Lance.
"Lance, stop."
His pace is too fast for my short legs. I can't keep up with this. I feel his grip on my left arm and this puts me to a stop. We are outside the school building, his hair is messy, almost like he just got out of the shower, he is dressed in his uniform but his tie hangs loosely around his neck. His ears are red, his eyes are blank. I miss seeing his smile, I miss it so much.
"Let me go," I plead desperately in hopes that I could just disappear at this moment.
He doesn't listen. His grip just feels tighter "What is going on babe?" he cries.
Babe?
He has never called me babe. Why is he calling me babe? Things like this just makes this harder. The fact that he is brave enough to call me Babe through all his fears, is overwhelming.
"Nothing," I lie as usual.
Lying has become so easy for me. i am lying to my mother. Lying to my best friends. Lying to myself.
