For Chloe - You're Better Than That

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I plucked tissue after tissue, using them to wipe away the tears on my face. I've been at it for an hour now, and it didn't seem like there was any stopping soon. My eyes were raw now, from all the crying. But for what?

Of course I already knew the answer to my own question. Jett just broke up with me two hours ago, and it broke my heart. Now I've learned to not hold on to relationships like that one.

I wasn't alone at home right now - my parents were doing something in the living room while I locked myself in my own room. I looked around the medium sized room; A queen sized bed with purple star sheets, 2 dark brown bed side tables, dresser mirror table... And a closet. The closet! I jumped up from my seat on my bed, my light blond hair flying everywhere.

I searched frantically for something, anything that might make Jett jealous. I finally came to terms with a magenta mini skirt, and a black tube top with black flats, of course. I looked back at the reflection in the mirror. Who is that, that I see in the mirror? It's defiantly not me, I think to myself. The girl's bright blue eyes stare bottomless back at me, her pale skin sparkling like crystals. He blonde hair looks like bleach - which falls perfectly at her sides.

I pull my hair into a tight, neat bun, and I decide to make myself think I look good enough. I know I could do A LOT better, but the trashy look is good enough.

I creep into the dim hallway, gently closing my white door behind me. Luckily I didn't wear high heels, because I wouldn't be able to sneak past walking on the hard wood floors. I quietly grab the keys to my mothers black sedan, and run out the door. I know both my mother and father saw and heard me, but I knew neither of them would be able to catch up to me.

I drove as fast as I can - to the palm woods. I knew Jett was staying in an apartment there, so I decided why not take a trip? It was only 20 minutes away, not that far.

When I arrived, I was greeted by the cold wind of fall. Yet, I strutted confidently down to the palm woods. No one was at the pool, so I could lounge there all I wanted. I thought I could relax but then-

"Chloe?" He looked at me with those brown eyes of his. His brown hair clouded his face, and he looked utterly confused.

I looked up, batting my magazine away. "James?" I wasn't expecting him as the guy to confront me.

"What are you doing here?" James asks me. I shrug as if I don't know the answer.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He was asking a bit too many questions. I wasn't annoyed now, just a little bothered.

"It's freezing outside, Chloe! You're going to get sick." He warns, and I don't respond.

"Where's Jett?" I can't bring myself to not ask the question. He was the one I wanted to talk to, not James!

"Jett...? Is everything okay, Chloe?" He asks me. I shake my head no, as I fight back the tears.

"Okay maybe we should get you inside-"

"No. I don't want anyone to see me like this."

"They all left, it'll be just us two."

I let him lead me into the palm woods, and into apartment 2J. He sets me on the couch, and lets me cry by myself. When he returns, he hands me a steaming hit cup of chocolate.

"Thanks," I am able to say. I take a shaky sip of it, and put it on the countertop.

"So," James says, "what happened?"

"... Jett just came out of nowhere and dumped me. I'm not beautiful enough for him, I'm not perfect enough, I'm nothing-"

Before I know it, James has already made me stop talking by pinning his lips onto mine. I kiss him back, tears still streaming down my face. As he pulls away, he wipes them away with his finger.

"A guy like that doesn't deserve you." He whispers to me. All I can do is look deeply into his brown eyes, and he starts kissing me again.

I knew Jett was no good - but how could I have stayed away?! He brings you in, then all of a sudden pushes you out! It would be impossible to resist him.

But how could I have been so blind about James? The way he always looked at me when Jett and I were together - like he wanted something. Like he wanted me. But I was too blind and in love with Jett to see it.

But leave it up to James to make me feel better.

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