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Oo you set my soul alight
Oo you set my soul alight
Today he wears the school uniform, but without the blazer, just a white shirt with the tie loosely hanging, and a sleek black bomber jacket over. His black uniform pants are tucked into ankle boots, and his hair looks messy.
I can't get enough of this rebellious look.
But it's not just his messy look that's got me stumbling over my words today, but the fact that he has those round-framed glasses, the same kind he used to wear when we were kids when he read. They suit him so well, I would die to have a picture of him at this very moment. I'd tuck it under my pillow, looking at it until I would fall asleep.
He's got earphones in and is reading a book, and from the looks of the cover seems to be something by Stephen King.
“Good morning, Sami!” I practically jump in front of him, as if I've been waiting just for him, and I radiate energy, offering him a wide smile as if I've just won the lottery and Mom hadn't forbidden me from meeting them just the day before.
“Mornin’,” Samael responds shortly and walks on, completely ignoring me.
I feel a sharp blade piercing my chest, and the fact that Samael doesn't look at me twists that blade even deeper. My smile fades, my palms start to sweat. I inhale deeply, pushing myself to move, to do something. This is perfectly normal. His dad beat him again, his mom's piling on the stress, and my mom just busted him hiding in my closet, making him feel like some criminal. He's going through a tough time right now.
He's got no one.
I want to be the one who stands by his side when there's no one else around.
Sami needs me.
This morning, he was just as distant as usual, as if that kiss from yesterday never even existed.
I'm not mad. It's smart to keep things low-key, especially in the school halls. We don't want any unwelcome attention, so I'll also act like nothing's changed. I'm sure things will go back to normal by tonight.
I'll keep this a secret, and that way, we'll share this secret. It's about us, something only the two of us know about.
I'll admit, the wounded part of me wants to grab his wrist, turn him around, and ask what last night meant to him, but I end up not doing anything. I’m so tense, but my weaker side surrenders all too quickly, my shoulders slump, and I'm swallowed by an ocean of disappointment as Samael strolls into the classroom, and I miss my one shot.
He didn’t even look at me. He didn’t even glance for a second in my direction, and that hurts more than his icy demeanor.
But I can’t chase after him forever. I can't bring myself to confront Samael, or anyone for that matter.
No, Rebecca!
It's not about him not caring, it's cause we are at school, I mentally pep talk myself, shaking my head to clear away the conflicting thoughts.
I'll wait until tonight. For now, I make my way to my classroom, pulling a juice box out of my backpack.
“Oh, Saza!” I wave to my best friend, who walks past me to class without looking, her gaze fixed on the ground.
What on earth was that?
Saza is, pretty much, my one and only true friend. We've been tight since the first grade and stuck together right into high school. I'm not exactly the most popular girl in school. Actually, I'm not even the most popular girl in my class. Who'd want to be friends with the preacher's daughter, the nickname they gave me?
Living like a saint isn't fun, it's more exciting to sin.
That's how people my age think, but I've got to hold back and remain a role model for the community.
I wonder if Saza's got earbuds and that’s why she didn’t hear me. There’s no real reason for her to stop talking to me.
“Hey,” Manasseh pops up out of nowhere behind me, and I wonder how long he's been hovering there, like a shadow.
I'm guessing he's the reason Saza kept her distance.
She likes him, she’s insane!
