Back to You by Annie Brewer Page B

Then
his tongue slips inside my mouth, finding mine. Only it won’t
reciprocate.
    “ Ahem.” Brooke clears her
throat interrupting the mood as we break apart. I give her an ‘I
owe you’ look and smile. Brady puts his arm over my shoulder and we
start walking to class. We see Coach Davis walking toward
us.
    “ Hey Mr. Wilson, can I
have a word with you for a minute?” He asks Brady smiling. It must
have to do with his college choices or something. I gesture for him
to go.
    “ Okay, hey I will see you
later. It’s probably football related. I love you.” I nod and hug
him before he follows his coach into the crowd of students. I stare
after him for a minute then glance at Brooke.
    “ What?” She gives me cocky
grin.
    “ I saw you practically
groveling at my feet when I interrupted your make out fest.” I
laugh.” Yes, thank you for that by the way. So, let me tell you.
After I got off the phone, I fell asleep and had a crazy dream.
Then my mother and I talked for like an hour. She’s so supportive
of my feelings for Lucas. Oh then she proceeds to tell me to use
protection, in case I have sex with him or Brady. It was so weird.
But I have to admit, it was nice telling my mother everything. I
think she’s really in favor of Lucas.” I leave out the details of
my dream wanting to keep that a secret, a private intimate moment
between us. He may not know about it but I’d like to think he
actually does feel the same. It makes me feel better. We walk to my
locker; I put my books up and take my History book for my first
class.
    “ Hey ladies, how’s it
going?” I turn around and find my sister glaring at me. Does she
know my mom find out? I hope she doesn’t think it was
me.
    “ How can I help you
Sarah?” I ask, hands on my hips. I won’t bow down to
her.
    “ Oh, nothing just passing
by and wondering what’s new with you since I didn’t get to talk to
you yesterday.” She gives Brooke a once over and smirks.
    “ Nothing, we are going to
class. You can talk to me later. Come on Brooke.” I guide her down
the hall away from my tormentor. I swear she lives to make my life
a living Hell. As we’re walking around the corner, I turn to glare
at Sarah who is clearly not effected.
    “ Ugh, someone needs to
give that girl a taste of her own medicine.” Brooke
says.
    “ Well, someone already
did, she just doesn’t know it yet.” She gives me a questioning
look.
    “ My mom told me this
morning that an anonymous source told her about her using drugs.
I’m just not sure who it was yet.” Her eyes went wide.
    “ Wow, you know she’s going
to accuse you of snitching. Better be careful.”
    I say goodbye as she enters her class across
the hall from mine. Chelsea, a mutual friend of mine and Brooke’s
is sitting at her desk. She looks up when she sees me enter the
room and smiles.
     
    “ So, I hope you don’t mind
but I told my mom about Sarah.” Aha! There’s the
culprit!
    “ Really? It was you?” She
looks nervous at first, and then relaxes.
    “ Yeah, sorry but I had to.
Haley and Sarah were doing it again, behind our house. I caught
them red handed. I don’t want your sister to be that kind of
influence on Haley.”
    I completely understand. Haley is Chelsea’s
younger sister. So their mom must have told my mom then. “Yea, my
mom told me this morning she found out from a source. I kept trying
to figure out who told. But thanks for coming clean. And believe
me, I completely understand. Right now, Sarah is not the best
influence for anyone. She’s going through some teenage phase; until
it passes, it would be wise to keep Haley away.” She nods in
agreement.
    After the bell rings, Mr. Anderson writes
our assignment on the board. I get out my book and study. The
classroom is silent, and the only sounds are that of pages being
turned or papers being shuffled. My mind switches off and a memory
of the dream takes me away from my assignment.
     
    Lucas and I dated part of middle school up
until