Losing The Lost

Chapter 5

I lay on my bed, tears dripping down the sides of my face. I can't believe this is how my high school romance will end, a stupid football player from Steamboat who ate one to many burritos landed on my sweet Mathew's head. I can't love again, if this is what I get.

I managed to cry myself to sleep. It hurts, it hurts so bad. I wake up Monday morning, put on a pair of Converse, jeans, and a sweatshirt. I don't bother putting my makeup on. I get into my Ford and drive to school, the first time I've been here in a while.

Everyone gives me sympathetic looks, and sappy apologies. Kendra, my best friend ran up to me.

"How are you?" she asks.

"I'm fine." I lied.

"No you're not." Kendra knew me, sometimes more than I knew myself.

"I'm not," I dreaded, "this sucks."

Kendra gave me a half smile and pat me on the back, "Pizza tonight?"

I nodded. School seemed to go on forever, I was exhausted for the past week and a butt load of homework didn't help. On my way to seventh hour, I see a crowd in the hallway.

"Kendra whats happening?" I ask.

"Oh. You didn't know? Mathew is returning to school."

I walk over to the crowd, in the center sat Matt, in his wheelchair. Everyone was around him asking questions about the hospital, which is ironic because he was in a coma the whole time.

Matthews eyes met mine. He smiled, I gave a fake smile back. A whip around to leave, but someone pushes me, I land on Mathews lap. Everyone stared at us with wide eyes until someone shouted, "kiss!"

I awkwardly stand up and run to the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror.

"I have to get my Mathew's heart back." I said to myself. Setting my backpack on the counter, I pulled out my makeup bag. I put on mascara, lipstick, and a little blush. Putting my hair up in a bun, I took my sweatshirt off. I felt pretty, first in a while.

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