She's Broken and He's Okay

I left you. 

My heart too.

I left my smile.

I left my light.

I left my courage.

All of that with you.

I took no time in moving away. Away from you. Away from your glances across the room. Away from the glares I get from other girls. I move away from my whole life. To a small quaint little town in Georgia. Actually an island. Some where you can't find me. Break my heart all over again. Break my spirit. I told my self not to cry all those nights. To keep myself strong all those days. I willed myself to move on or so I thought.

Alison, adores him. Layloa likes him. I loathe him. I loathe him from across the room. From across the cafeteria. From across my desk. I loathe the way he took my spirit and brook it in half like it was a chewing gum stick. I hate his guts for that. I hate the way he looks at me with these hungry eyes. All the way at his teacher's desk. I hate the way he tricked me into thinking that I was the only one for him. I hate the way I never moved on.

"Calipsi, come down stairs so you can meet the neighbors." My aunt Immy shouted from down stairs. I opened my door slowly and went down the stairs. When I rounded the corner I saw the most handomest boy in the world. He had the Bluest eyes ever and the most prettiest dark brown hair ever. I wasn't gawking though. Not even a bit even though on the inside, I really wanted to run my hands through his gorgeous hair. He chuckled a little.

"Hello deary, this is Mateo, our son." Said the lady in the bunch with her hand extended. I took it and shook it. You know the deal. I shook all of their hand and when I reached the last person I stopped.

"Hello, I am Mateo, I have definetly heard a lot about you." He said with a smirk. I tried a smirk of my own and he chuckled.

"Your smile is quite the spectacle and you are very beautiful." He said. Just then tears welled up in my eyes. I drew my finger to the wet spot and wiped away a forgotten tear. Only Dawson would say it. The b word. He was the only one who'd call me it. I don't know why but I miss him. Mateo frowned.

"Hey are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah fine. Just fine." I say and we walk off into the other room to get dinner started. I sit at the place were my aunt told me to during the dinners.

"So are you excited to be going back to school Mateo?" My Aunty Immy Asked him.

"What teenager isn't?" Mateo said with a sarcastic voice back to Immy and I laughed. I saw his mom kick him in the leg. Either that or they were playing footsies. He was right next to me which made me feel nervous. What made me more nervous was the fact that his hand was inches from my hand which was now drowning in a pool of sweat thanks to the one and only Dawson. We ate dinner quickly and silently. Then when it was over Immy said I had to do the dumb dishes.

"Okay i'll help then." Mateo said. Please say no, please say no.

"No. No guest of mine will wash the dishes! How outragous!" She said and barked out a laugh. I took a breath I didn't know I was holding. I didn't want to be close to him except I did.

"No. She needs help." He said and looked at Immy straight in the eyes. Then her facial expression went from embarrassed to calm even though he DEMANDED that he could do it.

"Okay deary, go straight into the kitchen and wash the dishes then." She said with a dreamy expression. I walked into the kitchen and took the plated to the sink. He had the cups. We washed dishes in silence. 

"So you excited for school?" He asked repeating the question of my aunts with a small smile.

"Yeah I am sooooo looking forward to it." I say. He shakes his head.

"Do you have your schedual yet?" He asks. I shake my head yes.

"Okay well then... it seems we have run out of things to talk about." He says. He walks closer to me. Closer. My body aches for- wait! I am not denying anything but it was to that extreme that I had to stop thinking about boys all together. They were toxic and obnoxious heart stealing people who didn't know what to do with ones heart that when we finally said we loved them they would just dump us on our butts. I moved away from him and his case of the grab hands and walked outside of the kitchen and right behind the thin wall of the living room.

"Immy I think that Mateo can control her." Ammie Brown said.

"Ammie I don't think even Mateo can fix her broken self." My aunt told them.