You are the one I love.
It’s as if you were sent from heaven above.
It’s not fair that we are forbidden to be together.
It’s like our plans were ruined by stormy weather.
I believed him over you,
This was truly the wrong thing to do.
It’s my brother, he is the storm,
Sometimes I wish I was never born.
He’s going to ruin everything for me,
This brings me back to you and me.
I’m Sorry Derek!
Angie reread the poem over and over before she had the courage to stick it through one of the slots in Derek’s locker. She never really looked in his locker before, so she doesn’t know how messy it was. She assumed it was messy, considering Derek is a guy.
After Angie slipped the poem into his locker, she went into the bathroom across the hall. She stood in the doorway and poked her head out, waiting for Derek to come.
“What are doing?” a voice said from behind Angie. Angie gasped in fright. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Angie, sorry,” Nancy was the person that was behind Angie.
“It’s okay,” Angie turned back around a peeked her head back out.
“You still never answered my question. What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for Derek to go by his locker.”
"Because I put a poem in there saying sorry.”
"Sorry for what?”
"Not believing him over Alex.”
“Not believing him over Alex for what?”
“The fight they got in a long… there he is!” Angie looked back at the lockers. When Derek opened his locker, Angie was surprised by how clean it was. She figured it would be dirty. When Derek got the note in his hand, Angie said, “He has the note, Nancy!”
"My poem, he has it!”
“Well, now I can’t tell if you are happy or sadish.”
“Well, neither do I. I wanted him to read it, but now that he is it’s scary.”
“Well, I’m going to start heading to class. See you later.”
“I will come with you.”
The two girls left the bathroom and began heading toward their class, when, “Angie!” Angie heard someone call her name. She turned around. “I got your poem,” Derek said.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Angie looked up at Derek, “You hated it, didn’t you?”
“No I loved it, Angie. So did you ask your mom or dad what they knew about the fight?”
“Yeah, and the story was different from what Alex told me. I was wondering if you would tell me the story; the real story.”
“Well, if you sit by me at lunch I can tell the story. But right now, I have to get to class. See you at lunch?”
“Yeah, I want to know the truth. And Alex doesn’t have that lunch.”
“Oh, so you will only talk to me if he’s not around?”
“Okay, it’s better than not ever getting to see you.”
“I have to get to class, Derek. See you at lunch.”
Angie went to her first class of the day. She couldn’t stop thinking about Derek. She wrote his name with hearts, stars, flowers and squiggles all around it. She wrote his name exactly 36 times… on the first paper! She was supposed to be taking notes, but when the teacher walked by and saw that she wasn’t, she took her notebook, “These aren’t the notes that I assigned, Ms. Anderson. The class time is almost over, so I expect you to copy the notes from another classmate. And I want you stay after class,” Mrs. Cadeline said.
“Yes, ma’am,” was all Angie could say. She didn’t want the teacher to say anything to her about Derek. She didn’t want the teacher to know what was going on in her personal life. She decided to not stay after class.
When the bell rang, Angie got up out of her desk and headed quickly for the door. “Ms. Anderson,” Mrs. Cadeline called, “Ms. Anderson, I want you to stay after, remember?”
"Well, I have to get to my next class and I only have five minutes,” Angie told the teacher.
“Oh, well, then I will keep your journal, and give it back to you tomorrow.”
“Thanks for understand…”
Mrs. Cadeline interrupted with, “after I read it to the whole class.”
"What!? You can’t read my personal journal in front of the whole class!”
“Well, if you were taking the notes I assigned, you wouldn’t care if I read it aloud.”
“You know Mrs. Cadeline; you aren’t one to let a girl off the hook.”
“No, I am not. Now close the door and sit down.”
“Okay,” Angie went over to the classroom door and shut it. Then she went and sat in the desk in the very front row, in the very middle.
“Who is this Derek you are writing in here about?”
“That’s a little personal, don’t you think?”
“I bet if I read it to your classmates, at least one of them could tell me.”
“Michaels, Derek Michaels.”
“A junior boy. Isn’t he a little old for you?”
“He’s only two years older than me.”
“Don’t you have a brother in that grade? Alex is it?”
“I bet he isn’t happy with this, is he?”
“No, but why do you care?”
“I think what is drawing you close to Derek Michaels is that he is older and you are forbidden to see him. You like sneaking behind your brothers back and seeing this boy.”
“I’m not seeing him behind Alex’s back. I don’t talk to Derek that much. We are having lunch together, but that’s it.”
“And Alex has the same lunch as you?”
"Well, no. I have lunch with Alex on A-days.”
“You have lunch with Derek on A-days too. Do you sit by Derek when Alex is around?”
“Isn’t that going behind his back then?”
“But technically, right?”
"Well, yeah I guess it is. I have admitted my problem, so can I go now?”
“No, I’m not done with you.”
“And the interrogation goes on,” Angie whispered to herself.
“I was just like you as a teenager.”
“Really? I can’t imagine that… at all.”
“Well, I was. I liked this boy in my brother’s grade. It was my brother’s best friend actually. When me and Greg started dating, he didn’t hang out with Joshua, my brother. Josh got very angry that we were together. When me and Greg got married, Josh didn’t even come to the wedding. I haven’t spoken to him in… 27 years.”
“Oh, wow, that’s a lot of years.”
“Angie, what I’m trying to tell you is, if you love the boy, go with him. But if you don’t want you and your brother to ever speak for 20-some years, then go with your brother.”
“That’s a very hard decision, Mrs. Cadeline.”
"Hey, me and Greg are still madly in love now. But the love of a boy, is just conditional,” there was a long awkward pause after Mrs. Cadeline had said that. Then she blurted out, “Oh, you should probably get to your next class, here’s your notebook, I will right you a pass.”
“That’s all you are going to leave me with? The boy’s love is conditional? How am I supposed to make the right choice?”
"Whatever your heart tells you to do, is what you should do, Angie. Here’s your pass, now get to class.”
Angie got up out of the desk and headed off to her next class.