Like A Stone: Chapter 5

    As our lips made contact with one another, I could feel the warm sensation of her touch. This was so sudden and my mind went blank. What could I do? What... what... what is she doing? I gently pushed Clare back. The look in her eyes, she was confused. She... didn't expect this? Or she didn't count on this. "What are you doing?"

    "That was called: a kiss." Clare said, as if I didn't know that. "It's something people do when they like one another." The wind blew, and some strands of hair fluttered on her face.

    Before I knew it, my hand moved the hair. "A bit of warning would've been nice."

    She giggled, "Was that your first?" Her words... they wound me so. A short silence came, and then Clare began to laugh. "It was, wasn't it?"

    Keeping my composure, I replied, "That's beside the point."

    Clare then pointed and laughed, "Your face is red! You're embarrassed!"

    "Am not." I protested.

    "Oh, you so are!" She teased.

    We went back and forth like that for a little while. It seemed that somehow, we reverted back to our childhood days. When everything settled down, both of us sat on the bench once again. We were laughing. I was laughing. Clare has entered my life once again and everything seemed like a dream. But this is reality. There's always a dark corner somewhere within the light, as I soon found out.

    At school the next morning, instead of going to homeroom I was dragged to Mr. Everette's "special writing room". There I was, sitting in a small, four wall room where I could spit from one end to the other and still hit the wall. At first, it was just me. I was alone in this room. Nothing was in here besides the chairs, and table. Absolutely nothing to distract myself with. As any psychologist will tell you, the human mind begins to panic when isolated. I bet that was his plan. To quarantine me, and break me. Little did Everette know, I was use to seclusion.

    After a half an hour Everette entered the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting." You ran out of patience, didn't you? "I asked you here today because it's a matter that involves me."

    "I refuse to join in your damn after school activity. How many times do I have to say it?" I knew that wasn't the real reason, but I had to humor him. Something else is going behind the scenes in this little theatrical school, and I want to know what it is.

    He chuckled, like a swine. "This has nothing to do with that." He then looked at me. Those eyes... they disgust me. "This does however, have everything to do with my sister and your involvement with her."

    "She ain't your sister anymore."

    "Ain't?" Everette echoed, and then laughed once again. "You're a great writer, why are you using such adverse vocabulary?"

    I raised an eyebrow at him, "You aren't worthy of my words."

    I saw him flinch. That pushed him buttons. "Well, you're a little arrogant."

    "What can I say, I learned it from my favorite teacher Mr. Everette." I then stood up and began walking out the door, but Everette stopped me with one statement.

    "If you intend to be with Clare, you'd best be prepared."

    Before leaving I had a warning of my own, "If you intend to stand in my way, you'll face the spleen, wrathful, fury that I can bestow upon any who dares to cross me."

    "I was worthy of your words it seems." He smiled, as he should. That was a privilege.

    "Everybody gets one." I then took off. The day would be long and unforgiving.

    The traffic has gotten worse. Everyone in Chicago was excited for the Christmas show in Millennium Park. We were barely moving. I was too reluctant to do anything. After all, Saint Harris Hospital was still a two hour walk. I think it'd be faster to sit here and contemplate.