A week pass and you and Michael say nothing to each other. He
tried to start a talk with you but you walk away from him. You didn't want more
lies.
You were in a school room, reading a book. You didn't wanted
to study in your room because of Mike.
"Why is this beauty hiding in the lonely darkness." a voice come from the door.
You look up.
"Hello, Jason." you spoke.
He sit on the chair in front of you and turn to see what are you doing.
"I'm sorry." he whisper.
"There is nothing to be sorry for." you say.
"You really fall for him, right?"
"No!" you jump.
"There is nothing to hide from me. If you like, I'll not tell him..."
"I will never, ever, love some jerk like him!"
"Sometimes, love don't..."
"I don't love him, Jason!"
"Late at night, when he was gone... where you alone... where you looking at his
bed waiting for him to come and stop the pain of the loneliness?"
You look down. "Yes." was the word that came out of your mouth.
"Were you worried for him? Were you having fun more with him, than with any
other with us?"
"Yes." you say and cover your face with your hands. "I'm such an idiot."
You fill a hand on your head.
"What to do, Jason?"
"Don't tell him... at least not now."
You look at him.
"What?" you ask. This wasn't the thing you were expecting to hear.
"He have a big ego and thing started to get easy for him, and the fact that one
girl in school is not like the others, make him want her even more."
You look down. Did you really wanted that? Did you wanted his attention? Your
eyes fill with tears again.
"He will never be interested in a girl like me."
"No, you are wrong. The things that make you different make you more wanted."
"I'm not beautiful or elegant or with perfect body like the rest of the
girls..."
"You don't need to be perfect to make a guy love you..."
"A perfect guy like a perfect girl."
"Michael may be everything but not perfect."
You look at him again.
"Even he has his weak points. He is not perfect at everything."
"In what is not good?"
"Basketball." Jason laugh. "In American football, in arts, in..." he stop and
look at your red eyes. He brash away the tears from your face and spoke: "He is
not good at seeing the real feelings of woman." he gave you a handkerchief.
"Come with me. I think you and him have a little work."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, don't tell me you forgot about the shopping for Christmas."
You jump from the table.
"Yes, I'm sorry!" but then you sit back down. "But I have to do it with him. And
he will want to talk, and... what if I say I love him."
"Who you love?" another male voice enter the room. You both look at the owner.
It was Raphael.
"Never mind..." you say and stand up. You start to take your books, but Jason
take them.
"I'll walk you to the room." he say.
"No thanks. I'll be fine."
"You love Mike?" Raphael come near you.
"Is it so obvious?" you ask.
"No. Just a lucky guess." Jason say.
Raphael take the stuff from Jason.
"Let's go, Tommy."
He don't even wait for you, and walk ahead.
On the way you don't speak. He didn't look really happy, he
was more angry or something.
You enter the room. Mike was laying in his bed, looking at the football ball in
his hands. Raphael leave the books on your bed and turn to Mike: "You are
getting ready for the mach?"
"I don't need to get ready. I'm perfect." he say cold.
"I never got your problem, Michael Williams and I think I'll never will." Raphie
say and leave.
Now you and Mike were alone in one room. You were waiting for him to start but
he didn't. He was just playing with the ball in his hands. You don't wait a
minute longer and enter the shower. You fill the tub and enter. You were
thinking how you can spend a how day with him. why was it so painful? You didn't
knew. Was it because you loved him or for some other reason?
Continue in the result...
Suddenly you here the door open. You though you look it.
Michael enter the bathroom with a hair in his hand. You jump and grab your
towel. He put the chair in front of the tub and take the towel from your hands.
"Michael Williams! Get out!" you scream, trying to cover your body. Good thing
there was bubbles.
"Shut up and listen." he say cold and sit down on the chair. "If you don't want
to listen to me, I'll make you listen."
"Get out!"
"When I say everything, then I'll leave you. I don't want you to talk to me,
just hear what I want to say."
He was looking you in the eyes. He was serious.
"I didn't want to hurt you. If I tell you I didn't mean it, I'll lie to you. At
first I thought you are spoil brat, the little princess that get everything from
her rich father. First I push you away, 'cause I thought you are like Alexandra,
but I was wrong. As more I spend my time with you, I see I'm wrong and was
starting to fill guilty about my thoughts. If you don't want it, just say it.
I'll do nothing against your will."
He look at you for a half a minute and stand up. He took the chair in one of his
hands and through the towel in your hands. Before he exit the bathroom he turn
to you, say "I don't need the 40 points." and leave.
"40 points?" you think. You take the towel, cover yourself and go out. He
was just about to sit on the bed, when you run out. He turn to see what you
want.
"40 points? I thought I was 20."
"There are bonuses. The points get double on New Years Eave and your or mine
Birthday." he explain.
"If you don't need the 40 points then why...?"
"Because I wanted to prove something... or something like that." he look down.
"Prove what? To who?"
You feel that just thinking of the answer was making him angry.
"Michael..." you touch his face, but he push your hand back.
"It's nothing that you will understand, Thomson." he say angry and lay down on
his bed. "Dress up, we got shopping to do."
"Maybe Jason is right. He is not perfect, but in my eyes he is."
