Explosion

Chapter 6

Starting with a flashback!!! #yeet

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*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*

"Please don't, I just... I don't have any money on me!" I cry in agony. I had gone to a party with Matt and waited for him for as long as I could stand it. After being stared at by a group of extremely drunk boys that were about my age, I decided to ditch him. He could get that blonde friend of his to take him home. Just thinking about her made me fume with jealousy. He had told me multiple times that they were "just friends" and that he still loved me way more than he could ever love anybody else, but boy were they friendly with each other. She was about a head taller than my 5'1" stance and she was as thin as a twig. I found it disgusting that you could see her veins and bones but apparently its more attractive than having just an ounce of muscle on you. Who am I to judge though? After waiting for them to have their goodbye "hug" for a good 15 minutes I was gosh darn mad. I figured that they were probably snogging in the kitchen or some random place out of my sight. Sice I was so mad I gave up and walked out into the night. Alone. At 2 am. Without a car. Or any money. In downtown Detroit.  Smartest choice? Naw, but at the time, I was blinded by anger. 

"In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed, when the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red," I start singing as I walk down the street toward my house. "Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow, set me free to find my calling, and I'll return to you somehow." I have my own little party as I finish off my song, proud that I have it memorized by now. I decide that, in the case that Matt is looking for me, I would call him up and let him know where I'm at. I call and wait for 3 rings before somebody picks up. "Oh, yeah, hello?" I answer, snapping out of my daze. 

"Hi!" somebody yells into the phone, causing me to jerk the earpiece away from my head. 

"Oh hi, I'm Abby, is Matt there?" I ask, speaking slowly and softly, over pronouncing my words. I know that the trick to gettig a drunk to listen to you and understand your words is to speak low enough as to not startle them or cause a headache, but still loud enough for it to get to ther brain. You also have to over pronounce your words so that they understand you. 

"Oh... yeah! MATT!" I hear the boy yell. At this point I think I recognize this voice as his best friend, and wingman, Nate. "Hold up, Abby? Aren't you his girlfriend?" He asks, sounding almost sober. 

"Yeah, am I talking to Nate right now?" I ask, hoping that he isn't that drunk because of how he was able to talk nearly without slurring his words in his last sentence. 

"In the flesh! Wait, that doesn't make sense... oh well! Yeah it's me," he says sharply. I notice now how nice his voice is. He isn't slurring his words and he was able to tell that saying "in the flesh" to someone on the phone didn't make sense. He doesn't sound drunk at all really, just slightly buzzed maybe? Maybe a few drinks to get loosened up, but still enough to be a designated driver. "Anyway Abby, I think Matt went upstairs to say goodbye to that blonde. What's her name again? Oh, yeah Hanna right? Yeah," Nate says, making sense of the situation by talking it out with himself. 

"Nate, I have two questions, do you mind?" I ask, making sure I'm not rude and just yell these questions at him without thinking this through. 

"Shoot," he says. 

"What are Hanna and Matt doing right now? And also, why do you have his phone?" I ask, wondering why I'm talking to Nate in the first place.

"Well I can't answer the first one completely sure of my answer until I finish pushing through all of these drunks and find him, but I'm pretty sure that they're... you know..." he says, sounding very sorry about what he has to assume. I swallow hard and ask for the answer to the other question. "Well you see, the reason I have his phone is the reason that I'm assuming about him and Hanna. He staggered up to me about 20 minutes ago and emptied out his pockets in front of me randomly. I was wondering what he was doing but then I saw him pull out money, his phone, and his drivers lisence, but he still had something square and about 1'x1' in his pocket. There was one silver corner sticking out of his pocket and he just looked at me, and said nothing for a minute. I saw then that he had lipstick on his cheek, but I figured it was yours so I didn't question it. Especially when he said that you had just left and that he was just coming inside to say his goodbye's. He then handed me his money, phone and lisence and told me that he was gonna be about half an hour in saying goodbye to Hanna, then he looked at me and said, 'if Abby calls, cover for me, you know what I mean?' and walked upstairs and into one of the bedrooms. So yeah... Abby, listen, I'm really sorry about Matt, but I think that after this you should dump him," he finished off with advice that I was probably gonna take. I heard a grunt from the other end and then the creaking of a few doors and muttered 'sorry's before he stopped talking at all and I could hear that he stopped moving. "Matt... how could you?" Nate says, voice full of disappointment. He then says remorsefully to me, "Facetime me real quick?" I hang up and facetime him, eyes trained on the screen. I then see Matt and Hanna, half naked, playing kissy-face on the bed. They seem totally oblivious to Nate in the doorway. Then, angrily, Nate flips on the lights. The sudden flood of lights causes them to jump off the bed, Hanna falling to the floor. I then realize the tears on my face that Nate can clearly see on the screen. His face becomes red with anger before he stomps over, screen faceing Matt on selfie mode, causing Matt and I to look straight at eac other wordlessly. Nate intervenes loudly by yelling at his friend about me. Protecting me actually.

"Do you see this beautiful girl right there?! Huh? Yeah, that's your loyal, loving, gorgeous, funny, sweet, caring girlfriend. Do you see those tears on her face?" He asks, waiting for an answer. Matt nods yes before Nate continues. "You put them there. You are the cause of her hurt, her pain, and her sorrow. You wanna know what you did?" Another nod yes from Matt's blank face. "You chose that slut over her. If you really loved your girlfried, you wouldn't want any other girl. Honestly, you don't deserve any girl. I hope you learn your lesson!" Nate finishes his rant before punching Matt in the face and walking me outside.

TO BE CONTINUED

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So these past 2 days have been tough. A kid at my school David, passed away. I didn't know him well but I've heard wonderful things about him and I wish I had known him, even just met him once so that we knew each other's names. I heard that he was bullied and it really irritated me when all the "populars" acted like all a sudden David was their best friend on earth and that they are grieving sooooo much. It irritates me because some of them are the ones that bullied him and it seems so wrong that his death changes their view on him after all the stuff they put him through. The story is (as far as I know) that a mom (Im not gonna put her name) was driving down High Street in our town towards the same middle school, and hit David as he was crossing the street. He was first identified as a 17 year old but then discovered to be David. The one thing I find cool about this whole thing, even though it's terrible, is that the school really came together. He died after school on Monday, and the first alerts of it were after 6:00 pm, and in a few hours, word spread, prayers sent out, and some cool things were arranged. Almost the entire school dressed in black, people had red and pink hearts with #pray4david, RIP David, or even #flyhigh. The school even set up our IMC as a place for people that were grieving to go and make cards and posters for the family. I find it amazing that everyone was so supportive of this whole acident. David will be dearly missed, :-( RIP David #pray4david