chapter 1: The cold Goodbye

Alex pov

The beauty of the green lush scenery stretched for miles, I was looking out of the car window, but the beautiful vegetation might as well jad look bland in my eyes, thinking about the past six hours of my was like a torment I don't know how to stop, the pain was there and it's still there, and I fear will still be there.

He had left without saying the final goodbye we had promised each other; we had planned to meet up in the morning and exchange numbers and even agreed to introduce our parents, but I had stood for close to two hours waiting for him.

“Alex, did you hear me?” The voice of my mum sounded distant in my ears.

“Huh??” I tried to get myself together, but it was not just happening.

“Oohh my baby, what's wrong? Are you hurt?” My mum saw my puffed and red eyes.

“It…its…nothing I stammered” to my horror my anxiety that had disappeared since three months I had been in camp, kicked in.

“Sweety, pls tell mummy what happened, were you bullied again or harassed…”

My mum kept on pressing me, her annoying voice pounding in my head, I just needed quietness and calm. I wanted to be on my own and wallow in my mystery; I wanted to blame myself for falling and falling so hard for a green-eyed boy. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Just…t shut up, mum!!” I snapped at her, cutting her short and plunging everywhere in an awkward silence. My mum's unbelievably wide eyes daring at me through the rear mirror. It was like she was confused about which emotion to show the case.

I felt a little guilty at the way I snapped at her, but I was stubborn. I refuse to open my mouth to apologize.

The rest of the ride was done in silence, with my mum giving me looks every five minutes of the journey, but I didn’t care. I might as well have doomed off throughout the journey. Waking up when we reached my house.

My house was a very big property in the streets, probably the biggest. My mum always says it is an inheritance from my grandparents.

But that was all I knew about that. We have a miad by the name Shirley, a woman in her forties who has taken care of me since I can remember.

“Mum I am….”

“It's fine, sweety; I guessed it's not easy to change the environment; take your time to get used to home,” She cut off my apology, patting me on my head before going into the house.

“Remember to get your luggage from the trunk, honey!”

“Yes, mum,” I sighed at my failed attempt to apologize. My mum has been doing a lot, and I know, plus the problem with my father, she doesn't need more problems on her plate right now.

“Hey, the weird kid is back!!” My neighbor, good for nothing, kids shouted across their fence, making me roll my eyes at them. I immediately carried my luggage and hurried into the house.

“Hey waste of space, how is your father!” I heard their laughter and voices taunting me. I shook my head, closing our door and blocking their sounds. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

“Welcome, young Alex,” Shirley's voice came from behind. She was normally on her Beeb,

“Thank you, Shirley; tell my mum I am in my room,” I said, rushing upstairs so that she wouldn't see that tears had already welled up in my eyes.

Once in my room, I collapsed on the bed, the tears burst open like a dam, and I cried till I had no tears to shed, thinking about the happy times I had, those were the happiest moments of my life.

“It hurts” the pain, knowing the fact that I will never see him again, his charming smile, and his piercing green eyes that I still imagine will come out anytime and tell me it's just a joke.

My lips still tingle from that kiss. He had caught me unawares. I never once thought Jacob had seen me that way. We had just been very close, and I had tried my best to keep my feelings and fantasies to myself, but in that abandoned closet , when we had gone to hide like usual, he had done something unexpected, he had kissed me. And more so, he had stolen my heart away with that one kiss.