Boomerang (A Short Story)

I. It's In His Kiss

 Tru

Taking my last hit of my blunt, I drop it before stomping on it. I walk back into the building after waiting a few moments for my clothes to air out some.

School is stressful as fuck for no reason and a little inebriation is needed if I am expected to continue through the rest of the day. All I want to do is smoke, drink, and lay up with my girl.

Speaking of her, my phone rings with Miracle's name across my screen along with her contact picture.

"T where are you? We were supposed to dip for Dominos during lunch."

I'm fully aware of what our plans were. However, today I don't feel like it. I feel depressed as hell, so if I leave this bitch, I'm not coming back until I feel like it. And that may be the next day or even the next week.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby. I'm just not feeling good today and I should've told you." At this point I just recite the same shit over again just with different wording. Miracle lacks understanding that I like her, I do, but I want to be alone sometimes.

"Yeah, you should've." Animosity drips heavily from her voice as she snaps. I'm trying to care, really, I am, but right now is not the time.

"Let me make it up to you. We can skip and go to my place and chill. You can order all the pizza you want."

Usually I disguise what I want to do as a way to make something up to her or something she wants to do. I know it's a toxic trait but she doesn't really seem to care. Intentionally trying to manipulate Miracle was never my motive. I thought I liked the girl. It took a lot just to be with her, but she is still gullible.

"I'm not skipping class, Tru. We can chill when school is over."

The dial tone irritatingly rings in my ear before I could even process what she was saying. She knows being hung up on is one of my pet peeves. My eyes roll involuntarily as a response. Now if I start playing tit for tat she'll want to play victim.

Lunch had really only started a few minutes ago and I just smoked a whole blunt. Maybe I should've gone to go get food with her, but it's too late now.

Since there is time to kill, I head in the direction of the library. Familiar music playing caught my attention in a close vicinity. My gaze moves from the scuffed floor to see a girl that used to be a close friend of mine, Kemleigh. X's #proudcatowner #ihaterappers #ieatpussy blasts from her headphones. That used to be our song, kinda.

Ok, maybe she wasn't just my friend back then, but she wasn't like my girlfriend or anything either. I kind of fucked that up. Long story short we're the opposite gender version of each other with only a few personality differences.

In the beginning, she wasn't my type so there wasn't a thought in my head that we could be anything more than. But our conversations became frequent and led to texting and FaceTime. She was good ass company; we had almost everything in common. As friends, we could just chill on the phone, listening to music while I smoked and she did her homework; there wasn't even a constant need to talk to enjoy ourselves, we were just enjoying each other's company. When the time came that she wanted to make a move, I gave her the impression that our situation could've been more. However, when she asked if my feelings towards her were more than friendly, I told her they weren't. At the time, my statement was true. Time passed and I realized I fucked up.

I didn't appreciate the fact that she cared about me as much as she did until it was entirely too late. She was just so hurt she just couldn't stand to be around me anymore. Any conversations I tried to have with her after turning her down were just awkward and forced. She didn't deserve someone like me. She's going places and me, all I have going for me is music. But I do miss her. She possesses the kind of vibe and personality that doesn't come around often.