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"He's bad for you."
His statement startles me. But I act like I can't hear him and continue to shift through the papers in my locker. I can see him impatiently staring at me from the corner of my eye.
"Lauren," he says firmly.
Oh god, how I hate hearing my birth name.
"Hmm, what did you say?" He doesn't buy it.
"You heard me."
I close my locker and my eyes lock with his. His face is almost expressionless, but his eyes almost plead with me.
But trust me.
I know. I know Casey isn't good for me, but who really is.
"Ren, listen to me"
I was always listening to him. I never stopped. Every word that comes out of His mouth, i cling to. Every movement he makes I study. Sometimes I feel as if I am a adolescent staring wide eyed and open mouthed at something fascinating. And he truly does fascinate me. From his choice of words to even the hair products he uses. He fascinates me. I can see myself with him. Every part of myself belonging to him.
I almost sound desperate when I say
August takes a deep breath before continuing.
Fight for me please.
"He does not respect you and does not know your worth and you’re going to regret ever meeting him.”
He scoffs and shruggs,
“I don’t even know what to say anymore, Ren.”
You don’t have to say anything.
He speaks his words so firmly yet gingerly, as if trying to tip toe around me, to not anger me.
I'm not mad because I know he's right. And if he is right than that also makes me right. This is something that I've known my whole pointless year of burdening myself with the company of Casey. Except for the two months where I was completely smitten by him. Not because he was sweet or kind or anything, but because he was the exact opposite. He didn't care about anything and I think that was what was thrilling to me.
He has only complicated my life, introducing me to alcohol and wild parties. Let's not forget the time that he slipped a pill into my mouth while we were kissing. Or the time that he slapped me.
I can't say that I was shocked that he hit me. Not the fact that I made him mad but just because thats the type of person he is.
I knew what he was from the moment that I looked into his steel grey eyes, the same eyes that use to make my heart flutter. Now they just make my mouth go dry.
But I could fall in love with the one with eyes the color of the ocean.
I turn my attention back to the mess of things in my locker. I ask casually,
"And why does it matter to you?"
Monroe just stares at me. I cringe internally as I wait for his response.
His mouth parts and he closes it back.
I was wishing to snatch back my words until he said something more profound than I could imagine,
"Because you matter to me."
My hand that was idly sifting through the stacks of papers in my locker froze.
I turn to Him. He was leaning on the wall of lockers. His gaze fell on my face and then to the ground.
If I would have seen Casey waltzing down the hall with his idiot friends I wouldn't have done it. Or maybe I would have just to spite Casey.
I close the door to my locker
I don't know what I was about to say. I didn't have anything to say so I leaned in and kissed August. He stood still for a second, I guess startled. Then he rested his hand on my arm moving it up behind my neck.
It's as if the world froze. Conversations in the hall halted. Students stopped in their tracks.
He parted from me first. Something that I never got from Casey.
August is not like Casey. He isn't invasive.
August looked down at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement and then his gaze flicked up over my head.
A small laugh escaped his mouth.
I looked up at him. From the look on his face I can tell what he saw. Who he saw
I groaned externally.
August has the same quality that attracted me to Casey. He's fearless. The world could be ablaze and they would both still hold their heads high. And thats how I know that none of these two are going to back down from this fight.
"What the heck do you think you're doing, August!?"
I heard his voice before I could see him. Loud and clear.
His timberlands pounded the tile. An accusing finger pointing at August. His friends fall back and look expectantly. Along with everyone else, they were waiting for a fight.
"Casey," I said almost pleadingly. I hated the tone in my voice.
I hated the tone in Casey's even more,
"Shut up, Ren!"
I expected that.
"Hey, don't talk to her like that!" August interjected.
Gasps escape everyone’s mouths. Including mine.
A small smile creeped on Casey's lips.
He was like a hyena being challenged. I bite down so hard on the inside of my mouth I can taste iron.
"Aww, the new kid finally speaks."
I don't even think August expected Casey to slam him against the wall of lockers.
A small noise escapes my mouth.
The doors on the lockers jolt. Casey has one hand gripped on the sleeve of August’s flannel and one arm pinned against his chest.
One students yells, a freshman of course, "punch him already Casey!"
August doesn't move a muscle. He's not a fighter. I can tell by the way he speaks. A jagged breath leaves Augusts’ lips.
Casey stifles a laugh and then regains his composure,
"God, August, didn't she warn you about me?" He mocks with a grin.
August eyes were fixated on the floor, but at this remark he raises his eyes to Casey.
"She doesn’t even talk about you, Casey.”
His voice was calm and low.
At this Casey's smile fades away.
He looks as if he is going to take one last shot at August, but instead lowers his arm and storms away. He doesn't even glance my way. His group of idiots follow as well.
August releases his breathe.
Everyone disperses, murmuring in sheer disappointment.
I’m still holding my breath.
Because I know that this is not the last battle in this war