The Boss Crush

Turning to me, he says calmly, “I look forward to working with you, Dalia.” Taking long, commanding strides to the door, he stops in the doorway, and wraps his hand around the frame. Looking back at me one last time, he gives me a comforting smile. “And I apologize for my sister, she doesn’t like when things don’t go her way. Just don’t be late anymore.”

Then he’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m left with wet panties and fire burning in my veins. Lyle Vox is intoxicating, leaving me completely unable to function.

It’s obvious to me now. Nothing has changed over the years. It’s only been dormant, idly waiting for the commercials to end, and the hero to show up again.

Dropping my head onto the desk, I groan to myself. This is a mess. A sloppy fucking mess.

We almost kissed, and it’s only day one.

But I don’t want another half-finished kiss like when we were kids. I can’t do this again. I can’t let these feelings actually come alive.

Lyle is my boss. That’s all the reason I need to stamp out these feelings before they burn into something hotter, stronger.

Besides, after what happened between us, after what he did to me in high school. . .

I’ll never forgive him. I can’t.

Sometimes, there are too many cracks to fix. Too many wounds to heal. Too many actions that can’t be undone.

And Lyle, he tore my heart out, and stomped it into the dirt.

It wasn’t always that way. There once was a time that I thought he was different. That I thought maybe he isn’t too good for me.

That maybe I stood a chance. . .

2

Dalia

Senior year

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

My eyes bounce like a ping pong ball as I watch him move around the field.

Sitting in the bleachers with my sketch pad, I doodle while I admire the hottest guy in school at football practice.

He’s running sprints, moving with an intense speed as his body explodes with muscles I didn’t know existed. His biceps tighten as he swings his arms with each step, and his chest firms when he hits the ground, tapping it swiftly, before running back to where he started.

My mind is going a mile a minute, imagining what I would say to him if I had the chance. Lyle Vox will never give me the time of day, but a girl can dream.

‘Hey, Lyle, you look good out there. What’s that? I look good too? Maybe you should kiss me then. . .’

‘Lyle, wow, your muscles are so hard. Do you train often? Oh, what’s that? You want to kiss me?’

‘Lyle, hey, you looked good out—’

“What’s up, bitch!” Hands are on my shoulders, shaking me hard. Kira pops her face over my shoulder with a giant grin from ear to ear. “I see you’re watching your man-meat out there. How’s he looking today?” She drops down beside me, taking a bite from an apple, and looking out onto the field. “His butt looks a little smaller today. Is he not doing his squats like he’s supposed to?”

“Shut up,” I say with a giggle. “I wouldn’t know because I’m not watching him.”

She bumps my shoulder playfully and takes another bite of her apple. With her mouth full, she says, “Yes you are, who are you kidding? You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him? Shit, you spend all of math class just gawking at him.”

“No I don’t. Just because some of us actually pay attention in class, doesn’t mean we’re staring at boys. I do not like Lyle Vox.” My voice is stern, and I try to be as convincing as possible. Does she believe me yet?

“Dalia and Lyle, sitting in a tree, K. I. S. S. I. N. G—”

No, she isn’t.

“Ew,” her voice scratches through my head. Turning to look up, Sandy Vox is right behind me. “You like my brother? Are you kidding me?” Sandy laughs, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. “You must be delusional. My brother would never like a loser like you. He’d never even give you the time of day.”

“Shut up, Sandy,” Kira barks.

“What was that?” Sandy yells loudly, causing the entire field to stop and look at us. “Dalia wants to marry my brother, Lyle? She loves him, you say?”

A few boys begin to chuckle, pointing in my direction. The world around me starts to shrink, getting fuzzier and fuzzier. I’m trying to breathe, but it’s hard. My chest hurts, and the laughing is getting louder and louder.

Sandy is smirking and making kissy faces. A few other girls start to laugh along with her. I want to shout at them all, I want to tell each and every single one to go screw themselves. But I can’t. My mind is blank, and I don’t have the balls to give it back to her.