Heal Me

Chapter 6

I walk slowly over to it. I bend down onto the grass, making sure that no one was stirring in the house. 

It seemed to be some type of bracelet. It has dark wood beads with black plastic flowers between them. I wonder who it could belong to? It might belong to Dennis, but he probably wouldn't miss it. 

I pocket the bracelet and head back inside of my apartment complex. My mother's hard at work in the kitchen, making dinner for Dad. I knew he'd probably be coming home in half an hour or so, so I descend into my room, locking the door behind me. 

I sit in my bed, looking out the window that faced the house. I could see his face in my mind, even when I tried to suppress it. The fact that he's drop dead handsome doesn't seem to help either. With that dark black hair and matching eyes, his fit arms. The clothes he wears makes him look so... mysterious. 

I start to get lost in my fantasy before I give myself a pinch. I can not be making googly eyes at someone like that, especially since first and foremost, he's way out of my league. Second, he'd probably start dating the Tyffiny, who made it really clear that she liked him, and third of all, he'd probably start bullying me, like the rest of the school. 

I rest my head against my pillow, too tired to pick up pen and notepad and write, like I usually do at night. I might need to ask Mom for that concealer again, the bruise is fading, but it still might be there by tomorrow. I guess I'll have to wait and see... 

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I wake up from my alarm as one of my hips ache. I get up slowly, rubbing at the spot and realizing that the bracelet in my pocket from yesterday was digging into my hip all night when I rolled over on to it. 

"Damn it." I say, getting up and walking to the bathroom. Today is a shower Day, which means I can actually take a shower today! Hooray. 

I let the water run over me for a full 3 minutes before lathering the soap over my body. It felt so good to actually feel clean, like all your sins have just trickled away into the shower drain.

I dry off and put on a red shirt with blue jeans and crimson sneakers. I notice in the mirror that my bruise if not fully, have mostly went away. I guess I won't need that concealer after all. 

"Emily! Come in here and get your breakfast!"

"Coming." I grumble, fastening my backpack to my shoulders. 

I walk into the living room, picturing the worst smelling glop but instead is surprised to find something that smelled half decent. I walk into the kitchen and see pancakes... Mcdonald pancakes. My stomach growls as I look at the perfection in front of me. 

"Got my paycheck yesterday. Thought I'd switch things up a bit."

"I wish you'd switch things up a little more often." I bubble, sitting down and digging in. Oh my god, complete heaven. 

"Well don't get used to it." 

"Yeah, yeah." After I finish with my breakfast, the bus honks from outside our apartment. I say bye and head out the door. I walk onto the bus, greeting the lady driver as always before sitting at the back. After a minute goes by, I'm confused as to why we aren't leaving yet. 

"Everyone quiet down. The bus didn't break, we're waiting on someone. It says here... a Dennis Mathews?" The Lady Driver announces. 

I swallow slowly. Of course, how could it have slipt my mind that Dennis might be taking the bus too? 

I peer out the window, wondering if he'll ever come out. The bus driver is just about to get going when the front door of the house opens, and out comes Dennis looking as perfect as ever. He's wearing a dark blue shirt, leather pants, and dark ankle boots. Again, I have to stop drooling every time I see him. 

"You're late."

"I'm sorry ma'am." I hear him mumble from the front. 

"Don't try that again or you'll have to be walking yourself to school next time, understand me?" 

He nods and she tells him to go find a seat. My heart races involuntarily as he scans the seats for somewhere to settle.

Most of the students start whispering and moving their things just to make room for him if he'd pick them. Even the cool kids. Well, the cool kids who take the bus. most of the popular kids have parents or someone to pick them to school. Surprisingly he walks right past all of them, descending more and more to the back as the bus starts to move. 

I swallow stiffly, realizing that he might be coming to where I sit alone. I start to freak out. Breathe, breathe. Oh god, my hands are shaking. 

I swallow and look down, and I don't notice until moments later that he passed me and sat at the very back of the bus, putting on earphones and taking out a book. My mouth hangs open as I try to calm myself down. So he just wanted to be alone... huh. I turn my attention to the window instead.

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I walk into first period class and ignore various comments about my appearance that people have time throw at me. 

"She looks like a pig." I hear one of them snark. Wow, so original. Even, I'm not paying attention to them. My mind is on someone else...

Dennis walks in behind a few giggling girls and he sits all the way to the back, refusing to talk to any of them. I know I probably should stop low-key spying on him, but what gives him the right to take up so much of my head space in so little time?  

After a few minutes, the cool kids finally starts bustling into the classroom with their expensive looks and loud voices. And of course, Tyffiny's leading them.

She sits at a desk with a few girls and Brian, who decides to skip their conversation in whole and retire to his phone. Tyffiny doesn't seem to mind because she's giggling with her friend's as she looks behind her... in the direction of Dennis. God damn it.