Slammed

would sing me to sleep as I lay in my bed
     
    then wake me with a force
     
    That I soon came to dread.
     
    Her fables , her lies, her misleading eyes,
     
    I'd drain her dry
     
    If I cared enough to.
     
     
     
    I used to love the ocean,
     
    Everything about her.
     
    Her coral reefs , her white caps, her roaring waves , the rocks they lap , her pirate legends and mermaid tails, treasures lost and treasures held.
     
    And ALL
     
    Of her fish
     
    In the sea.
     
    Well, if you've ever tried navigating your sailboat through her stormy seas , you would realize that her white caps are your enemies . If you've ever tried swimming ashore when your leg gets a cramp and you just had a huge meal of In-n-Out burgers that's weighing you down, and her roaring waves are knocking the wind out of you, filling your lungs with water as you flail your arms, trying to get someone's attention, but your friends
     
    just
     
    wave
     
    back at you?
     
    And if you've ever grown up with dreams in your head about life , and how one of these days you would pirate your own ship and have your own crew and that all of the mermaids
     
    would love
     
    only
     
    you?
     
    Well , you would realize…
     
    Like I eventually realized…
     
    That all the good things about her?
     
    All the beautiful?
     
    It's not real.
     
    It's fake.
     
    So you keep your ocean ,
     
    I'll take the Lake.
     
     
     
     
     
    Air. Or Water. I don't know which one I need. I slide out of the booth and head toward the front door but make a beeline for the bathroom. I just need silence.
     
    When I open the door to the bathroom, the stalls are empty. There's a girl washing her hands at the only available sink, so I decide to wait on the water. I pick the big stall. I lock it behind me and lean up against the door.
     
    Did that just really happen? Does he know I'm even here? No, he doesn't. I told him I wasn't coming. He didn't intend for me to hear it. Even so, he wrote it. He said himself that he writes what he's feeling. Oh my god, he loves me. Will Cooper is in love with me.
     
    I've known all along how he felt about me. I can see it in the way he looks at me. But to hear his words and the emotions behind them-how he said my name. How am I supposed to face him? I'm not. He still doesn't know I'm here, I just have to leave. I need to leave before he sees me.
     
    I open the bathroom door and scan the area but I don't see him. Luckily, another performer is on stage so most of the eyes are glued to the front of the room. I slip through the entryway and out the front door.
     
    "Layken! Look what Gavin got me!" Eddie is making her way inside, holding her hair back, wanting me to look at her ears.
     
    "Eddie, I've got to go."
     
    Her smile fades.
     
    "I'll call you later." I brush past her without looking at the earrings. "You didn't see me!" I yell behind me as I go.
     
    I make my way around the building and smash into Javier as he's rounding the corner. Good grief! Is the whole class here? Someone's going to let it slip that I was here. I don't want Will to know I saw him.
     
    "Hey, what's the hurry?" he asks as I slip between him and the wall.
     
    "I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow." I quickly walk away. I don't have time for chit chat. I just want to get in my jeep and pull out of this parking lot as soon as I can.
     
    "Wait, I'll walk you to your car," he says as he catches up to me.
     
    "I'm fine, Javi. Go ahead and go inside, they already started."
     
    "Layken, we're in Detroit. You're parked behind a club. I'm walking you to your car."
     
    "Fine. But walk fast."
     
    "What's your hurry?" he asks as we make our way to the rear of the building.
     
    "I'm just tired. I need sleep," I say as I slow down, feeling confident that Will didn't see me.
     
    "There's a café down the road. Want to go grab some coffee?" he asks.
     
    "No, thanks. I don't need caffeine, I need my bed."
     
    He is silent as we make our way to my jeep in the back of the lot. I reach down to grab my keys out of my-shit! My purse. I left my purse in the booth.
     
    "Shit!" I say as I kick at the gravel in front of me. My shoe loosens a piece of rock and it flicks against the door of my jeep.
     
    "What's wrong?" he asks.
     
    "My purse. I left my keys and my purse inside." I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the jeep.
     
    "It's not that big of a deal. We'll go back inside and get them."
     
    "No, I don't want to. Would you mind getting it for me?" I smile at him,