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“Bo! Let me explain!” My eyes close and I can’t envision anything that she could tell me. I start to walk to the street, my head pounding and my body fuming in anger. “BO!”
    I can’t bear to hear her voice so I quicken my steps until I reach my bike, straddle it, start it and rev it several times. The tires screech as I take off, the wind on my face helping to cool me down a bit. I may have to drive around for hours to burn off my anger or go play some ball to release this energy. Right now, the wind and the loudness of the bikes engine is the only thing that is helping me.

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    I watch his back as he storms out of the alley and hear his bike rev up. I’ve never in my life seen him this pissed before, but he has good reason. I wish he would have let me explain, make him understand why I did what I had to do. I will not cry. I’ve cried so much the last few days and I won’t give in to it anymore. I can only hope he’ll calm down and we can talk, that he’ll give me the chance to explain and pray he’ll understand. Taking a deep breath I start sweeping again, trying to take my mind off him, trying to keep my heart from breaking in two, when I hear a sound of glass and look down to see something shiny under all the dirt and trash. I bend down, shaking it as I pick it up then blow on it and gasp. Placing the broom handle under my arm, I hold up the object, brushing it off with my fingers and smile. It’s the butterfly comb that Bo gave me when we were younger. I thought I’d lost it so long ago, and my heart was filled with sadness. I used to wear this in my hair all the time. The butterfly is colored in different shades of peach and outlines with a cream color.
    “What’s behind your back, Bo? What are ya hiding?” I can’t stop the huge smile on my face. He got me something. I’m so excited. Only Mom gives me presents.
    His blue eyes brighten as his arm moves around to the front and my excitement intensifies when I see a small box. “I saw this and it reminded me of you, Peaches.” My head tilts as my face scrunches.
    “Peaches? Why’d you call me that?”
    He smiles and holds his hand out to me, the box in his palm. “Because. It’s your favorite color and you always smell like peaches.”
    Shyly, I take the box. My eyes widen when I pull off the lid. “It’s beautiful!” I whisper. My fingers are shaky when I take out the pretty butterfly comb from the box and I almost drop it but he catches it in his hand. I look up from under my lashes, and he’s staring at me.
    “Here. Let me help. You’re gonna go and break it,” he smirks. I giggle and try to stand still as he gets closer, closing my eyes, I can feel him pushing my long hair back and placing the comb in my hair. “Beautiful, just like you.” My eyes open, my heart beating faster as his mouth presses against mine. I don’t understand what I’m feeling, but my entire body is tingling. My lips become cold as his mouth leaves mine, and I open my eyes to see him staring at me again, the corners of his mouth turned up and his face is beaming. “I love you, Peaches. I’m gonna marry you one day.”
    A breeze blows into the alley, my long hair flowing back, and I look up at the sky that’s turned dark. I quickly put the comb in my front pocket, walk over by the wall and lean the broom against it. Guess I’ll have to finish the rest later as a storm is brewing. I head to the car, the rain already starting to come down and after buckling up, I begin the drive home. Home. Is it really my home now? Should I even stay there after what’s happened with Bo and me? My head hurts from the memories, the argument and his words. I can barely see through the fast wipers trying to clear the windshield of the pouring rain, but I let out a breath of relief when I drive down the road and get to the gates that lead to the house. The gates are slow to open, but finally, I get to the garage, wait for the door to rise and