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

I was afraid that I would be bombarding her when in fact she’s the one who’s bombarding me. “Holy questions. Don’t ask them all at once now.” She let a little giggle out and drank some of her hot chocolate. “I don’t know where to start, but I guess you could say that I met a girl.”

Her head came up at me. Her facial expression said it all and I knew what she was thinking, so I decided to beat her to the punch. “No, it’s not going to be like how it was five years ago. I’m not doing that anymore Prue.” Prue looks away; not even a sigh comes out of her mouth. Instead, she looks out towards the view to avoid eye contact with me. “Prue come on now. Do you honestly think that I’m going to do that again?”

 

Prue was still looking at the view, I took a deep breath, “I lost her too you know.” That’s when she looks at me again. Her eyes filled with tears trying to find a way out, but with the anger, she has inside those tears won’t ever come out. “You lost her too? That’s it. Huh? Well, you know what Sky it was and forever will be your fault that she’s gone.” I slowly lowered my head to look at my hot chocolate turning cold. Trying to gather my thoughts together instead of thinking of another way I could direction this argument.

 

“You see Prue this is why I didn’t want to talk tonight. I needed time to think, time to get my head together and figure out a way of saying what I still need to say without leading it down to an argument.” By the time I looked up Prue’s tear was already on her face. “You think I don’t know how terrible that was. You know better than anyone in this world that if I could change what happened that night, I would, but can’t, and I’m not going to let you drag me back there!”

 

She looked at me in a shocking way as if her facial expression were to say, how dare you. “I’m not trying to drag you back there Sky.” Now she takes a glance at her hot chocolate and then looks into my eyes. Her face is so stern and filled with anger, but her eyes look so broken like if someone took her heart out of her chest. She picks up her sentence right where she left it, “I’m not trying to drag you back their Sky, I…” cold-heartedly I cut her off. “Oh bullshit Prue. BULLSHIT. Exactly, I knew what you thought once I told you I met a girl.”

 

She looked back at the view. That’s how I know she was going to figure out a way to lie it’s just what Prue always does. “Don’t you even think about telling a lie.” She looked back in my direction right away. I hate getting into arguments with her. Fighting like this with her isn’t what we do, it was always Prue and me against the world, but five years ago that got a little shaky. “I just don’t want to relive the past Skylar. With you still in that group and trying to get to know this girl will not help you and it definitely won’t help her. We’ve already gone through this.” I kept my eye contact with Prue and as did she.

 

“I don’t want to relive the past either. No one likes to repeat history Prue. I don’t know how to get out of that group. There’s no way out, haha there’s no way out.” Prue came closer to me and gave me a long hug. She knew me better than anyone on this planet and even felt sorry for me. Heck, I feel sorry for my dumb self. “Well, whatever happens with you and this girl we have to promise each other that we’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe and sound. Promise?” I watched Prue bring her hand up in a fist with her pinky up, and I wrapped my pinky around hers. We both kissed the part where our pinkies are overlapping each other and said a prayer before we headed back inside. Just like the old days.

 

Prue climbed through the window then turned around, “Are you coming back inside?” I just didn’t want to speak; I looked up at her and shook my head no. “Good night Skylar. I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” as she walked away and closed the door to her bedroom slowly. I sat on the rooftop looking at the moon and the beautifully lit stars shining around it.

 

I began to think about her again. I truly did and still love her. Then I started thinking about Maliyah and how wonderful of a person she is. I may not know her well enough, but I don’t have to know her to know what kind of a person she is. You can just tell by the way she presents herself, and with the way, she speaks. I’m determined not to repeat history. I can’t repeat history, but it looks like I will if I don’t figure out how to get out of this group. It was because of them that I lost someone so dear to my heart and I won’t allow it to happen again.

 

I decided that my brain has done enough thinking because of how angry and mad I was by the thoughts that had continued form in my head. I climbed through the window with all the blankets and pillows and what is now my cold cup of hot chocolate.

 

I headed off to bed with a picture of her in my hands to fall asleep right on top of my heart while I hug the picture of her tightly. I miss her so dearly; I wish I could hear her voice, see and embrace her again.

Chapter Six

 CHAPTER SIX: (Mailyah)

 

 

 

It was mid-February, sophomore year of high school, 2nd semester when Jackson and I had math and history together. We would talk, but only in the classroom, it’s as if they’re your friends. However, when you leave the classroom you only say hi in the hallway type of friendship.

On a Friday much like tonight, he asked me if we could go to the movie theater and of course I, as a friend said yes to him. I don’t remember what movie we saw, but I do remember Jackson telling me his feelings and pouring his heart out before the film even began. When he was all done pouring his feelings onto my lap, the movie started. Which ended up stinking for me because I was unable to pay attention to the film. Instead, I wanted to ask him questions and have an understanding as to what had just happened just moments ago. I thought we were just friends, but it seems like to me that he was trying to become more than just friends. That was the night we kissed outside the movie theater door number 6. It was the most magical and a beautiful experience.

 

There’s a part of me that misses the relationship itself and the bond held between us. “You know you missed the turn, right?” I looked at Jackson befuddled. Then again he had to repeat himself and say, “The turn to go to the movie theater … you missed it.” I looked to see if I could find what street we were on or even heading towards, but it was so dark and foggy. None of the signs were readable at this point. Somehow in the midst of all of my thinking, I finally managed to pull myself out my thoughts, “Oh shit, sorry.” I guess it wasn’t all that horrible; eventually, we found our way to the movie theater. I haven’t been to this film theater since Jackson and I were together, but oddly enough this place is the only thing that hasn’t changed over the years. It feels nice to know that this site has remained constant throughout all these times.

We finally parked in the parking lot of the movie theater. Before heading out of the car, we both looked in the direction of the building. Not saying anything to one another. Not looking at one another. Not moving anywhere, just sitting there, thinking, thinking about memories and times we have spent here as teenagers up until my mother was killed. Sitting right in front of this building brought back an overwhelming amount of emotions, too many for me to handle. It took us a while to get out of the car. I guess the silence turned into a good company for the both of us.

 

Since High School, we haven’t seen much of each other, and then we completely lost communication once he had moved over to California. Even though things are weird and awkward at the moment, I’m hoping that everything will flow nicely and smoothly. I mean we’re watching a movie, how hard can it be to get along and not have that many awkward moments?

 

 

                                *After the film*

 

 

As it turns out, there were a lot of awkward moments, but it’s not what you may be thinking. The movie we saw was more on the romance side than anything else and well it made me think a lot about Jackson and me’s relationship. There were so many similarities that it was kind of scary, weird, awkward to watch especially with him, you know years after our relationship had ended. I wonder if he knew what kind of movie this was? Oh gosh! What if he didn’t know! Wow, walking out of this film theater could be very, uh, you know silent.

 

Then again this doesn’t make sense, why would Jackson take me to the movie theater to see this kind of a movie? I wonder if this is his way of asking me out again? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait! Hold the brakes! I don’t know if I would want to get back together with Jackson. It’s not that our relationship wasn’t good or anything, I just don’t know if I’m ready to get into a relationship at least not anything serious.

 

By the time the movie credits ended Jackson had to snap me out of my head. I hadn’t even noticed when the movie ended thanks to the heated debate I was having with myself. Once Jackson and I got out of the movie theaters, we gradually walked to the car in silence as I told myself earlier. Jackson gets yet another phone call, so he excuses himself once again and walks in the opposite direction of the car. However, this time his face seems to have lit up when he looked to see who the caller ID was, must have been someone important to make him smile that wide.

 

Meanwhile, I’m sitting in the car listening to the radio when my thoughts take over. I begin to think back to when I was in High School. I couldn’t think of time throughout High School that I was happy without Jackson by my side. The more I thought