Dedicated to TaintedRain for the amazing trailer, which is on the side! Trent Harrison is also on the side.
"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion."
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Raindrops are falling from above when I get outside. I know better than to just run to my car because it will only make me more wet. And besides, I like the rain. I love the way the cool raindrops fall on to your skin and clothing and how it sometimes blurs your vision and makes you have to stand there and blink back the water, trying to see again. I love how you feel like you're in some sort of dramatic movie where everything is going wrong and you as the main character has to figure things out. So while you're standing there with water in your eyes, you get an epiphany that changes everything.
Except while I stand there, blinking back the water, no bright idea suddenly pops in to my head and enlightens everything. No, I don't even think. I feel no emotion until I reach my old, sky blue pickup truck my uncle gave to me on my sixteenth birthday. Everything feels numb.
As soon as I'm safe inside my car is the moment all feeling hits me like a pile of bricks. Hurt is what I feel the most. Was I not good enough for him? Too boring? Too ugly? Too... me?
I must lose track of time grieving, because next thing I know the clock inside my car reads ten minutes before school lets out for the day. I decide to get the heck out of there, because if a teacher of mine sees me in the parking lot when everyone should just be getting out of class, they'll be mad. Never once have I cut class before today. And I didn't even mean to cut class today. The reason why I went out to my car in the first place was to clear my head and think if what Maria told me is even possible.
I lower my head and rest it on the steering wheel, closing my eyes in the process. How do I know if that was even Trent? I only saw the back of him and the side of his face. It could've been someone else!
I press my head on to the steering wheel harder in frustration. A honk erupts from it so loud I jerk my head up and jump in my seat, nearly hitting my head on the roof of the car.
Glancing at the glowing numbers on my dashboard, I realize the time again. Only five minutes now. I quickly back out of the parking lot and leave the school.
A few minutes later I pull up in front of the brick building that has a bronze-colored cross right above the entryway. No one else has arrived yet besides the leader, so I sit in my car and listen to the radio until someone pulls in the parking lot. It doesn't take too long, and when I do get out of the car it's only sprinkling softly.
I swing my legs out of the car and step out on the pavement. My car keys are jerked from the ignition and shoved in to my navy blue school bag. Just as I'm slamming the car door, someone taps me on the shoulder.
"Don't hurt me!" I scream as I turn around, obviously forgetting where I am.
He chuckles with an amused expression on his face. "You realize we're in the parking lot of a church and not an ally, right? I don't think any criminal would risk hurting someone here."
"Jeremy," I say warmly, giving him a hug. "You scared me!"
"I know. We should go in, it's starting." Jeremy and I start walking towards the entrance. Suddenly he thrusts his arm out in front of me, making it so I can't go any farther. "Wait," he says slowly, "you didn't lock your car."
Suppressing a laugh because only Jeremy would think of something like that, I rummage around in my bag until I feel the familiar coolness of the keys on my hand. After I press the little lock button and the blue vehicle makes the loud beeping noise, I drop my keys back in my bag and wait impatiently for Jeremy to move his arm.
He drops his arm and reaches out for the door handle. "Extremely."
We walk down the hall to the individual classrooms slilenty. The door to our room, room A16, is opened all the way like it itself is inviting us to come through the doorway and enter the room.
The first thing we notice would be our little group set up in the middle of the room sitting down in a circle on beanbags, chatting away about who-knows-what.
Good, I think, they haven't started yet.
Jeremy grabs a blue beanbag by his friend Kaleb, forcing me to take the white one by Hailey, the most annoying person in existence. Before my butt could even touch the cushion she launches in to a boring conversation about the upcoming dances at our school and I tune her out immediately.