My everything

Abby's POV: Hello, my name is Abby Lee. I am a typical eighteen-year-old girl. I started my senior year in high school. That means after a couple of months, I will graduate. I have a lot of time until this happens. In my school, there are students of any type. There is an emo group. Of course, we have the popular. Luckily, none of them is mean. They don't talk with everyone, but that's it. Also, we have bad guys. Well, some of them are trying to be. Let's say that they have skipped classes and talked back to teachers. For me, that is not being a bad boy. I haven't heard any of these guys have done something terrible outside school. The other thing is that they don't fight. After all, I have heard what bad boys do. At some point, I'm glad we don't have them in school. I know they like to play with good girls. I should admit that for the past year, one boy and I have been playing games with each other. Mostly it was looks, winks, and smirking from his side. I have no idea why we did that, but it's fun. Some girls were looking at me. I don't like this boy, but this was funny for me. It's only a game. That's why we never had a proper conversation. I don't know anything about him. Maybe that is better. I don't have a reputation in this school, but I want to stay on the right way. Otherwise, my parents won't be happy. Well, me, either. I don't want to get in trouble. For now, this boy didn't do anything. I think he didn't notice me, but I like that. It will be better if nothing happens. I won't lie. He is one good-looking boy. I don't know if he goes to the gym, but he has the needed look. That's why girls are checking him out all the time. Once, they got upset because, according to them, he was flirting with me. I want to believe it, but I can't. I hope that this will never come true. For now, I don't want to have any relations with him. It's another school day. I better get ready. Last week, I woke up late one day and had to do everything in a rush. Imagine that you have to eat a whole sandwich for five minutes. I want to enjoy my breakfast. I had an alarm but decided that five more minutes won't do any harm. I will never do this again. Luckily, my parents come to check on me. Otherwise, I would've skipped the first class. That is not something I don't want to happen on any occasion. I better get up with my alarm and not shut it down. I woke up and checked my phone. It was 6:45. I woke up early, but that's ok. That way, I will have enough time to get ready. Also, to eat my breakfast. I got dressed and walked into the bathroom. When I was ready, I walked into the kitchen. It looks like today's chef will be my dad. He loves to experiment and cook random things. Somehow, they always end up delicious. I sat down and received a plate. I wonder what that is. Well, it looks good. - That is a burrito made from eggs, sausages, and cheese. - It looks good, dad. - Thanks. It's another experiment. - I see. - I said and took a bite - Well? - That is good. I think you should cook more often. - Good morning. What are you eating? - mom asked - Dad's burrito with eggs, sausages, and cheese. - Can I try it? - I will serve it for you. - my dad said and put a plate in front of my mom - It looks good, chef. - Try it. You have to let your man cook more often. - I have no problem with that. After breakfast, I walked to school. The hall was almost empty. Where is everyone? I checked my phone. We have twenty minutes until the first class. Soon, the boy came. Luke Adams. I hope that he won't notice me. Remind me not to talk so fast. He passed by me and winked at me. I guess the games will continue. It's not like I mind. I have fun playing them. - What is going on between you two? - Jenny asked - Nothing. - Are you sure? - Yes, I am. All of this is only a game. There is nothing between us. - I don't think he knows it. - The problem is not mine. The bell started ringing, and I walked to class. I was on the second row next to the window. I have literature, and we are talking about a book. I read it last week. It wasn't my favorite one, but it was good. Soon, Jenny gave me a note. - Why are you giving me this? You can talk to me. - I whispered - It's not from me. Danny told me it was for you. - Was it from him? - No. I looked at the note. There was no name. I guess the message will tell me who sent it to me. It's better to ignore it and focus on the lesson, but I'm curious. Hello. How is my favorite player? I slightly look around until my eyes landed on him. I should've known. Luke is the only one who can write this. He looked at me and winked. I am so responding to that. It's game on. She is good. Why don't you pay attention, hot boy? Like that, we started texting. Luckily, the teacher didn't catch us. I don't want to get in trouble. I see that Luke likes playing the game. I hope that is a game. As I have said, I don't want to mess with him. On the lunch break, I went to eat. Now I wish my dad had made me lunch. His experiments in the kitchen are good. I took mashed potatoes and meatballs. I was peacefully eating alone when someone decided to ruin this. You can guess who this was. I ignored him and continued eating. This boy won't give up. - What? I want to eat. - Calm down. I only came for a visit. - Ok, you did it. Can you leave me alone? - Why? I am having fun. - Luke said and caressed my cheek with his thumb - Look, all of this is a game. I don't want anything with you, so you better stay away. - I said and removed his hand - Who hurt you? - What? No one. If you don't plan to eat, leave. - Ok, ok. I won't bother you. Will you stop being mad at me? - I'm not mad at you. Only annoyed. - Where is the difference? - You are unbelievable. - Thanks. The rest of the lunch break was quiet. It would've been better if he didn't always look at me. I don't know what he wants from me. I asked, but there was no answer. It's better if I don't know. After the last class, I took my things and went home. Well, the moment I walked out of school, someone followed me. You have to be kidding me. I won't have peace from him today. - Can I help you? - No, but I can. - Yeah, no. What do you want? You are in a playful mood all day. - I love our games. - I hope you know it's only that. - Are you sweet like honey, because I can call you like that all the time. - That is the worst pickup line I have ever heard. - I said, chuckling - Are you free, because I can pay you to be with me. - Please, stop. It only gets worse. - If you give me a chance, I will teach you to dance. - What do you want? - You. - Huh? Luke didn't say anything and kissed me. What the heck? That is supposed to be a game. The problem is that I kissed back. Damn it. That feels good. I hate him so much right now. He put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. I have to pull away, but I can't. I have never kissed a boy before. I had multiple chances but didn't use them. Soon, he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk. Luke deserves me to slap him, but I won't do it because I don't know what will happen to me. - Why? - Why what? - Don't play games. I'm serious. - Don't be mad. It doesn't suit you. - I told you it was a game! Why can't you understand this? I don't want to mess with you! - Am I that bad? - Yes, you are. You might like getting in trouble, but I don't. - You are mad, aren't you? - Of course, I am. - You could've slapped me, but you didn't do it. - I. - Exactly. - Why did you do it? - I told you. - Will you say it? - I wanted to do it for quite a while. I was sure you would get mad. Well, you couldn't do anything to me. - Why were you so sure? - Because you are a good girl. - So? Nevermind. Don't answer. I'm going home. - Can I come? - Are you serious? No! You can't. - Things quickly got cold. - I don't know what you want from me, but the game is over. I don't want to play anymore. - I said and left Can someone tell me what happened and why? I didn't do anything to him. I liked the kiss, but I don't want it to repeat. I have no problem dating him, but I don't think he can keep a girl safe. It's better if I don't risk it. I walked home and left my things on the couch. I went for a glass of orange juice when there was a knock on the door. You have to be kidding me. - How did you find my house? - Simply. I followed you. - You know this is stalking. I can report you. - Both of us know that it won't happen. - Go away. - I'm sorry. - What? - Can we start from the beginning? - Start what? We never had anything. - No games, only talking. Is it ok for you? - I don't want to have any relations with you. - Please. - Why do you care? You are a player. - Yes, but only when it comes to you. - Why? There is a lot of fish in the sea. - But only one knew how to play along. If you know what I mean. - Sadly, I do. - So? - I don't want us to have anything in common. - Why do you hate me? - I don't. - Your eyes tell me other. Whatever. I will leave. - Luke said and walked away - Damn it. WAIT! - What? - No games, only talking. - Are you sure? - Yes, I am. Do you fight? - No, why? - Ok, then. We can try whatever you thought we had. - I didn't think of anything. - Then why did you say it? - To make you forgive me. Why else? - Do you see the regret in my eyes? - No, because there is none. - I have many questions, but now is not the time. - I have plenty of time. - But I don't. - Lunch break, field. Be alone. - When? - I'll tell you. - Ok, thanks. - Bye. - Luke said and left Can you believe that I wanted to kiss him again? It's good that I didn't do it. I walked back home and started studying. I was half paying attention and half thinking about him. Honestly, I don't know what is wrong with me. I have never felt sorry for someone. Then why do I do it now? He didn't do anything to me, and neither looks like he is missing something. My head is playing games with me. It's better if I ignore it. Mom came home, and I went to help with dinner. It turned out that we were going to a restaurant tonight. That means they want us to talk. Usually, we don't do this often. After an hour, we were there. My parents had reserved a table. I don't think the news will be good. Hopefully, I am wrong. - Can I know what is going on? We don't go out often. - That's why we did it. We have been eating at home for the past two months. - mom said - To understand that you have nothing to tell me. - Yes. Why? Is there a problem? - No, but usually, we go out when you have to talk with me. - You can relax. There is no bad news or any news. - Oh, ok. I ordered the food and went to the toilet. I was walking out of the bathroom when I saw Luke. What is he doing here? These are probably his parents. I have never seen them. He looks pissed. - You skipped another class and failed another test. - his mom said - So? - If you don't take care of your actions, we will, and you won't like it. - You can't do anything to me. - Your brother was doing great in high school. Why can't you do the same? - Because I don't want to. Will you stop comparing me with him? - I want a successful son. - You already have one. Why do you need another one? - So people won't tell me what a failure I made. I won't lie. That hurt me. How can you say to your child they are a failure? Then you ask why kids are against their parents. I walked by him and gave him a sad smile. Luke only looked at me without saying anything. I went back to my table. - Abby, is everything ok? - dad asked - Yes. Don't worry. Oh, my food is here. I am so hungry. - Manners. - mom said - I know. I will eat my way only at home. - Ok. - Can we order a dessert? - You didn't even start with the main meal. - I know, but that's why I ordered less. I want a piece of vanilla and chocolate cake. - Fine, but you have to eat the whole thing. Otherwise, no cake for you. - Yes, ma'am. - Very funny. I see you are in a good mood today. How was school? - It was good. Nothing interesting happened. - Well, it's the beginning of the year. I'm sure someone will prove himself. - dad said, chuckling - Or herself. - We'll see. - Yeah, we will. - I said and looked at Luke The rest of the night I spend with my parents. They let me order the cake. The thing is that my parents don't like wasting food. I mean this. I can't order dessert if I don't eat the main meal. That applies when we are in a restaurant. At home, we put the leftovers in a box and back in the refrigerator. No one wasted food. I didn't tell my parents about Luke because it was a one-time thing. I don't plan on repeating it. Also, I don't know what is going on with us. We are not friends. I have to say that I felt a bit bad for him. He is probably used to this. Well, it still hurts. Every kid should grow up individually. Not in the shadow of someone else. I hope that this won't make him change. For him, it's better if he doesn't get in trouble.