Its Complicated

Explanations and Trouble

“Juliet, what are you saying?” I asked, laughing hoarsely.

“I’m saying, we can’t go out anymore,” she said as she choked back a sob.

“But, why not? I know I haven’t talked to you much recently,” I began to desperately explain.

“It’s not what you’ve done at all!” she exclaimed. “It really isn’t!”

“What else could it be?” I asked.

“It’s… S-something’s come up, and I just can’t see you anymore,” she sobbed.

“What could possibly come up that causes something like this?” I pleaded.

“Please, it’s hard enough as it is,” she whispered. “I won’t be speaking with you again,”

“Juliet, please, wait!” I blurted, but I was too late.

She had already hung up.

I stared at my phone in shock for what felt like hours. Did that really just happen? And if it did; why did it happen? I replayed the conversation over in my head over and over again, as though I was trying to convince myself that it really did happen.

But being as stubborn as I was, I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I punched in Juliet’s number and held the phone up against my ear; the ringing causing daggers to drive their way through my chest.

“Hello,”

“Juliet! Can’t we just-,”

“This is Juliet; I’m unable to reach my phone right now, so please leave a message and I’ll get right back to you!”

Beep.

I hesitantly hung up and collapsed to the ground.

“Jace, what’s wrong?” Blake exclaimed, reaching down to help me up.

“Juliet broke up with me,” I explained in disbelief.

“She what?!” Blake replied, aghast.

“Yeah,” I laughed hoarsely. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

“Shit man, are you alright?” Jeremiah asked, suddenly appearing at the door.

“His girlfriend just broke up with him,” Blake explained in a hushed tone.

“Juliet?!” Jeremiah gasped. “No way!”

“Shh!” Blake barked. “It’s hard enough for him as it is!”

Abruptly, I stood up; determination covering my features. I wasn’t going to let this go until I had the answer I needed. In a flash, I had pushed in another number; pressing my phone to my ear. They picked up almost instantly.

“How may I be of service?” they asked.

“Kalem, I need you to do something for me,” I said.

“What would that be?” he replied.

“I trust you’ll be able to do this,” I said. “It’s important,”

*

Juliet’s POV

I was awoken by the sound of stones hitting my bedroom window from outside. I groaned in annoyance before I lifted my tired body up; swinging my legs over my bed and standing. Sluggishly, I made my way over to the window; rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I did.