I suppose you may think this is like any other story, or movie about some teenaged girl with an issue well... you're probably right. Really, right!'Cause my life's twisted, pathetic and just plain fu*ked up... Until he walked in, when he came things changed...
Or so, I thought.
Somehow, I ended up on Church Hill, between Cedar’s street and Guther’s Lane intersection. A dark night like this, I should be in my room writing poetry or playing my guitar till I fall asleep. But, no I’m barefoot on a street I basically know by road signs. How I got here barefoot and drunk, I don’t know. My head was fuzzy with unclear thoughts of a party. As if I am a party person.
Sorry, I guess I should better introduce myself. The name is Jazaline Augusta Low your favorite class freak, loner and music extraordinaire. And my head hurts; I think I should add that. I’m staring down at the yellow lines drawn on the road and thinking about how they appear so much shorter when you’re driving. Not that, that bit of information should make your day. It’s not making my night seem peachy.
* * *
“Jazeline, you don’t understand… I’m popular. And -- and popular people have to do certain things to stay so. I hate to say it but, I tricked you so you would have a good time,” She paused, “because, your just such a… a loner.” I can’t believe this, my own sister is doing this to me, again. “I wanted you to have a good time, but it went downhill. And then everyone--”
“You know what, I’m glad we had this talk. Now I realized what lives behind that mask of yours.” I turned to walk away then added, “Don’t count on me for anything.”
* * *
“Hey,” She sifts through her laughter. “What do we have here? It’s lil’ sister to the rescue. Da da-da da da-da da!” Her and her little friends group around as if I should feel intimidated. Now that I lost respect for my sister, I don’t have to respect them either.
“Wow, Julie, you always look so hot,” I grab my soda, “Maybe you should, I don’t know cool off!” Of course, I preformed my civic duty and spilled my Spite on the trick. Not laughing when ice is in your shirt, are you?
“Oops. I’m such a klutz.”
“You’re going to pay for that, Jazeline. If you thought you were an outcast before, just wait till Monday!” Julie has her eye on me as if I’m wearing all red; she’s the bull. I know what she's full of too.
* * *
“Thanks.” This is just how little girls get abducted; but what do I know, I let some stranger drive me home last night. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Delilah, we just moved two weeks ago on a count of mom’s job. Day was mad cause he has to transfer Karate schools and leave his girlfriend.” One question and it seems like she’ll tell me everyone’s biography.
“Between me and you, I never liked her.” I had to laugh a little.
“You call your brother Day?” It’s a funny nickname but it’s original. At least, I’ve never heard of it before.
“Yeah, not only on a count of his name but cause he makes everyone happy.”
“Like sunshine and blue skies?” How cute.
* * *
“Ah.” I yelped in pain as I tried to get up in order to throw my food in the trash. One of my heels broke as I was walking on a rocky area of the green. Day was at my side before I could explain.
“I guess beauty really is pain. You must be dieing” He muttered as he helped me back to the bench we had. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little… embarrassed,” I confessed.
“Don’t be,” He states as he reaches for my foot, carefully taking off the broken shoe. I’m looking from his face to his hand and back. Again, not sure… of anything. He is making me so nervous. So I gently remove my feet from his hands and search my bag for my high tops. “Do you ever want your shoes back?”
* * *
“You’re just like the rest of them!” I scream at him just hoping he could feel it. “How could you be so heartless?”
“Jay, I don--”
“Don’t call me that!” I interrupt him, turning around from the bleachers and back to him again; taking in a long deep, hurt-filled gulp of air. “You know what? Don’t EVER call me at all. I never want to see you, you’re such a liar! Pathetic,”
“Look, I-it’s not…” Sooo, what? Cat got your freakin' tongue? “You know what, I’m tired and when you see what you need to see don’t come crawling back to me! I’m not the pathetic one.” His blue eyes turned so vicious I had to step back as he walks off. I can’t believe this is happening.
I crawl under the bleacher as a light rain drains and cry silently, rocking back and forth on the damp grass.
Coming to Booksie.com on March 14, 2011
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Romance, Young, Love, School, Adult, Teen, Death, Family, Hate, Friends, Friendship, Fiction, Life, Drama, High, Abuse, Pain, Girl, Vampire, Fantasy, Vampires, Depression, Boy, Hurt, Drugs, Mystery, Adventure, New, Teens, Secrets, Summer, Sad, Teenagers, Relationships