Cold

Chapter 1

Love. The heartless, pointless game we like to play because we are bored.

Many people think its overrated ,me being one of them. I don't think you need to love someone to have a good time with them.

Lying, cheating, crying, cursing each others names till your face turns blue. The beautiful parts of love.

Lying is beautiful. The fact that people can make up stories about whatever is pretty magical. Cheating is not as pretty but, its interesting.

What makes people cheat is something that has always interested people. Why? With who? How?

Cold people have cold hearts.

I reach down into my bag that i have had for five years now and pull out a cigarette.

I place the killer between my teeth and light the tip.

The wind was barely blowing dying the smouldering light down.

"Hey tiger." A deep voice called from the other side of the play ground.

"Hey kitty." I practically yell across the kid friendly area.

"I thought you stopped?" he confusedly stated as he pointed to my cigarette.

"Oh well" I simply said as I breathed in the toxic odours.

"Liv, is one bad day worth your health?" the tall light browned boy asked with a smug look on face.

"Depends." I say with humor in my voice.

Me and Ashton have been friends since fourth grade. He's been there through everything. He wasn't there when I needed him the most though.

Last year me and my boyfriend broke up. I know it cheesy as hell, but I couldn't sleep, eat, and I could never go in my room.

We broke up because of my parents.

My father died five years ago. He had cancer in his stomach. I can't remember the name. I don't want to.

Well the problem was is that my mom was on drugs. So my dad got full custody of me. When he died my mom came in screaming she was sober.

She lied.

I only stay with her on during the week. Sometimes.

Well one day after she was done baking her self. Me and Luke went to my house. We had been dating for going on two years and he's never been to my house.

So I brought him. I told her to be clean. But she didn't listen like always.

When we got in the house smoke was everywhere. Don't worry it wasn't a fire.

It was her blunt. Well her twentieth one.

He freaked out and didn't talk to me for seven weeks.

When I tried to talk he was always busy.

So I gave up.

I haven't had a real relationship since.

"So do you?" Ashton's kind of raspy voice intrudes my thoughts.

"Do what?" I say confused.

"Go to a party with me and Michael!" he said laughing at my short attention span.

"Its like two in the morning and I look terrible." I said with no emotion.

"C'mon you can get dressed. Liv you haven't gone to anything but my house in a whole year. You're going!"

"Ash I don't want to go anywhere. Plus I have to go to church tomorrow."

"Wait what? Liv Brooks is going to the lord's house?" he said laughing hard.

"Yea." I say knowing I'm lying.

He lets out sigh and nods his head. I got back to my cigarette that is getting shorter.

I put it out and get my phone out to check the time. It was almost 2:30. I sigh and rub my eyes.

I open my mouth to talk to Ashton but I turn my head to see he left.

I put my things back into my bag and jump off the top off the monkey bars.

I suddenly noticed how cold it was.

I was in a small gray jacket and a flannel with my ripped jeans from ninth grade with black vans from tenth grade.

I walked right into a puddle and after several minutes of cursing myself I start my way down the long road.