Skye's POV
My mind feels like a maze full of an array of sharps turns met with cataclysmic whirls of emotions. In other words, I felt like a wreck. This morning, when Megan told me she didn't want to see me anymore, it felt as if my world had crumbled in on me.
It scarred me to think I could lose her.
But, being with her, I'm not talking about the sex......though that was good too. I'm talking about that one moment where her and just stared into each other's eyes. I could feel our connection grow stronger. I didn't want to give up what her and I have, because it's the first real thing I've felt in a long time.
Though I do feel partially at blame. For what? I'm not sure. I just feel like I should be able to protect her. Or at least try. I didn't even know this was going on, and I practically look at her or have her on my mind every day. I'm not a stalker though, she's just the one good thing I can look at while in school.
Megan told me not to get involved, so I won't. Though, if things get too out of hand, I have no problem in beating the shit out of someone. For now, it seems that Megan has somewhat of a handle on this. I can tell that this boy scares her. Otherwise she wouldn't have tried to break things off with me. She didn't know what he was capable of. And he doesn't know what I'm capable of.
"Dinner!" My mothers voice echoed throughout the house. I was still laying in my bed naked. Images of Megan's amazing body flashed across my mind. My mind was much clearer now than it was earlier. It seems that the mere thought of her is enough to rid my head of any bad or confusing thoughts.
I supposed I should at least show my face at the dinner table. I needed to keep it cool with Megan in front of Megan. Though I'm starting to think she knows something up. Or at least suspects it. I wouldn't be surprised if Megan had told her already.
Sitting up, I ignored the slight ache in my head, I grabbed some clothes out of my closet, and threw them on. Just a simple pair of sweatpants, and a tank.
Walking down the stairs, the only seat left was next to Megan. Of course. Dinner smelled delicious though. My mother is an amazing cook. She makes sure the take out number is just right.
No, I'm kidding. She really is an amazing cook. I learned everything I know from her. Well, mostly.
"It smells, and looks delicious." Megan complimented. I smiled, 'accidentally' brushing my leg against hers. "I wish I knew how to cook."
"It's not hard to learn, isn't that right, Skye?" Smiling, I nodded at my mother. Sloan was awfully quiet, and picking at her food. Something she never does, might I add. I'm guessing she was just as bothered by the whole stalker thing as I was. Or she was having some major internal battle.
Taking my plate, I ate my food quite hungrily. I hadn't eaten much today, in fear of losing Megan, I guess my appetite left me. A lot of things scare me about her actually. Like, I'm afraid that what I feel for her, will make or break me. Which is why I will fight tooth and nail to keep her. She's something worth fighting for.
"So, how was everyone's day?" My mother asked, looking around at us.
"You know, the usual." I started off sarcastically. "Laid in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing. I did sketch something oh so marvelous." My mother scolded me gently, then smiled before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, dear, an image of you in your toddler years just flashed across my mind. You used to always do the darnedest things. There was once a time where I caught you with your head in the toilet. You said you wanted to see what the dog liked so much about it." Soon Megan and Sloan joined in on the laughing. I remembered what she was talking about. I was a rambunctious child. Looking back on it now, I was probably the worst child of the bunch.
"Oh, mom, I remember once when she wanted to mix in with the pigs at grandpas house, so she rolled in the mud! She dirtied up the entire truck!" Sloan said, snorting. I wanted to scowl at Megan for laughing along, but the sound of her laugh made it impossible to be mad at her.
"I seem to have a few embarrassing stories about you." I joked. Earning a scowl from Sloan, but a curious stare from Megan. "I'm sure you don't want me to share some of those?"
"Not if you want me to share the time where you kissed a toad because you thought it was a princess!"
"It wasn't a toad," I defended. "It was a lizard."
"That's even worse!" Sloan exclaimed, causing Megan to snort. "I can only imagine it jumping into your mouth, and you managing to swallow it."
Laughing, I just sat back and watched as Megan, Sloan, and my mother conversed throughout dinner. My suspicion that Sloan knew about Megan and I was further fueled when she would look at me, then to Megan, then back to me, then away, and she would smile.
Tomorrow would be my first day back in school. Megan asked me to try and keep my distance from her. Which means, no talking to her during class. No secret,y staring and waiting for her to look over and catch me staring. No texting her during school. Asking her what she's up to, or how her day was going. For all she knew, Brian could have her phone tapped. It was a ludicrous idea, but she was adamant in preventing any way for him to find out that we were still together.
I wasn't really bothered by this. I was so used to us being together in private. Though I wouldn't hate the idea to shout to the world that Megan is mine. To make it known to any creep like Brian, that they'll have me to deal with if they ever think it's wise to try and threaten her. Like I wanted to when she first told me about this whole thing.
I made a promise that I wouldn't get involved, and I intended to keep it. At least until I found it necessary.
The sudden warmth of a hand on my thigh distracted me from my thoughts. She was still engaged with conversation, and made sure to keep her hand hidden well enough to where my mother wouldn't see. She knows she drives me crazy with one simple touch, but I think right now she was trying to reassure me of something.
"Well, I'm glad you lot enjoyed dinner, I'll be heading out now, I'm your father at some banquet for his job." My mother excused herself as she gathered up the empty dishes. I watched as the three stood, and talked briefly. My mom heading to the front door, Sloan and Megan walked upstairs.
I wanted to talk with Megan, but I knew I couldn't. So I settled with going upstairs and working on the pieces I wanted to enter into the art contest. I had already painted the one I wanted to use as my main piece. It meant a lot to me as I was painting it. It tells a story. How I was tumbling down this irreversible spiral, then she ca,e along and helped me pick up every single broken piece.
It was amazing really. She had managed to break down almost every single one of my walls within the short time we had spent together. I was grateful actually. She helped me through a lot of things, by just being there. She made my entire world spin with colors, when it used to stand still in black and white. I wasn't sure how she had managed to do that before, but now, I realized, it's because she made me feel. And I mean everything. She made me feel the things I had forgotten to feel. The things I didn't want to feel.
Granted, it was horrible for the most part. But, I think it was needed. I finally realized that it really isn't good to bottle things up inside. It was detrimental to my mental and emotional state, to think things through. Lord knows I haven't been doing a lot of that these past few years.
Finally leaving the table, I decided to just go out for a walk. Picking up my phone and headphones, I walked out the door. My neighborhood wasn't the worst of places, but it wasn't the most prestige either. There were high rate houses, with really low class people in them. Sure, they made a lot of money, but none of them really had any morals. Then there were the people who had practically nothing. They would work two or three jobs at one time, just to give their kids the life they never had.
Those are the kind of people I would enjoy to surround myself with. The ones who are willing to give it their all, even with the little they have.
One other quiet little place I enjoy going to, is a small creek right behind the neighborhood park. It was peaceful, and it had a small waterfall which added to the quiet calm that was portrayed. This was one place I didn't take anyone to. Though I'm sure others knew about it, I liked to think I was the only one who came here.
Sitting in my spot, I watched as the birds flew ahead. The birds flew elegantly, and my mind wandered back to Megan. Then Sloan. I was convinced she already knew about Megan and I, but I still wanted to talk to her about it. Since I wasn't sure she knew, I wanted to approach it carefully.
I wanted to tell her how I felt about Megan. I wanted her to know I cared about her. That I would never hurt her. Whether I like it or not, Megan changed my life. I can no longer hide myself from people. Even just going throughout my day, I can't be as cold as I used to be. I can't ignore everything.
Not the way people talk while around others they do not like. Not the way certain people carry themselves. I can no longer completely control the urges I have to go and grab Megan, and kiss her like there's no tomorrow. I just wanted her to understand. I didn't want to hurt her when I fell for Megan. That was just the way it happened.
Whatever happens next, I'd never want to take the love I have for her back.