I Can Love, But I Need His Heart [2]

Second period arrived after my stint in the office and I stood to go to class. In the hallway I could feel eyes all over me, had word already spread? Possibly, I moved quickly just in case. This time I didn't see Micheal at the door, probably because it took longer to get upstairs from the office than from the journalism room. I told myself not to be disappointed, that at this time perhaps more than any I needed to get over this stupid high school infatuation.

Still, my spirits took a nose dive off what I thought had been the lowest I could be. I was being ridiculous, this was just a crush, nothing more, and disappointingly nothing less. I needed to get over this, to move on, so on and so forth. I wanted to be free of this weight that Micheal was on me. I would probably just float right into the air if I could just get over him!

I slid into my desk and noticed Becky staring at me openly. That could only be bad. She stood and stalked straight to me, cracking her gum loudly she questioned,
"So, Michelle. You can totally spill to me, who is it?" She had definately chosen the wrong time to do this.
"Becky, I don't trust you as far as I could throw a rabid rhino, so in short, I will tell you who I wrote that letter about when Hell freezes over."
"So you're not telling me?" she asked curling her finger in her hair.
"Tell you what, you can go to Hell, and if it's cold there, you just come right on back and I'll tell you then."
"What if it isn't?"
"Then stay down there and annoy someone else." She opened her mouth, no doubt to say something else completely brainless, but the bell rang and she scuttled to her seat.

I was glad for the mindless dribble that the history teacher offered. I loved history and did not have to concentrate at all. Once again I could zone out. My mind floated to Micheal, and I soon fought to stay grounded in the classroom. He was nearby, somewhere in the school, all too easily I could imagine walking to the door and seeking him out. I never actually would of course, but I let the fantasy play for a few dangerous minutes. Then I mentally slapped myself and paid attention to every fact spelled out before me.

The period dragged out, dangerously close to driving me insane, and I was half through tapping the entire beat of a McFly song when the bell rang. Gratitude soaring through me I stood to gather my things and headed for the door. Micheal was waiting just outside the door frame. I nearly fell when I saw him, then nearly had a heart attack when he smiled, waved at me, and began to follow me.
"How's it going?" he questioned softly.
"Erm-it's okay," I said clutching my books tighter than usual.
"So history didn't bore you to death?" His smile was all too easy to fall into, I was loving this.
"No, I just thought about music."
"Really? Anyone I know?"
"Maybe..McFly?" I shot a sideways glance at him. If he knew who they were I may have fainted right then.
"Hmm, doesn't bring anything immediately to mind," he muttered after a moment. "Maybe I should check them out."
"Yeah, they're pretty cool." We walked without talking for a while, I was forced to wonder when he had learned my schedule, then I started to get a bit creeped out.

"Not to be rude or anything," I said, then hesitated.
"Yes?"
"Um, why are you suddenly talking to me?"
"Easy enough. When I read that piece of yours I was just astounded. You have all these amazing emotions going on in you and I don't even know you. Then I realized that I wanted to. You think about more than crap like the Hills or Hollister, which is amazing."
"Um," I hesitated again, "You wear Hollister." He looked stunned for a couple seconds, looked down at his torso and then met my eyes again.

"Yeah, well...peer pressure and all that." I tilted my head at him.
"So, say that a Hollister gift card were floating on top of a river. Would you jump in for it?"
"Depends, how deep is this river?"
"100 feet," I threw out.
"I would have to say..." He drifted off and I found myself wanting to hear the answer, but we had reached the door of my next class. I frowned as the bell rang. "Shit, I'm late. I'll see you soon Michelle." He paused, as if he wanted to say more, but turned instead heading for his own classroom. With a resigned sigh I entered the room. He was far too distracting.