Chapter 3:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Chapter 2:

Roy’s POV:

Why is Stephanie so persistent when it comes to this girl? Why do I need to give her a ride? I let out a sigh of disappointment. But I know, better than anyone, that there’s no point in arguing with Steph when she gets an idea.

I remember when we were kids Stephanie had a fairly big dog named Princess. It wasn’t a girl but Stephanie got to name it. Steph kept asking me to get on Princesses back and wouldn’t stop crying until I did. So when I did get on its back, Steph got Princesses attention with his favorite chew toy. Let’s just say I had to hold on for dear life, and Stephanie nearly laughed herself to death.

“Man, I don’t even like… What was her name?” I mumbled to myself, trying to remember the girl’s name.

I made my way to the exit when I saw that girl. How am I going to tell her when I don’t know her name? I ran to get closer to her planning to guess her name, when I saw her name written on her bag. So it’s Jessica?

When I was finally at an arms length from her, I taped her on the shoulder. “Hi. Jessica right?”

“Yeah. Can I help you?” She asked with a bit of an attitude in her voice.

I began to explain my situation to her. “Well I told Stephanie my address and as it turns out, I drive by your house everyday.” She looked rather shocked when I said that, almost as if she was creped out. “Anyway, she told me you’re normally running late so she asked me to drive you. And before you say anything, if you have a problem with this, take it up with Stephanie. This was her idea.” I finished explaining my situation, hoping she would reject the offer. I think she dislikes me about as much as I dislike her. I don’t know why but there’s something about her that gets to me. But then I saw a slight smile on her face. Oh no.

“I don’t mind.” She said in a soft voice, almost whispering. I love how nothing goes my way.

I looked past her, realizing I had no choice now. “Hope not because there goes your buss.” She turned around to see that I was telling the truth, but she didn’t seam to mind much.

We walked out to the parking lot, and Jessica started to look around. I guess she was looking for my ride. “So what car is yours?” She asked still looking or my car.

“Car? Who said anything about a car?” I threw her a helmet and got on my bike. Jessica stalled for a moment realizing I wasn’t joking. She put on the helmet and got on the bike behind me. As soon as she did, I went full speed. I’m not used to having someone else on the bike with me and drove the way I normally do. But out of no where, she wrapped her arms around my waist and held me tightly. It somehow felt… right. Almost like I wanted her to wrap her arms around me. OK. I need to stop thinking. I mean listen to me. I don’t even like this girl.

“So where are you from!?” She shouted. Should I answer? I can’t get to close to anyone. But she’s only trying to be friendly.

“New York!” I shouted back, answering her questions. A few questions won’t hurt.

“What brings you to Miami!?” This I can’t answer.

“Reasons! Where do you live!?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Just turn right up here! I’m the first house on the left!” Great! I can drop her off. I don’t feel like talking to her anyway… First house on the left? I slowed down before coming to a complete stop.

“Did you say the first house on the left?” I asked, scared to hear the answer.

“Yeah, Why?” Man, I can’t believe this. I guess God really is punishing me.

“I’m the third house on the right.” I answered.

“Are you kidding?”

I let out a heave sigh. “I wish I was.” I really did. Maybe I should have moved in with Stephanie? Jessica also let out a sigh.

“Just drop me off.” She said, talking under her breath, sounding rather disappointed. I couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to be nabors with me either.

I did what she told me and dropped her off at her house. She hoped off my bike and was about to hand me my helmet. “Keep it. I got to drive you to school to. Steph’s orders.”

“Remind me to slap some cense into her tomorrow.” She said jokingly.

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait in line.” I replied, playing along with her joke.

An awkward silence surrounded us before we said our goodbyes.

I parked my bike in the garage, and walked into my house. I lived alone so I wasn’t expecting a welcome back or anything. I looked around checking to see if anything was moved. After that I went to my bed room and laid down, when unexpectedly the thought of Jessica wrapping her arms around me came to mind. A smile slowly made its way across my face when I realized what I was thinking about. “I need to get some sleep.”

“Please, she’s only a child.”

“You trust him?” “With my life.”


“Everything’s OK baby.”

“Lance! Do it!” “She’s just a kid!”

“Do it!”




I wake up short of breath. The last thing I remember about the dream was the sound of gunfire echoing through the air. Sweat poured down my face, my body was shaking, and tears began to build up in my eyes. I lie back down in bed, and let the tears flow down my face. What was I doing? I had no right to cry.

Jessica’s POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. My eyes barely open, I crawled out of bed. Half way through my morning routine I hear my dad yelling out to me.

“Jessica!” He didn’t sound too thrilled. I finished doing my hair and walked down stairs to see what the problem was.

“Morning dad. Morning mom. What’s the matter?” That’s what I asked, but I didn’t really care. I was too tired to care.

“Is that a friend of yours waiting out side.” Dad asked, angrily.

I peeked out the window as I chocked on my own breath. Roy was standing out side, leaning against his bike. I looked back at dad to see he wasn’t very pleased with Roy’s appearance.

I explained the situation to dad, hoping he wouldn’t be to upset. “He’s Stephanie’s cousin. He’s new at school and lives three houses away. He’s offered to give me a ride to school.”

“On that thing?” He asked. “It’s a car wreck on wheels.”

“Yeah, I know. Not exactly my idea of a ride either, but at least he’s friendly enough to offer.”

“That is beside the point.” Dad scolded.

“Sorry dad. I got to go, or I’ll be late.” I didn’t give dad a chance to respond to that. I quickly gave him a kiss and ran out the door, putting on my helmet. As I approached Roy, I gave him a dirty look.

“What do you think you’re doing waiting outside my door?” I screamed at him.

Roy didn’t answer. He just got on his bike and waited for me to get on.

“Roy, are you OK?” I asked worried. I’ve only know him a day, but I know when someone has something on there mind. But he still didn’t answer. I climbed on the back of his bike and he began to drive. This silence between us was different from yesterday. It wasn’t awkward, but instead… I don’t know, depressing might be the right word for it.

When we arrived at the school Roy still didn’t say anything. He got off the bike and headed towards the school. Stephanie and Betty were running towards us.

“Good morning Roy.” Stephanie said cheerfully.

Roy glanced at her, but didn’t say anything. He just kept walking in the direction he was going.

“What’s wrong with Roy?” Betty asked, not really concerned.

“Don’t know. He’s been like that all morning.” I answered.

“I think it has something to do with New York.” Stephanie explained. “He moved here a month ago, and some days he’s like that. I don’t know why. It might have something to do with him moving back here.” Something to do with New York? What could have happened?

My first class was art and all I did was think about Roy. I thought about how I always saw sadness in his eyes, so I ended up drawing an enlarged picture of one of his grey eyes and inside the pupil was a man bound by chains. Was Roy bound to the memories of his past?

Later during lunch I asked Stephanie about it. “Roy doesn’t like to talk about New York.” She explained.

“So he hasn’t told you anything?” I asked, think this was hopeless.

“Sorry, he didn’t. By the way, why are you so interested?” Stephanie asked with a smile clear across her face.

“No reason.” That was the only answer I could come up with. I knew it wasn’t enough for Stephanie, so I needed to change the subject, fast.

That’s when Betty and Andy came to sit with us. “What’s all the gossip?” Betty asked.

“I think Jessica Is crushing on Roy.” Stephanie answered full of hope.

Andy shot out of his seat. He looked upset. “What! But you’ve only known him for two days!”

“I’m not crushing on Roy!” I exclaimed. “I just find how he acts… interesting.”

Betty leans over to Stephanie pretending to whisper. “Other wise known as crushing.” The two began to laugh.

“You guys are imposable.” I got up out of my seat and walked away out of frustration.

As I made my way down the hall I saw Roy. He was leaning against his locker in a daze, not reacting to anything around him. What happened to him?

Submitted: March 31, 2011

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"what happened?", what a novel question. Have you noticed that's the first thing people ask? Any way, your story is good as fat as I can tell. Update me?-Ariel

Fri, April 1st, 2011 5:16pm


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