Lost in You (Lost in You 1)

“Um…”

“Are you being safe?”

I look at her questioningly.

“I know a hickey when I see one, Ryan. I know you’re trying to hide it, but you’re eighteen and I know you’re going to… you know, but please be safe. Do you need me to buy you some condoms?” Her face is red, probably matching the same color as mine.

Awkward.

“I think I’m okay, Mrs. Ross.” She pats me on the shoulder and continues down the hall. I take this opportunity to escape into the bathroom before Mr. Ross comes out of the room. I’m still curious as to why they're home so early, but think I might hang out in my room for the rest of the night. I definitely don’t want any more uncomfortable conversations, especially with my sub-parents.

I thought last night was awkward but that is nothing compared to how things are today. Dylan isn’t talking to me. She’s not holding my hand and she didn’t wait for me to walk her to class. I don’t know what I did, or what changed.

Now I’m walking down the hall by myself and I don’t like it. Even before we started dating we were together, except those few months where I was so wrapped up in myself that she couldn’t stand to be near me. I feel a small pang in my heart. I don’t know what’s going on, but losing Dylan is not an option.

I race down the hall, her head barely visible through the sea of students. I reach her just before she turns into the classroom. I pull her hand into mine and weave us through the other students, away from both our classes. She doesn’t say anything when we end up at her car; maybe she knows. Of course the only problem with this plan is that her keys are in her locker and we’re now standing outside. Thank God it’s spring.

“We're going to miss class.”

I shrug, not really caring. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she looks away. She can’t even look at me when she lies. I hate that. I pull her chin forward and slouch down so that we’re eye to eye.

“Don’t lie to me. Something is wrong. I can feel it. Are you pregnant?”

Her mouth drops open, her eyes go wide and she pushes me hard. “Why would you ask me something like that?”

“I don’t know, Dylan.” My arms go out wide in frustration. “Yesterday…” I shake my head. “I know we almost got caught. Honestly, I’m surprised we haven’t been caught yet – we’ve been having sex under their noses for four months. We’re just biding our time here.”

She doesn’t say anything. I’ve learned this is typical chick behavior, especially when they want to be dramatic.

“Your mom thinks I have a girlfriend.”

“You do.”

I shake my head. “She doesn’t think you and I are together. She saw the marks you left on my chest and called them hickeys.”

“That sounds gross.”

I nod, and shove my hands into my pockets.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I walk closer to her and lean up against her car. “Yeah.”

She fiddles with her hands and sighs. This can go on for another half-hour if I don’t tread lightly. Before I crossed the line and kissed her, there were things I didn’t know about her. Now I can read her like an open book. She can’t hide anything from me, which is why we're standing out here now skipping class.

“Do you ever worry we aren’t going to make it?”

“What?” I scoff.

She turns and leans against her car. “Close your eyes.”

Doing as she asks, I close my eyes.

“Imagine five years from now. You’re dancing and when you open your eyes, do you see me?”

Five years? I don’t know where I’ll be in five years, but I imagine myself dancing, holding her close to me. I even add some music to keep up the pretenses.