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We hadn’t talked in three days. Was he mad at me, did he need a bit of a break, was he just pre-occupied?
It was fine, I wasn’t like, co-dependent on him.
I was worried now, his eyes looked sort of red, and he was getting up over and over rather than sitting still. I was still a little worried, but none of his friends were being too weird.
This continued all day, and piqued in the last period. When is eyes were red like the inside of a cherry, and he was fidgeting, up and down up and down relentlessly.
I should have confirmed or at least assumed that something was seriously wrong when he got up and asked the teacher to use that washroom.
“Can I go to the bathroom”
“When hf/n gets back”
He scoffed and turned his head, for his body to fallow, and end up standing at my side.
I was sitting at a table on the end when he leaned down, one hand on the table with the other on the back of my chair.
“Is today a skip day?”
UNNECESSARY INFO
A skip day is a day when he, after school, sneaks to my house, through my window and to my room. It’s called a skip day because when he first came up with the idea, we were listening to the song Hits Different by Taylor Swift and the lyric “skip town like and asshole outlaw” stuck out.
Hence, on the days when he skips town (his house) like an asshole outlaw (great and slightly angsty boyfriend) to come to my house, we came up with a name and a schedule.
My parents are divorced, which for this is handy because he can sneak in often.
I’m with my mum on Tuesday, Wednesday and my dad on Thursday, Friday, while the weekends Saturday Sunday and Monday alternate.
For the two days I’m with my mum, he sneaks in and one of the two I’m with my dad. On weekends, I can normally have him over whenever.
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“It can be, first night with my dad.”
“Kay, I don’t think I’ll be there, or able to come this weekend, I think”
“Ok don’t worry about it, but if something is wrong, tell me ok?”
He didn’t say yes or no, just sighed and walked off. (Oh my angsty boy)
I'm going to talk to him after school or on the weekend, something’s wrong.
Time skip bc I already feel like I’ve written too much.
As soon as I exited school I turned off do not disturb mode in case he called me, he didn’t, even after it had been an hour after school, and I’ve called him 3 times.
He never picked up, not even over the next seven calls, which take us to 8:36pm and it’s getting pretty dark.
If he was coming, it was usually by now.
9pm rolls around, and it’s time to set alarms and read myself to exhaustion.
10:23pm and I’m done, ready to pass out.
Later in the night or nice and early in the morning, I can hear knocking on my window, his knock was on my window.
I’m up opening my blind, and he’s there, crouched down waiting for me to open the window, and let him in.
When I take off the metal/mesh shield and actually open the window, he doesn’t climb down to the window sill, nor he doesn’t take off his shoes to jump onto my bed. He’s just still sitting there, outside in the dark, like an old coat hung up waiting to be used.
I climb out immediately.
The second I feel the grass, I feel him kissing me. That feeling was over before it could properly start, and was replaced with his hand on my wrist, pulling me up with him.
He lets go, and takes off running. I ran after him. He round the corner of a parking lot right outside, I’m beside him when he stops running at the park.
As soon as we’re stopped, I wanted to ask him a billion questions, but I’m not doing that because all I can do is pant. My stamina is ass.
When I do catch my breath, the questions come rushing out like a waterfall.
“Are you ok?!”
“What happened?”
“How did you get here?”
“You didn’t walk here, right!?”
“Did something happen at school?”
“Something happened at school, right?”
“Or before school?”
Out of breath again, he wasn’t the slightest bit winded, just looked down like a wilted flower.
He seemed pretty out of it, till he hugged me, hiding us face in my neck, like a bunny hiding from a fox.
He went almost dead weight, pulling us both to the ground, on our knees, hugging.
“Are you ok?” Calmer now, I lean my head against his.
“No, but better now”