The Path to Choose

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A girl named Haley has had trouble her whole life with everything. Her life only seems to be getting worse, and she doesn't know how to turn it around. Will she turn it around? If so, how?

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8. A walk in the rain

I felt myself start to blush so I turned away from Jake.  I didn't miss him.  I couldn't, could I?  How could you miss someone you'd only known for a couple days?  Everything was too complicated.  I just decided that I hadn't missed him, and I started taking notes the teacher had up on the board.  I began to get bored again so I started drawing flowers on my notebook.

"Those are really good." Jake whispered, looking over at my notebook.

"Thanks." I muttered, keeping my head down. 

The bell rang then, and I was so caught up in drawing, I wasn't the first one out like always.  I sighed and gathered my books.  Jake stood out of his seat and leaned against his desk, holding his books in one hand.

"Do you need some help?" He asked.

"I've got it.  Don't you have a home to go to?"

"Yeah, but I thought I'd walk you to yours before I went to mine." 

I looked up at him, feeling something inside me I can't explain.  It was excitement, but then again I felt angry.  "Is that what you thought?"

"Yeah.  Or I could call my mom and we could give you a ride-"

"Call your mom, but tell her you need a ride.  I'll be fine."  I walked past him on my way out of the room.  I rushed to my locker, thinking about the walk home.  I didn't need anybody to walk with me.  I'd been walking to and from school since Timothy left.  I'd be perfectly fine by myself.  

I shut my locker and turned around to see Jake standing there.  I didn't say anything to him.  I just stormed past him.  I walked out of the school, him following behind me.  He kept following me until we were walking on the sidewalk, on the way to my house.  I turned around quickly, looking up at him.

"What do you want?" I asked.  It was raining hard now.  We were both drenched and dripping.

"I want to walk you home."  

"Don't.  Your mom is probably waiting for you.  Just goo to your own home."

"I've already called her and told her I would be walking with a friend today."

"A friend?  What don't you understand about me wanting to be alone?"

He looked down at me and pulled his eyebrows together. "A lot actually."

We stared at each other for a minute.  I could feel other people watching us, and it made me uncomfortable.  

"Fine." I said quietly, turning around.

"What was that?" Jake asked, following beside me.

"I said fine. You can do whatever you want.  It's not like I can stop you."

Jake smiled.  "You could stop me if you wanted to.  You just don't really want to."

"It's great to see you know me better than I do." I said harshly.

He didn't say anything, just kept walking beside me.  We didn't say much on the walk to my house.  He mentioned some things about our town, but I didn't really feel like talking.  Finally, we turned onto my street and walked up to my house.  I paused on the sidewalk, turning to face him.

"Thanks." I said a little awkwardly.  

"Anytime." He smiled at me.  "So I'll see you tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I guess."  

"Great." He smiled at me again and started walking down the street.  I watched him walk away.   He didn't seem to care that it was raining so hard you could barely see. 

"Wait!" I yelled running after him.  "Jake!"   I ran into him, and he grabbed me by he shoulders to steady me. 

"What was that for?" He asked.

"I- I didn't see you.  Are you walking home in this mess?"

"Yeah.  You walked home in it."

"Well, yeah but you said your house is on the other side of the park.  That's way too far."

"I'll be alright." He dropped his hands to my side.  

I looked at him for a minute, hating myself for what I was about to do.  "Come on." I said turning around.  

"To where?" He asked, following behind me.

"To my house."

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