The Deplorable Love Story by Zoraida Fermin (best free ebook reader for android .TXT) 📖

started to panic a little. Next thing I knew I had moved two seats closer to her. “I’m such an idiot. She’s going to think I’m creepy or a stalker. Who the hell sits two seats away to then only move two seats closer? God, I messed this up!” I said that pretty loud in my head, so I’m hoping none of that came out, but what did come out of mouth screwed up my chance with her. “Hi. Can I buy you a drink?” The expression on her face looked as if she was appalled. “Um no sorry but thank you,” she said. I was shocked but not surprised to be shot down… of course. I was stupid to think that a girl like her would ever want to have a drink with a guy like me, but that didn’t stop me from trying again or trying to make this conversation go a little better. So I said sorry to her and told her, “Where are my manners? I’m Skylar James Anderson, and you are?” She looked at me as if I was wasting her time. It took her awhile to say her name. I started to notice how impatient I was getting. So I tried to control it. But finally, she said, “I’m Maliyah Nicole Smith,” a soft smile broke through her unrelenting face. But before I knew it, she was out of there. I didn’t even get her number or even a card. I took her seat and felt bummed. That is until I looked down. I saw that she forgot to grab one of her cards. It had practically everything on it, from her name to cell number, to where she worked. Chapter Three

 CHAPTER THREE (Skylar):

 

It’s been about a week since I’ve last seen her. I needed an excuse to see her! She made my heart beat faster than a shooting star could fly across the sky. I don’t know if shooting stars even go that fast, but from what I’ve seen in movies, they seem to move pretty darn fast. Not just that but it is also rare, and so is Maliyah. She was able to make me feel a way I haven’t felt in five years. It’s still hard to talk about what happened, but I’ll tell you when the time is right.

 

Maliyah. The only thing I know about her is her name, cell phone, and where she works. I'm already crazy about her. Thinking about her constantly, just wanting to make conversation with her. I thought about showing up at her job. It took me a minute to process the fact that if I did, actually I will indeed look like a stalker. I wanted her to like me and maybe actually work on becoming friends or maybe even something more.

     Instead of going to her job, I thought it would be best to talk to one of my pals. She has stayed in my life since the 3rd grade. We have been through every single thing together. Even though I call her my friend, I introduce her as my sister. She’s my only friend… now. I keep forgetting my manners! Sorry. Allow me to introduce to you, my sister, Prue Elizabeth Williams.

    She is probably the only person in this world who understands me and who likes me for me. She doesn’t care what I’ve done in the past because she sees the good in people. Prue is a very kind, sweet, caring, and a loving person. That is until you push her buttons. Big Tip: Don’t push her buttons! Never! I remember when we were in high school. It was during my lunch period. I use to be exactly two grades above of her, so that meant that we were never going to have the same lunch period. We did have classes together like Spanish and Math.

 

Anyways, that is beside the point; I was at lunch while she had American History One. There was this conflict that had been going on for some time now. There was this guy named Jake. She and a few other guys were drinking, and smoking and one thing led to another. Jake tried to force himself on her. Prue suddenly got the idea that she should pull out her pocketknife. She was always trying to prove a point on how she can take care of herself and blah, blah, blah.

 

But I knew better than just to let him get away with trying to pull something like that on her. Since Jake was in my lunch, that’s the first thing I was after. I found him sitting with another girl and a few of his little friends. I didn’t want to start any problems or arguments, but I asked him about the night before, and it turns out he had lied. One of my biggest pet peeves is people who lie.

 

So I punched him square in the face. It was a fair fight until his friends got involved. Then it became a 5:1 ratio. If I would have listened to my mom and at least tried to make new friends, then it probably would have been a fair fight. But it’s wasn’t so I got beat.

 

Lucky for me there was a teacher buying lunch across the cafeteria. Plus I got three good hits in and on the last punch I knocked him straight to the ground. Up until that point, everything was pretty much fair. I guess guys like that cannot stand to hear everybody say they’ve lost the fight. Which still didn’t work out for him because everyone called him the punk for not being able to handle his fight on his own. After all of that commotion, I ended up getting suspended for a week. However, the other guys got suspended for two weeks.

    After Prue had heard what had happened, we grew closer and closer every year. At one point people thought we were dating until they heard about the guy she was dating from Transylvania. It didn’t work out because she doesn’t do well with long distance relationship, but it lasted longer then she had, actually longer than I thought it would have. We even stayed in touch after high school, during our years of college, and even the years after that. She knows every single one of my secrets except the one about Maliyah, but that’s a different story. I haven’t seen Prue in 2 weeks, but it’s a good thing she’s coming home in just a few hours.

    Just so I wouldn’t look at the clock, I began to cook and make Prue her favorite dish of all time, stuffed bell peppers with rice and beans. Time flew by as I busied myself with setting the table, cooking, cleaning, and watching TV. By the time I was putting the food out on the table, there was a knock on my door. I check the peephole and saw Prue standing there. I swung the door open and gave her a big hug. “Hey, Prue how was your flight? Let me grab your stuff. I hope you’re feeling hungry!”

 

She walked through the door and closed it. She took off her shoes and her jacket and began making herself feel comfortable at home while I took her bags into her room. When I came back, she was just drying her hands while heading over to the table. I pulled out her chair and sat down in front of her. I didn’t want to tell her about Maliyah just yet. I just didn’t want to bombard her with a whole bunch of nonsense stories and crap. Instead, we passed out the food, said our grace and began to eat and talk about her trip.

 

The rest of the evening was pretty simple but sweet. We just hung out on the couch with some wine after eating our meal and had a conversation all through the night. Some quality time is much needed for Prue and I. I’m glad we got the chance to do that tonight.

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR: (Maliyah)

 

 

 

I got to the door and reluctantly stopped. I had no idea why I suddenly paused with my right hand holding onto the handle. I took a look back and saw that Skylar had taken the seat where I had once sat moments ago. He looked sad, upset, and downright defeated. I hated seeing people like that and I hated it even more when I made people feel like that, but I don’t know him…I mean I don’t know Skylar. Either way, I found myself shoving, budding, and nudging through people as I made my way back to the bar.

 

When I got there, I didn’t even have to make eye contact with Skylar. As if he knew I was coming back or at least hoping that I would. Skylar looked up at me only to say, “I thought you left?” The words and tone that came out of his mouth made it seem like he didn’t care, but the look in his eyes said something entirely divergent.

 

I turned my head towards his direction and said, “I got to the door, but I never made it to the other sided.” He just looked at me with an emotionless face. I stood there for a few seconds thinking if I need to explain myself further. Then I looked up, and his expression changed from emotionless to a curious look. So I began to explain myself further, “Look it’s 12:30. I work in 2 and half hours, and I didn’t think that drinking before I went to work was professional. That and the only thing I know about you is your name." I was just about to begin my next sentence when he eagerly jumped in to say, “Then let's get to know each other.”

 

I stood there looking at him, thinking if it was remotely a good idea to sit down with a complete stranger just to make conversation about one another’s life. Then I thought to myself. We’re in a public place there’s no way he’ll harm me here. Just calm down and stop being negative. So I sat down, and we began to talk about pointless things like our funniest memories and just other things that made us laugh.

 

It surprised me how our humor was the same. Noticing that was such a relief I was able to relax and not worry so much. I looked at the time on my phone