"Cynthia! I'm going out!" I bellowed as I made my way to the door.
Since she was the only one at home, I simply wanted to let her know that I was leaving.
It was a thing we do.
Before I reached the front door, I watched as she poked her head from the hallway that led to the kitchen with a glint in her eyes. "Is it that Fabian guy again?" she asked as she wriggled her eyebrows.
"No. I'm actually going to hang out with Colton. And stay out of my life." I threw her a glare, but she only smirked wider at me as she rushed towards the front door.
I threw it open, and I saw that Colton was already waiting in my driveway.
I trotted carefully through the familiar path as I used my phone's flashlight to guide me through the dark.I wasn’t sure if this was my best idea, but I knew I didn’t want to see anyone else and there couldn’t be a better place to meet him, even if it's in the dark of the night on a trail behind an old farmhouse, in the middle of what seemed like nowhere.Relief dawned on me when I saw the outline of a muscular silhouette sitting on a rock in front of the surprisingly sparkling water. The moon danced on its crystal feature as the crickets sang loudly.The sound of my feet caused him to look behind him, and he smiled welcomingly at me as I joined him.That smile alone&
"Are you ready for this?"I gulped, my body shaking like a Chihuahua as I slowly nodded. I didn't have another choice anyways, so I had to be ready."Once you get on Paris, there's no turning back," he said in a soft voice, but loud enough for me to hear."I understand the terms," I snapped unintentionally. My heart was going a mile per hour, and my palms were getting sweaty in fear.With a single nod, he handed me a helmet and climbed on, motioning for me to follow."Just hold on, okay?""Okay." And just like that, he was off.
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got uncomfortable and so I changed into my PJ's. Except, they were sleeveless and pretty short. I've had them since forever, after all, and Fabian had his fair share of jokes about them too.So I knew that when I stretched over to reach for the charger, my top had ridden up and exposed my back. And on my back was..."You saw it didn’t you?" I asked, looking down as I shuffled uncomfortably away from him.It was odd that he never saw it the first time we went swimming at his school, but I remember specifically ensuring that I didn’t turn my back towards him.It was a scar. A very ugly scar.
The day had finally come, and I could literally feel nerves eating away at me.I haven’t spoken to Colton since the day of our picnic, and I found that odd. The only time we communicated was when I suggested that we all hang out so he could know Fabian better, and all he did was send a message saying 'that's cool' and that was all.I saw him at school today, but he barely looked at me. I felt like I hurt his feelings when I walked away from him at the park, and then texted him a few hours later telling him that I'd like him to meet my new love interest or whatever. It must’ve been quite obvious that I left him to go see Fabian on Saturday, and I felt pretty bad about it.At the moment it felt like my act was justified. He was being childish by trying to chase Fabian away when he took my phone, and I didn’t like that. But he is my best friend and instead of talking to him about it, I went to the very same guy who he obvio
It was 4:57 and I was the only one sitting in the diner.My legs shook in anticipation, as I glanced through the window ever so often for the other two boys. I knew they still had three minutes to spare, but it didn’t help my nerves one bit.After everything was cleared between Colton and I, I had spent the last two and a half hours with a new thing worrying my mind--the meeting of the two boys.4:59.Only one minute and still no sign of them. I grabbed my phone, deciding to make a few calls but then the familiar roar of a bike had me gazing through the glass window.Fabian.He looked devilishly sexy in his full black outfit--black jeans, black T-shirt with a black leather jacket and definitely a dark bad-boy aura as he whipped the helmet from his head and did that sexy hair shake thingy.God help me.As if feeling my eyes on him, he met my gaze across the parking lot and of
Anastasia and I watched in anticipation as Colton stopped in front of Fabian.For a moment I thought he'd punch him, simply by the way he walked over to him like some Alpha male, but I sighed in relief when I noticed that they were only talking. Still, my nerves were never soothed as I anticipated what they must've been talking about.I had no clue, but I hoped they were both being mature young men like I knew they were. Well, to an extent."What do you think they're talking about?" Anastasia asked in a hushed whisper for whatever reason. I shrugged."I don’t know. Doesn’t look like they're exchanging numbers," I pointed out. They were both tense, but they didn’t look upset either. I wanted to move closer to eavesdrop, but it'd be too obvious.Anastasia and I stood in silence for a while before I heard her sigh."You know, I know about you and Colton," she said out of the blue, causing me
It has been three days and I have heard nothing from Fabian. Literally nothing.He said he was going to call, but I didn’t even receive a text. I was quite annoyed with him for avoiding me like this, since I literally had no idea what Colton could’ve told him. Then again, I felt horrible. If what Colton told him was enough to have him avoiding me, then what the hell was really happening?It was the way he said goodbye that told me that he didn’t want to be avoiding me, but obviously what Colton said was taking a hard time on him. He kissed me, held onto me so tight as if he didn’t want to let go, and then when he did, the sadness was evident in his eyes.I desperately wanted to know what the hell Colton told him, but Fabian wouldn't return my text or calls, and Colton refused to tell me.So, I refused to talk to Colton. Simple.I decided that as long a Fabian is ghosting me, I would ghost Colton
I pulled up at a huge house at four thirty in the afternoon.I decided that it would be better to go home and change before coming to see Fabian. Hopefully, he wanted to see me too.He lived on the other side of town—the rich side if I should say so myself. I couldn’t say I was surprised either. He goes to Hamilton High and that’s a huge giveaway. However, he never acted like he was wealthy. He didn’t even dress up in expensive, designer clothes either. If they were, then it wasn’t obvious and he didn’t show off with them.The house was huge and white, almost looking like the white of America minus the fancy columns and whatnot. I was a bit intimidated and I wanted to turn around and try calling again. But then I re
Closing Song: I Guess I'm In Love By Clinton Kane *** I pulled away gently to look up at him, and he was already gazing down at me. "Hi, Beautiful," he greeted softly, causing my smile to grow wider. "Hi, Handsome," I returned just as sweet. "Happy birthday." He chuckled with a slight shake of his head. "For the umpteenth time today, thank you." I rolled my eyes at his teasing tone. Okay, maybe I overdid it a little bit. "I know, I know," I defended. "But it is the first time that I get to tell you while doing this…." I pulled on his bottom lip with my teeth, automatically giving me access to initiate a kiss. I moved my lips against his in a rhythmic caress, keeping my body pressed flush against his. "Happy birthday," I whispered as I pulled away, but he quickly reclaimed my lips, showing that he wasn't quite ready for our kiss to end just yet. "
*Four Months Later* Being at the end can be sad, but it also can be a good thing. The end, in some aspects, means the beginning of something new. The end of a good meal most times leads to a great dessert. The end of a good movie typically gives a chance to start a new one. As for me, the end of high school opens the door for new opportunities in life. It was a sad moment in some sense. Seven years of high school has been a journey. The nostalgia was almost overwhelming, but it was all worth it. I had good times and bad times. I had tons of fun and shed a lot of tears too. But high school was where I met some of the most important people in my life, and so it will forever be one of my favourite places. University was a big step from high school, but I suppose I was somewhat ready. The months of getting acceptance letters were terribly nerve-wracking. However, it wasn't too bad, because my friends and I wouldn't
For a while, I was frozen in my spot. My dad was… hugging me? His shoulder shook once, and I slowly raised my arms to wrap around his back as sudden remorse swamped my nerves.This wasn’t only hard for Cynthia and me. It must’ve been hell for him too. To call a woman who was in love with another man your wife for two years, sharing a bed that had no comfort and still had to be strong for his kids, couldn’t have been easy.Of course, there were a zillion things they both could’ve done differently, but just like Fabian and that girl who died, some things just happen to slip away right before your eyes.We are mere humans, after all.“I’m so sorry, Paris,” he sobbed as he slid down to his knees before me, keeping his head buried in my stomach. My tears fell involuntarily as I watched the strongest man I know break in front of me. “I failed you. I failed my daughters.”Cynthia ran towards us
I stood outside my house in a nervous mess. I tried to move forward, but my feet wouldn’t go.It was almost one in the afternoon by the time Fabian dropped me off, and I looked back for the umpteenth time to ensure that he was still there. Just like every time I checked, he was sitting in the car under the neighbour’s tree, staring at me. “You can do this, Paris,” I mumbled, trying to give myself a push. Still, I felt stuck. With a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and dialled Cynthia’s number. She picked up on the third ring. “Paris? Where are you?” she asked, sounding distressed. I sighed. “I’m outside. Can you—um—can you meet me by the porch?” “Sure. I’m on my way.” On a typical day, she would’ve made fun of me for being a baby. But she, more than anyone, understood the intensity of the situation and our feelings. As she appeared in front of me, I felt my guilt resurface full folds. Her eyes were red and puffy, and the
Colton.My eyes darted between the two boys. They didn't appear as sudden best friends—far from it, actually. But they both looked at me with a similar light in their eyes. They cared for me, and I assumed that was the only reason they were in the same place again.My eyes lingered on Fabian for a while, silently asking him if he did this. As far as I knew, Colton didn't have this address. However, all he did was shoot me a wink before leaving the room.My gaze settled on Colton as he reluctantly crossed the room, and I straightened my back as I rested the remainder of food on the nightstand."H-hi," he said with a short wave. I cleared my throat as I returned the gesture."When you said you wanted to hang out today, this isn't what I thought you meant," I said, attempting to initiate conversation. The last time we spoke was in Guidance class, and it wasn't even a straightforward conversation.Why did Fabian bring him here? I wasn't up
Song For Chapter:Shallow by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper***I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders as I struggled to find sleep. I had been in bed for the past hour, yet rest would not relieve me.Maybe it was the fact that my life had just been turned upside down or that Fabian had been gone for that entire hour, knowing how upset I was. I don't blame him, though. I was probably making him uncomfortable with my mood swings. One minute I was fine, then in a second, I was a bawling mess again.It had only been two hours since I saw my mother cheating on my dad, yet it felt like it was two seconds ago. Then, to see him so nonchalant and unresponsive to it was my literal breaking point. I knew there was no way I could take it back, and maybe it was good that I actually saw it tonight. Perhaps it was for the best. We all knew that it was bound to happen eventually, after all. Now that her secret is out, they can go on with th
Fabian's POV I couldn’t believe my eyes. I figured I was seeing things, but one glance at Paris, and I knew I wasn’t. My heart instantly shattered as I watched her stare at her mother in disbelief. Behind her beautiful eyes, the turmoil was evident. I hated it. I hated watching her heartbreak before my eyes, yet I didn’t know what to do or say to her. She was so happy today. Though she had a bad week, I was glad that her weekend started off well, seeing that she really enjoyed visiting Dad. If only we were a little bit later or earlier, then she’d go to bed happy and send me one of those adorable pictures from under her covers, with her purple bonnet over her head and her retainer against her teeth. But one simple thing at the wrong time ruined her night, and by the looks of it, it would leave a permanent stain on her view of life. I’ve had my fair share of family drama. I know what it’s like to wake up one day, and your entire world crumbles
After thanking me and patting Fabian on his shoulder with a proud gaze, Jim led us inside. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was blown away by the interior. It was simple and homely, yet was so modern and beautiful. I got cosy in his surprisingly excessive couch as he rested the lily on a windowpane. Fabian sat beside me and immediately wrapped his arms around my shoulder as his dad fetched us sodas. I relaxed in his arms as his dad returned and handed us the drinks. “Thank you,” I smiled, and Fabian rested his on the coffee table. “So,” Jim said as he relaxed in the chair across from us. “My boy has a girlfriend. I thought it would’ve never happened.” I spitted a little of my soda on my lap as I tried to suppress a laugh. Fabian? Never getting a girlfriend. It seemed so unlikely to me. “I’m sorry,” I giggled. “It’s just hard to imagine Fabian without a girlfriend.” Seeming offended and amused at the same time, Fabian na
If I could choose between a car ride or motorcycles with Fabian, I’d definitely choose cars. Why? Because being in a closed space when he drives makes him a different person. On his bike, he had a certain mischievous aura, but in a car, he’s definitely a sweet boyfriend type.For the past hour, we’ve been playing corny car games to pass the time. Eventually, they evolved into our own version of games, and it was hilarious.“Okay, okay. I have another one,” I cheered as our laughter died down. “What’s the most confusing way a girl could break up with someone?”“I don’t know, but I sure do hope it doesn’t happen to me,” Fabian said with a chuckle. I got excited to share my lame joke, so I spun in my seat as far as the seat belt would let me so I could see him better.“Leaving a note on your old car she borrowed saying, ‘this isn’t working.’”Out of m