Dreamt
By Codename Emi.
This story is based on an actual event that was continued
in a dream I had. The
boy, Micah, actually exsists under that name. The girl, Sammi,
also actually exists, only with a different name. Enjoy.
“Fine, let’s
just chunk Micah’s books on the floor,” the tall youth muttered as he retrieved
his psychology book from the ground. He
was a fine young man—tall, slightly muscular, slightly intimidating with his
long dark brown curls and dark sideburns.
He sat in an empty chair near the girl that had thrown his books on the
floor. She was much shorter, heavier,
and almost beautiful with her long blonde hair and amazing blue eyes.
“I’m
sorry,” Sammi, the girl said, her eyes on him, “but
he—“she pointed to another boy sitting near her—“was being stupid and demanded
someone move the books off the chair.
Sorry.”
“It’s
okay.” He sat down and pulled out his
homework to do while the band director finished talking about the state of the
half-time show and the cheesecake fundraiser.
After
they were dismissed, Sammi’s friends had gone ahead
because she was in an “alone” mood. As
she passed by Micah, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Before she could flee, he flung out his fist,
hitting her firmly in the jaw, and flinger her to the floor. In his flashing anger, he gave her a final
kick before beginning to storm away.
Realizing too late what he had just done, he slowly turned back around
to see Sammi curled on the floor, silently crying.
“Hey
girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you too
bad, did I? C’mon, get up.” He came over to her and scooped her up off
the floor. She pushed him away,
whimpering, a hand to her jaw. “What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”
She continued to whimper and hold her jaw. “C’mon, let’s go to the nurse’s.” He took her hand and half-carried her down
the hall.
“Goodness!”
the nurse exclaimed. “What happened to
her?”
“I
don’t know what’s wrong, but nothing’s right!” Micah
burst out, pushing Sammi down on the cot.
“Okay,”
the nurse said, “tell me where it hurts.”
Sammi held a hand to her jaw and still didn’t say anything.
“Well,
no blood there. I’ll go get an ice pack
for you.”
“I’m
gonna go,” Micah said, and stood. Sammi whimpered and
reached for his hand. Clinging to it,
she pulled him down beside her. “Okay
girl, let me see what’s wrong.”
He
cautiously placed his hands on either side of her jaw.
She
whimpered again.
He slowly
moved his fingers along her jaw line.
Suddenly, he cringed.
“Wow,” he
said, taking his hands back. “I didn’t know
I was that strong. I knocked it out of
place.” She looked at him, her eyes
pleading. “Okay babygirl,
this might hurt, but I’m gonna try and fix it. Hold still, hon.” He braced her with his knees and
pushed hard on her jaw. The tears welled
up in her eyes as she bravely faced the pain.
With a loud
pop and a cry from Sammi, her jaw went back into its
place. Micah held her cheeks for another
moment, looking into her eyes. Then she
embraced him and buried her face in his chest.
He rocked her back and forth until the nurse returned.
“Goodness!”
she said again. “Well, here’s your ice
pack. You can either stay or go back to
class, now on with you.”
“I’m gonna go, chick,” Micah said, rising to go. “I’ll see you later.”
Sammi nodded; “Bye Micah.”
“Bye Sammi.”
“Wow, he
knows my name,” she smiled weakly and lay down to recover from her sudden
accident with destiny.