David by Marisa Redhead16 (psychology books to read TXT) 📖

He closed his eyes and took deep breath. I looked down for a minute, and when I looked up, his eyes were red and filled with tears.

"I always sort of knew...I honestly thought you wouldn't break up with me, I thought I'd be the one to break up with you. I can't believe this. I want you, no, I need you..." he trailed off. I got off the bed and walked upstairs to my own room. I couldn't believe I'd actually done it. I broken up with my first boyfriend.

I Heard The Fake

I was in Sophia's room watching a movie with her. I had sort of become attached to her again, friend-wise this time. I didn't like Nina much anymore. Nina was becoming a royal...queen bee. So was Maureen. Something strange was  going on, and both of us wanted to find out what it was. 

She was laying on her bed, Tom by her side, watching some scary movie in which Sophia kept covering her eyes. I felt a sting of jealousy, and clinched my fists.

Titles And Heartbreak

 

 

"I am so winning," Tony said.

"Liar. I'm winning by fifteen points," I answered. We were playing Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. In this game the object is to fill up your opponent's space with color blocks. The person who's space gets filled up first loses. It's a game of strategy basically, it's a puzzle game. Wit and speed.

 

Tony's phone suddenly started playing some random song. I soon recognized it, it was 'Livin La Vida Loca'. He picked it up and answered.

"Maureen? I can't talk now. I'm spending some quality brother time with my little brother. Mo, he's like a year younger than me. Chillax, you'll get your wish."

Then it occurred to me that Tony was working with her. But for what purpose? And why? Did she just want me, was she looking to outshine Sophia, or did she want more? She was probably the one coming up with whatever scheme she came up with this time.

 

She loves schemes and planning, she's always planning on getting something, and  she won't stop until she gets it.

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Mom looked through maternity blouses while I searched the men's department for a black tie. I wasn't going anywhere, I just keep losing my ties.

 

"Can I help you?" a sweet looking brunette asked me.

"Yes, actually, I need a black tie," I explained.

"The ties are by the perfume department," she said, sounding more annoyed than helpful.

"Thank you," I said, trying my best not to tell her to go find her boss to complain to. People need jobs, and I didn't want to ruin this girl's job. Unless of course she was bad enough that I would have no choice but to tell her supervisor.

 

I browsed through colognes before I found a tie I liked. Perfect size, right color, made of satin. I happened to glance over at women's shirts, and saw Sophia pick up a pretty teal blouse with a flower on the shoulder. She put it over her arm to purchase. She spied a pair of knee-high black boots, looked at the sizes, picked up a box, and made her way over to perfumes. I made my move.

 

"Hey, Tobias." she said.

 

"How did you know it was me?"

 

"Your cologne. Only you wear that delicious flavor."

 

"Oh. Well. What are you doing here alone? Usually there's someone with you."

 

"Trying to get away from the Bitch Brigade. Maureen has gone off the deep end, and she's corrupted my sister and best friend. I can usually count on Nina, but now it's like she doesn't like me anymore."

 

"Maureen has gone off the deep end in craziness," I agreed.

 

"So I'm shopping by myself to make myself feel better. No budget. Mom and Dad give us each one million in shopping money every month." she said. Huh. That was new. I didn't know that.

 

I hugged her, and walked over to Mom. She smiled at me. "Are you friends with her again?" she asked.

 

"Yeah, she eventually forgave me." I explained. She nodded, and took the tie I picked out. She brought a bunch of clothes to the register. Ironically, the clerk was the annoying brunette. She gave us a fake smile and spoke to us in a fake voice that was higher-pitched than her own. I asked Mom for the van keys. Yes, we have several cars, one for Tony, one for Mom, the old family van that's been around for years, Dad's car, and that car that shall become mine the instant I get my license.

 

I scoffed and turned around. I spotted a patch of familiar looking blonde hair. I also detected a hint of an Australian accent. Tears stung my eyes at the memory of him. He really hurt me, and he was still staying with us. Was he stalking me?

 

 

 

 I felt heavy chested. I could smell his cologne. I saw a braid. A platinum blonde braid. I saw him. His hair shone like the sea, and all of a sudden, I felt his arms around me again.  I couldn't take much more, emotion was flooding through me like a waterfall.

 

I walked out the Exit, trying to regain control of myself. I unlocked the van, heard a nasty word behind my back, and climbed in. Some guy thought it would be a good idea to write the word fag on a piece of paper and press it against the window. That was too much for me. I broke down, hiding my face in my jacket. It was bad enough to be fat, but to be a fag, too? What else was I? Some loser? Some hopeless bisexual romantic who easily attracted both men and women and he had no idea why? Don't answer that.

 

 

 

 

 

I did tell my mother what had happened after I left the store, but not before. I know that if I hadn't broken up with him, I wouldn't be feeling like this. Even the "dumpers" in a broken relationship go through a period of grief and regret. Most of us, anyway. I felt the tears make their way down, and I wanted to take David back, apologize to him, to let him know I still loved him. I laid down in my bed for two hours when I got home. I didn't even put my new tie up. I looked at myself in a handheld mirror. To me, I looked ugly. I smirked, got up and turned off the light switch.

 

Forever or Just For a Few Weeks

"He's really hot. You'd like him." Sophia was trying to set me up with another guy.

 

"I doubt that. I will never like anyone as much as I liked-"

 

"Don't say it out loud! He and I are disagreeing on certain  topics."

 

"I thought you hated each other?"

 

"Not at all, we simply disagree on certain romantic objects."

 

I looked down. We were at a party at the Party Shack, an old abandoned house that students from Burkhard and Ingelheim gather to throw parties and sometimes do illegal stuff without getting caught. On the outside, it looks like a clubhouse. On the inside, you'll see topless girls, alcoholic beverages everywhere, and other crazy stuff.

 

"You'll last a long time with Rye," Sophia said, winking at me.

"Forever or just a few weeks?" I mumbled.

"A few months. He's superhot, but at the end of the day he's not the sharpest eyeliner in the makeup case," she said.

I shook my head and sipped my drink. I'd chosen a non-alcoholic beverage, root beer. Sophia sipped her ownbeverage, a margarita. I looked around, looking for some clues. I heard some girls gossiping.

 

"Seriously, is that her weak attempt to look pretty? She's never been pretty! She's certainly not as pretty as Maureen."

 

"Is that your weak attempt to hurt my feelings?" Sophia snapped.

 

"We were actually talking about her," one girl, a blue-eyed brunette, said, pointing behind us. A girl that frequented Burkhard's parties but didn't actually go to our school was visible. She was playing beer pong with some shady people. She reeked of alcohol. She finished, then spit out half a mouthful. She shook her California blond hair and blinked her seafoam green eyes. She was definitely attractive on the outside, but who knew about the inside?

 

I looked over at the people she was with. Maureen and Tony were in the crowd, and they appeared to be holding hands. I had seriously thought that Maureen had a boyfriend. Apparently he was my older brother. She looked content and sligtly slutty, as she kept giving guys The Look. A look that said "I'm desperate for male attention".

 

 

I was certain that David would be here. And he was. Making out with Chester in the corner until he was kicked upstairs. I told Sophia I had to use the restroom and sneaked upstairs. I walked until I heard familiar noises and listened in one of the bedrooms. I heard a male screech, then he gasped. I felt sick. I leaned back again, trying to swallow the acid building up in my throat. I smelled a familiar cologne and then realized the door was open. Realizing that I probably looked crazy, I stood up quickly.

 

I started to leave before he grabbed my shoulder. "Tobias..." he croaked.

 

"David, I'm-" But he fainted and I saw that it was Chester, not David.

 

"Oh my God..." I started freaking out.

 

"Get him in my truck. He's seizing!" David said, grabbing his infamous leather jacket. He slung Chester over his shoulder in one easy sweep. He carried him downstairs I followed close behind.

 

"Take him to the hospital," I told David as I got in his truck.

 

"No, I'm taking him home. I still need to pay part of the bill from when I went," he answered stonily.

 

"What for?!"

"He'll recover after some sleep and medication. He'll need to drink tea and water. And milk. Milk helps, it really does." David drove on, and