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

while he got up to use the bathroom. I saw that it was almost 2 o’clock. Time flew by faster than I could blink my eyes three times in a row. By the time he came back, I had already paid my bill for the drinks I’ve obviously drunk. “Leaving without saying goodbye?”

 

I looked at him as he was taking his seat again. “No I was just paying, but I do have to start going. I start standing up, and I gave him a hug and said goodbye. He paid for his bill and caught up to me before I walked out the door. Before I could go, he handed me a napkin of his full name and his cell phone number. We said good-bye and walked our separate ways. I got into my car and drove off to work before I was late.

 

When I arrive at work, I couldn’t help but noticed that the only thing I could think about is Skylar. There was something about him that made me want to get to know him just a little bit more. Before I walked through the big metal doors, I told myself I couldn’t think about Skylar this much and especially not now.

 

But of course, my mind just decided to not listen to me. Getting my mind to cooperate with what I needed to be doing at the time was just as hard as trying to pay attention to what I needed to be doing for my job. I consistently found myself looking at the clock right above my desk and a little stressed out. Not being able to focus and pay attention to the person that was explaining my role made me frustrated and stressed.

 

It’s my first day on the job, and already I’m distracted, stressed, and frustrated. I think I just beat the record for feeling all three on the first day. I realized that once I started focusing on the way, I was feeling and thought less and less about Skylar. I figured that out of the two of us I’m probably the one who thought more about the other... right?

    Surprisingly the next couple of hours flew by. The next thing I knew I was making sure my desk was neat and organized. Then I made sure all the papers were in the correct folders and that the folders were in the right place. I even had enough time to make cute labels for the folders too, which by the way were not easy to make!

 

By 9 o’clock I had clocked out of work and made my way to the car. I typically head out to eat with some co-workers, but I felt a little exhausted and worn out from work today. I began walking in the direction of my car when I heard a voice call my name. I decided to keep walking, but only a little bit slower. Just to see if the person would say my name again. This person's voice sounded so familiar as if it was someone I knew from high school or college. It was a guy, but I can’t put a name on it.

As I shout at myself with the little voice within my brain, "Ugh what’s his name? Think Maliyah think!" Before I could figure out the guy's name, he caught up to me and said, “You must be getting old if you can’t hear your name from 5 feet away Nikki.”

 

And as the little voice in my brain continues to talk to me..."Nikki, that’s the nickname Jackson gave me. Oh my gosh, Jackson! My high school sweetheart, we dated all throughout high school up until a month before my mother got killed. What is he doing here?"

 

“Jackson? Hi. It has been a long time. I didn’t know you still lived here?” We turn towards each other. “Yeah, I just moved back from LA a few weeks ago.” He always wanted to live there, and he did. Good for him. “So what brings you here Jackson?” He looked away then back into my eyes for just a split second, and then he gazed down at the floor. “Oh I don’t know just thought I should move back home.”

 

I guess I should have been a little more specific when I asked my question. “No Jackson, I mean here, on the streets, walking at this time of night. What brings you here?” His head shot straight up, and his eyes darted into mine. He had this look in eyes. It’s one of those things that you have to see to understand how hard it is to explain.

If I had to take a guess of what kind of look he had in his eyes, I would say it was like he wanted something. “Honestly Nikki, I’m here because I wanted to see you. Some of your co-workers are good friends of mine from college. It was a long shot but this is a small town, and I just had to ask someone…”

 

He paused in the middle of his sentence. What were you going to say? “I just had to ask someone if they knew you. They told me you are the new girl at this place, so I just had to come to see you.”

 

I was confused. I didn’t understand why he didn’t just give me call unless he thought that was weird? But he kept talking, and I kept listening to him talk. It seemed like he was responding to everything I was thinking, just like the old days. “Probably should have called you, but I just thought that might be a little weird. We haven’t talked or seen much of each other for a little over five years now. I don’t know.”

 

Whenever Jackson says, “I don’t know” at the end of a sentence it means that he feels defeated. Although, I don’t know why he feels that way maybe I can help cheer him up a bit. “Why don’t we go out to eat or we can head to my place and I’ll cook us a meal?”

 

He seems to hesitate at the suggestion I offered, “And we can watch any movie of your choice? Which one do you prefer?” He looks at me and before he could speak his phone rings, “I’m sorry would you excuse me for a moment?” I just nodded, and he took a few steps away from me and answered his phone. I wasn’t trying to listen in on his phone call, but it was one of the guys, and they were heading out for beers. He hangs up and heads back over towards me while he glances at his phone.

 

“You know what? If we head over to the movies now, we can make the 10 o’clock show. You in?” As I listen to Jackson talk that little voice within my brain begins to act up once more, "Are we going out the guys? Do the guys know I’m coming along? Just go out and do something fun."

 

“Yeah sure let's head over there. Which movie theater, I’ll drive.” We begin to start walking towards my car, and he says, “The one we use to go to in high school.” I unlock the car, and he opens the car door for me. What a gentlemen he has turned into I thought as I got in. The air was full of silence, but the radio kept us company the whole way there. Well, it kept him company while I kept myself busy thinking back to when we would go to the movie theater.

Chapter Five

 CHAPTER FIVE: (Skylar)

 

 

“Come on Skylar! Just tell me what’s up with you. Why have you been acting weird for the last 72 hours?”

When Prue can’t leave anything alone; you might as well spill it all out but not this time. Do you remember how I said that I didn’t want to bombard Prue with the whole Maliyah situation? Yeah well, now she’s bombarding me all because she has a feeling that I need to tell her some things.

 

As always she is correct, but I want to gather my thoughts together before I even tell her anything. I’m just weird like that, you know?

“Prue I’ll tell you when I’m good and ready, and right now I’m just not!” Ugh! Did that just come out my mouth? Well here comes the most anticipated lecture of all time, “Skylar no one is ever ready to do or say anything in their life. You just have to tell me. I don’t understand why you’re not telling me anything about whatever it is?” Prue took a pause and looked all around the room, uh-oh she's thinking of something, "SKYLAR! Just tell me already!? Please? Pretty please?" Should I just tell her? I think I might, but tomorrow sounds a whole lot better than telling her now. You know when she’s not all up my butt about this.

 

Then, on the other hand, I cracked and spilled the beans anyway. I'm so sorry for lying to you earlier, “Fine I’ll tell you then…” Prue jumps in the middle of my sentence, but of course, Prue does. When doesn’t she do that? “Good so let's go make some hot chocolate and sit on the couch,” says Prue with the biggest smile on her. She acts as if she won the main event at WrestleMania.

 

“You didn’t let me finish my sentence, Prue. What I was going to say was ok I’ll tell you then." I paused one more time, just to double check that she's going to listen to me, "don’t cut me off here again, but I will tell you tomorrow.” Boy did that knock the smile off her face like a 1-2-3 count.

 

“Skylar? I know there's something you need to say because it's written all over your face. I just want you to vent to me, and not keep anything from me.” At this point, she’s got me beat because Prue does the one thing she knows how to do best and that is to get you to talk even when you don’t want to. So I thought about what Prue had said, and the next thing I knew I was making my way over to the kitchen and grabbed two cups, pot, some milk, and cocoa powder. As I am preparing everything, Prue is just staring at me as I make the hot chocolate. She glances at all the ingredients I have placed on the counter and says, “You forgot the marshmallows Sky.”

 

I just laughed and shook my head; then I grabbed the marshmallows and put them alongside with everything else. I pour everything into the cup, mix it up and of course added the marshmallows. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this? You already know how to make hot chocolate. I grabbed the cups and headed over to where we usually talk, on the roof. Prue was already on there setting up and making sure it was comfortable enough, just in case if we ended up talking for hours which we always did.

 

“Ok so tell me. What’s up with you? Why have you been acting a little off since I came home? Did you do something or did something happens to you?” Yeah, and