Chapter Three

“Yes?” I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to know what I did.

He didn’t say anything. He took a deep breath and then started bawling. I blinked. What did I do?

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” He said in between his sobs.

He waved his hand and gestured for me to get out. I stood up and walked out of the room, still confused. Miss Wilson looked at me. She was no longer crying. Her eyes were red and swollen though.

“Sit down. I’m calling the cops.” She said in barely a whisper.

I felt my eyes widen. What? Cops? How could I do something that bad without even knowing I did it? Mikey was really going to kill me. I sat down in a wooden chair which was in the corner of the room. I watched in slight horror as Miss Wilson picked up her phone and dialed a number.

“Go sit in the front of the school.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. I was really, really confused now. If I was some kind of criminal why were they trusting me to go to the front of the school by myself unsupervised? I mean, of course I would do as I was told. But this whole thing was absolutely confusing.

I exited the office and started walking in the direction of the stairs. I needed to go through a couple of hallways then I’d be at a set of stairs. I had to go down two flights to reach ground level. Then I’d go through a couple more hallways. And I’d reach the school’s front doors.

This would be simple. I was the only one out of class. The hallways were empty except me. Footsteps started from behind me. I turned around. A girl launched herself on to me. I fell. She was crying. Why was everyone crying today? I tried to stand up. I couldn’t her arms were locked around me.

After a good five minutes the girl finally released me. I stood up and helped her up. It took me a minute to recognize her. Blonde hair. Brown eyes. Tall. Ghost white face. Swollen red eye lids. Athletic build. She was Mikey’s ex. They broke up like six months ago. She pulled me into a gigantic hug, she was sobbing unevenly.

Her name was Laura, Linda, Lizzy or some L name like that. I couldn’t keep track of all their names. Like I said before, Mikey loves girls and girls love him. Recently he had been enjoying the single life. He could flirt, hug, and hang out with whoever he wanted without having to worry about a jealous girlfriend.

“I… Am… So… Sorry.” L girl sobbed out dramatically.

You should be. You’re wrinkling my clothes and getting me wet. And I don’t know, nor do I care why. I tried to pull away. I couldn’t. This girl was strong.

“If… You need… Anything… I… Am… So here… For… You… Girl.”

I nodded my head like she was making perfect sense. This girl was insane. No wonder Mikey had broken up with her.

“I have somewhere I need to be…” I said quietly.

She let go and nodded her head. I studied her for a few seconds. Black mascara and eyeliner had mixed in with her tears. Her purple eye shadow was smeared too. Normally I guess she’d be pretty. But with running makeup and puffy eyes, well, she looked sort of pathetic.

“Hang in there girl.” She choked out, and if she said anything after that I certainly couldn’t understand her.

I turned around and started walking away. Fast. I was bothered by my cold behavior to her when she was crying like that. But I was bothered even more that she tried to make me her human tissue. I’d be surprised if my clothes weren’t stained with her makeup. Mikey dated a loon and I’m the one who gets to suffer.

I was now heading down the flight of stairs that would take me to ground level. I couldn’t wait to be out of this stupid building. Senior classes started and ended at different times than everyone else, so I’ve seen a couple of them out in the hall way. When any of the girls see me they either stare at me or burst into tears. The guys just glare at me or look away. What did I do? With the way everyone was acting you’d think I killed someone!

There was the door. Finally I could find the cops and stop this stupid guessing game with myself. Even getting harsh stares and having people burst into tears by just looking at you was worse than a lecture and punishment from Mikey. I sighed. Maybe I should call him, was it possible he didn’t know yet?

I pushed on the door ready to face whatever cops were on the other side. I hope they didn’t tackle me or pepper spray my eyes. Whenever they did that to someone on TV it looked like it hurt and it usually messed up the criminal’s clothes. I really wasn’t looking forward to pain or ruined clothes.

“RIA!” I spun around.