The Broken One

***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
“Welcome back Cynthia”
“Welcome back Cynthia”
“Welcome back Cynthia”
“Welcome back Cynthia”
“Welcome back Cynthia”
It’s what I hear from every teacher. By the end of the day I'm ready to slap anyone who says it. Besides all the welcome backs, the day doesn’t turn out half bad. Other than a few side remarks from a couple of the kids and the fact that I now have a boat load of work to do, the day went by quickly. Since Tara and her little sidekicks were still gone, mostly everybody just ignored me and paid no attention.
I have trouble paying attention in any of the classes. Every time I try to listen to what a teacher is talking about, my brain wanders off. It seems the only thing I can think about is Andy.
I think about how he's been acting lately, it could just be my imagination, but it seems like he's been more clingy, more touchy. Of course I don’t mind this at all obviously, but it just makes me wonder why. Could he possibly feel the same way I do? No way. But what if he did?
It could just be all in my head, just a simple crush and a huge imagination that makes things up easily. But what I feel towards Andy feels like more than just a crush. Every time I'm with Andy I feel complete, like things are going to be alright. The safest I've ever felt is when I'm lying in his arms every night, listening to his steady breathing and feeling his heart beat against my back. It’s a feeling that nothing could ever replace.
“Cynthia, the bell rang, you can leave now”
The teacher says, snapping me from my thoughts. I look up at her.
“Oh, ok, sorry”
I say, rushing to stuff my binder into my backpack.
“Its fine, have a good afternoon”
She says as I leave the room and walk out of the building. I start to turn the direction of home when I spot Andy in his car, waiting to pick me up.
I change direction and walk over to him. I open the car door and get in. Andy looks up at me and sets his phone down.
“Hi, how was school?”
He asks, smiling, starting to pull out of the parking space he was in.
“Fine, I got a ton of work I have to make up though”
I say as we stop at a red light.
“I bet you do, you were gone a long time. Nobody gave you any problems did they?”
He ask, his voice growing a bit gentler.
“No”
I say.
“That’s good. Tara isn’t back yet is she?”
He asks.
“No”
The ride after that is quiet for the most part. I debate in my head rather I should tell him how I feel about him. I'm scared that it would mess things up if I'm wrong about how he's been acting.
“Andy, can I tell you something?”
I say before I can lose my courage.
“Always, what is it?”
He asks. I take a deep breath before opening my mouth to speak.

***Andy’s P.O.V***
“I think I love you”
She says. My brain spins. She loves me?
“I love you to”
I say, not quite understanding what she means.
“No, I'm mean, like, I think I'm in love with you”
She says, quietly as we pull into the driveway. She tugs at her sleeves, doing the same nervous habit she’s had since I've met her.
I park the car. My heart beating fast. I can’t believe what I just heard.
I turn a little in my seat and look at her. She’s staring at her lap, looking scared to death of how I'm going to respond.
“Cynthia, I'm afraid I feel the same way”
I say.

Notes

Today it was a snowday again :D but I think I might have to actually go to school tomorrow.

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~becca