Memories of Emily: Run Part 4

Lea Urey

Tight jeans and shirts revealed every curve of her body, forming the lines of a very dirty story told by the redneck girl, Lea Urey. Perhaps fighting Ronnie intrigued her. Perhaps she heard a tale of me pulling knives on popular people. Perhaps she just decided to slum with a loser for a bit. Whatever the reason, the country girl approached me three weeks before the end of the school year as I closed my locker. “Hey.”

Turning to the voice, I took the folded piece of paper her hand presented before she walked away without a word. Opening the note revealed her phone number, which confused and caused much worry.

Lea shared my typing class, the only class I held the star pupil title, where she sat across from me. Barred by her redneck and my loser status from social interaction, we sometimes worked on typing assignments when she needed help, which she repaid by being nice. Beyond class-related topics, we didn’t speak.

Outside class, I saw her eating lunch with the rednecks or riding to and from school with her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend Tommy in his pickup truck. Beyond these sightings, no interaction occurred with Lea, but she never bothered me, and beyond gawking at her amazing body, I ignored her.