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Class hadn’t started so
I talked to the back of his head. I gave up trying to talk to the front. “I
want to thank you for helping me out the first day of school. I wasn’t in
trouble or anything, just an ex wanting to talk. I didn’t want to talk and
that’s what you saw ... or heard. How did
you hear me?” I paused for a response but nothing. Thinking back to that day, I
thought it odd that he came out of nowhere and knew I wanted Josh to let go of
my arm. We blended in with the crowd. We weren’t yelling or fighting. To a
passersby, Josh had his hand on my arm.
The grateful teen girl
routine wasn’t working so I went with another approach. “And, by the way, how
did you know I needed rescuing? Or if I wanted rescuing? Maybe I want to get
back with my ex and you ruined it.” I let out a loud huff, hoping he felt my frustration.
“Anyway, I’m not going back to him, in case you’re interested. I have big plans
to get out of this town as soon as I graduate. A boyfriend would complicate
things.” I poked him in the back. “Got it?”
I swear his shoulders
moved up and down with laughter. “What’s your name? First name that is, Mr.
Montgomery.”
He shook his head
slowly back and forth. I couldn’t tell if he found me impossible or was
answering “no”. I poked him once more for good measure and then stopped. Mrs.
Greene walked to the front of her desk. The signal class would begin.
During her lecture, I
obsessed on how to get the guy in front of me to open up. Maybe I should ask
him about his tattoo. It’d make a great conversation starter. So what does XXIX mean? Are you in a cult? A
gang? I chuckled at the thought then frowned. My brother’s out to get you, so watch out. Why did I feel suddenly
protective of Heathcliff?
A better idea hit me. Follow the secretive Mr.
Montgomery. Thank you, Mr. Whitmore, for
issuing my parking pass. I had to wait a few days, but the Jeep now sat
right outside, ready to go at a moment’s notice.
As soon as the bell
rang, I rushed for my locker, forgetting to wait for Ashley. Out of breath, she
caught up with me. “What’s the hurry? Are you meeting Josh? Did he dump Chloe?”
“I’m going to follow
him, Ash.” I stared into my friend’s hazel eyes and saw confusion.
“Josh?”
“No,
Heathcliff,” I whispered and exhaled at the same time.
About the Author:
Born and raised in Northeast Ohio, Nancy currently resides in Mentor, Ohio with her husband and their college-age son, plus a delightfully entertaining lovebird. She secretly wrote short stories as a child, typed them up and put them in a drawer. She'd give anything to see those stories one more time. Her writing is influenced by all the years of working with young people as a teacher and raising her own son. When not writing, Nancy loves to travel with her husband and enjoys a good cup of tea.
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