I was whipped, whipped badly, I had already been told that numerous times. It took me forever just to get her to go out with me and then I had to ruin it in just one night. Emily was a complete slut and everyone in the school knew it. So when she knew I was taken she pounced on me. Knowing that I had a girlfriend, but it’s not the first time she’s down a thing like this. But I had to make it right with bridge, I just had to. I love...no I couldn’t. I’ve never loved any girl. I’m most definitely not in love with Amelia, but oh the way her smile is so full and can make any other person smile. The way she holds my hand, kisses my cheek, the way she’s always there. Oh god, what is wrong with me? I need to get her back, no matter what. I walked down the halls of our school towards my class.

    I sat on her the floor, in front of my locker staring out in space with tears slowly falling down my cheek. I sat in an empty hallway filled with dead silence as I heard my own quiet sobs. I had to let it out, I couldn’t cry at home otherwise my parents would worry over me; school was the one place I never wanted to show my weakness. But today it was different; I had been broken, completely broken into a million pieces that I couldn’t find anymore. It was as if they had broken into a darkened room with no light. Just moments ago, I had been called up to the principal’s office. I walked down the hallway leading towards his office, puzzled and scared at what he wanted. I passed the secretary, who told me to go straight in, giving her a slight nod of acknowledgement. I turned the door knob slowly and carefully, letting myself take a step in the room.
    “Ah, Ms. Milson, come in, I’m afraid I have some bad news. Sit down please.” The principal said, calmly while pointing towards a brown leather chair in front of his desk, unaware of the panic inside me.
    “What’s wrong sir?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady and I played with a ring on my finger, circling it around my finger where it held loose.
    “I don’t know how to tell you this...” he trailed off as if trying to gather the right words. “You’re parents passed away in a car crash this morning.” He whispered, looking down at his table, fidgeting with his fingers. He paused when not hearing a reaction and looked up to find Amelia in complete shock, not moving one muscle, nothing. “Ms. Wilson, are you alright? I know this must be an awful time for you but we at this school are here for you. We will support you.” He said, giving her a concerning look.
    She looked away, and slowly stood up from her sitting position on the seat. She pushed the chair back slightly, looking up at the principal. “I’ll be fine” she said, her voice cracking, tears starting to form, her breathing uneven. She ran out of the room before the principal could utter another word. Five minutes later, she found herself in front of her locker, sitting down, crying her eyes out. She felt movement beside her and looked up, with her make-up running down her cheeks, her eyeliner, mascara smudged for wiping her eyes, she would never let anyone see her like this but right now she couldn’t care.
    “Amelia, what’s wrong?” Thomas whispered to her, concern, worry clear in his eyes. When I didn’t respond, he continued. “If someone hurt you, I swear I’ll-” I cut him off with the hand gesture.
    “I’m not hurt physically.” She said as she tried to calm herself down. “But not emotionally” she said, bursting out crying again unable to hide it from him.
    “What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” He said, sitting down next to her, moving his hand underneath her chin to make her look at him despite her efforts to look away.
    Suddenly, she remembered what he had done and quickly stood up, watched him do the same, roughly wiping away the remaining tears. “No Tom, actually I don’t know if I can tell you anything anymore. Seems like just another person wanting to hurt me, first you then god. What have I done that He’s making me go through this all alone.” She said, sobbing again, she looked away from him in hope to stop crying.
    He walked in front of her again and put his hands on her cheek leaning it. “You have everyone, never think you’re alone, cause I will always be here for you till the moment I die and so will your parents” he said, unaware of what had recently happened.
    “But that’s the thing; they’re not even here anymore.” She said, realizing that she couldn’t stay in school and she had to get out. “I have to go” she muttered and ran out of school without giving Tom the chance to respond.

    “What did she mean by ‘they’re not even here anymore’ of course they were” Tom thought to himself. Then as if a lightning bolt hit him, he realized that something was very wrong and those tears weren’t only about him. He ran out of the school, frantically looking around him, trying to figure out where she could have gone. He walked completely out school sitting on the shade of a tree.
    He sat there trying to figure out where she could have gone, when he saw a boy and girl across the street climbing a tree house. He smiled at the memory of him and Amelia doing the same. He eyes widened as he realized where she was. He sprung up and raced towards his house. His house and Amelia’s house were right next to each other.  At the end of their back yards, they had a point where a tree house was made just for the two of them. It was their prime make-out spot during their relationship.
    Seven minutes later, he arrived at his house, he ran to his back yard through the side gate, quickly climbed up the ladder. He stood in the tree house and fell, out of breath. He saw Amelia’s eyes grow of shock and then watched her scurry over to him, worried. He closed his eyes and hatched up a plan in his head.
      “Tom, Tom” she repeated over and over again in fright, worry, panic, tears. “Tom wake up, open your eyes.” She said, on the verge of crying.
    I almost opened my eyes when I heard the sound of her sobs but held myself still. I felt her shake me furiously. She put her head on my chest and I felt her tears go through my white v-neck shirt. I was about to get up when she started talking.
    “Tom why do you have the power to break me, I really loved you, I thought that maybe, just maybe, you may be different then they all play you out to be. But of course instead I ended up getting my own heart damaged. Katie told me, I should have listened to her but no I was too madly in love with you to listen to her.” she paused. “I just assumed she was jealous. I just don’t know anymore Tom. My parents died today, car-crash. That’s why I was crying” she started crying again, it sounded painful and even more painful that I wasn’t doing anything to help it. “I don’t care if we’re not together, actually I do, but I’d rather have you here then not have you at all. Please don’t leave me Tom, I need you know more than ever, please don’t” she whispered against my ear and trailed her lips across my cheek and kissed me around my lips. Slowly her lips found mine and she kissed me. It felt so good to have her in my arms again. I opened my eyes and kissed back with the same passion. She instantly pulled away.
    “Tom, you’re okay!” she said, raising her voice just a little.
    “I’m not going anywhere.” He said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her in. “I’m never going to leave you, ever.” He whispered against her lips and slowly and gently kissed her, the kiss becoming more and more intense.
    They both pulled away after a little while. “Promise?” she whispered, biting her lower lip.
    “Forever and always baby, you were always mine and always will be mine.” He said, leaning down to kiss her again


-Sania Sahgal