Captured Love 3

Senior year was the best and worst year of my life. The most important person in my life, my granny died on September 11th; 3 days before my 17th birthday. I was devastated and broken. I didn’t even know what to do.

As far as I was concerned the world had just ended. I play volleyball and I had just gotten a scholarship to play for a pretty decent college up north. I wasn’t even happy about it. My perfect attendance for the last 3 years went down the drain and my grades went with it. I just didn’t care anymore.

I have a class with Lewis every day. He noticed my recent behavior and he knew what happened and tried to comfort me but I was too lost in my own grief. At this point, I was a walking zombie. All my lack of emotion soon turned into repressed rage. I was just waiting to explode. I didn’t care who or what. Poor Lewis ended up being the target.

We were in weight lifting and I was just in a pissy mood as usual. Lewis thought it would be funny to try and de-pants me after class. I barely got away with my shorts still on.

I snapped.

I threw myself at him, knocking the football team’s star running back flat on his ass. After a few well placed punches, he recovered from his shock and rolled me onto my back, pinning my arms to my sides. Believe me when I say that I am the strongest girl in school and can definitely put up a fight. But unfortunately I was no match for Lewis. Not only was he one of the stars of the football team, he was a varsity wrestler. My energy ran out fast after a short struggle but my fury ran unchecked.

"Stop." He said.

"No, do NOT tell me what to do, Lewis!" I ground out, still trying to fight him off.

"I’m not moving until you calm your ass down. You’re acting like a damn crazy person. What the hell is wrong with you?"

His words hit me hard. What was my problem? I mean besides the fact that my life was a complete mess. I couldn’t handle anymore. I broke down and the tears just started flowing freely down my face. His expression changed and softened. He sat up and pulled me into his lap and gently wrapped his arms around me.. By now, I was sobbing uncontrollably. He turned my face and wiped the tears away with the gentle brush of his fingers.

"Shhh.. just let it all out. I’m not going anywhere, baby," he whispered, rocking back and forth.

It was awhile before I started to gain control of myself. I finally did after what seemed like hours. What was I doing? I started to scramble out of his lap and get away from him before those feelings started to rear its ugly head.

"Oh no you don’t," he said and pulled me back into his arms.

"I’ve been meaning to ask you something. There is this annual sand volleyball tournament every year to benefit cancer organizations. My family and I play in it and we are short two players. We need two girls, so I wanted to ask you if you would go." He brushed his lips against my forehead.

"Well, I don’t know. I guess I could." I replied mechanically. Why did I agree? I don’t know. I was on autopilot.

"Great. Do you think that you could find another girl to go too?" he asked.

"Uhh.. yeah sure. I’ll find someone."

I can’t believe that I agreed to this. Now would be a good time to mention that my aunt knows Lewis’ grandparents and they talk about us. According to my aunt, Lewis talks about me to his family all the time. He has this respect for me and he tells them that I am not like other girls. I take this as a good thing. Maybe he just said that because I won’t sleep with him. Whatever. I decided to bring Dawn with me to the tournament to keep him distracted and away from me.

Being the good friend that I am, I couldn’t possibly get involved with Lewis when my best friend loved him so desperately, this I reasoned with myself. So I kept my distance for my own sake and for hers. I’ve watched countless hearts be broken by his careless attitude toward any of their feelings and I wasn’t about to join them.

He might be in my heart, but he would never have my heart.