Does Love Exist??

Does Love Exist?? Chapter 4

Ok, I feel like a bad person... I haven't updated in like 2 years...But, I've been busy, and yadad. Anyways, I'm not going to bore you to death before the chapter. So, without further a due, chapter 4! Please vote, comment, kiss a cow, be happy, and smile. Cause the world brightens up when people smile (:

 

 

Chapter 4

Crystal P.O.V.

He just kept staring at me, and it was starting to creep me out. "If you are done staring at me, may I go?" I politely asked. He started to realize what he was doing, and then grinned. Not a pleasant grin, that cocky a$$hole grin. He scanned my body, once more. "Okay, that's it. I'm leaving. Not nice meeting you. Bye." I said, fed up with his consistent staring. I turned around, and started to leave, but he took my hand. "What?" I said, exasperated. "Sorry, but I have to ask. Did it hurt?" He said, doing that stupid grin. "Did what hurt?? When I tripped?? No, not really," I said, partially confused.  "No, not that," He chuckled, "Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven??" Really, he's going to go with stupid, cheesy pick-up lines.

 

"Really?? Cheesy pick-up lines?? That's not going to work.' I stated. "Dammit. Well, are you from Tennessee? Cause you're the only ten I see," He tried. "Fail. Complete fail. Are you going to say anything that's not a pick-up line?" I asked, wondering. This cocky a$$hole was starting to get on my nerves. I had other things to do, besides get hit on by some loser. "I'm going to need your name and number for insurance reasons," he tried. You know what; I have another plan of getting out of him. "Okay, sure. Give me your phone, and I'll put it in," I said, flirting back. "Really,” He said, shocked, but he gave me his phone. I entered my contact, but I didn't enter my actual phone number. Why would I do that?? I gave him the rejection hotline. Serves him right.

 

"I got to go. Later," I said, giving him back his phone, and quickly walked away. He was starting to irritate me. I walked back to Arianna, who was busy making out with Ben in a corner. Gross, really could live without seeing that. I walked over to them, and split the two of them apart.

 

"Okay now, this is a kid's place. No making out. Come on, break it up," I said, jokingly. They both groaned. "We can finish later. Don't worry," Ben said, winking to Arianna. "Gag, gag. Please, not around me," I said, fake gagging. "What's up? I saw you talking to Landon earlier," Arianna said. "Ugh, that little flirting jerk!" I groaned. Then, my eyes got covered, and I heard the same deep voice behind me, “Why’d you give me the Rejection Hotline phone number?" I took the hands off of my head, and turned around. "Well, did you not hear it? You, my friend, got rejected. Get over it!" I said, leaving. His jaw dropped to the floor, as I left. I could hear them talking as I left. I decided to catch a cab and go home.

 

30 minutes later, I reached home. I had texted Ben, and told him I was going home. He said that was fine, and that Arianna wanted to talk to me later. I know it was probably about Landon, but I wanted to get that creep out of my head. Gosh, I've been hit on a couple of times, every now and then. But, it's just him...Gosh; he's messing with my head.

 

I decided to go inside, maybe eat something. Anything to get my mind off of him. As I walked in, I heard voices from the living room. I got a coca-cola, and went to living room. I saw my whole family, and 2 police officers.

 

"What's going on?" I asked, hesitantly. All eyes in the room shifted to me, as I sat down next to Camille. She reassuringly squeezed my leg. "Honey, the police officers are here to investigate Carlos' death," My mom said. "Why...Don't we all know what happened?" I said, confused. As if I needed more drama to deal with right now. Great, just Effin great."We do, but since the kid...suicide rate... has gone up, the police has been trying to find out reasons. That way, they can try lowering it," My mom answered."Okay, We were wondering if we could investigate his room, and ask you guys questions. Is it okay with you guys if we ask the questions now, then we'll investigate his room?" The police officer kindly asked. We nodded.

 

The police asked A TON of questions, all his favorites, any difficulties, a bunch of things that have nothing to do with ANYTHING! But, whatever! After an hour of investigating his room, they left. They told us that they would call us if they found anything out. At the moment, I just wanted to sleep. As soon as they left, I went back upstairs. I got out a blank tank top and bright purple soffee shorts. Then, I took a shower, washing my hair and body. I let my tears flow freely, as I kept thinking of Carlos. Why’d he feel like he had to leave?? Did I have something to do with it?? I had to...He was my best friend. Why would he feel like he had to go? Whatever. I got out of the shower. I put the clean clothes on, and wrapped a towel around my hair. Then, I glanced in the mirror. Great, my eyes are red, and puffy. Perfect. But, it’s not like I would be seeing anyone else tonight. Gosh, I’m hungry, I suddenly realized. I never had dinner. I put my dirty clothes in the laundry room, and took a bag of chips upstairs. I got back to my room, and almost screamed. What the hell was he doing here???

 

 

 

 

 

Landon. He was sitting on my bed, holding a bunch of flowers, wrapped in pink paper, and a dark red heart-shaped box, that usually contained chocolates. I put my hand on my heart, trying to calm myself down.

 

 

“Landon! What the hell?? How’d you get it??” I whisper-screamed at him. He placed the items on the bed, and walked over to me. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. And, wait. Have you been crying?” He asked, suddenly very concerned. “Look, just go away. I don’t want to deal with your idiocy at the moment. Just go out whichever way you came in,” I said, pushing my way past him. I sat on the bed, and opened my bag of chips, trying to ignore him. He came over to me, and placed his hand on mine. “Look, I’m sorry. I truly am. I didn’t make want you to cry. Not at all. You were just there, and so gorgeous. I couldn’t believe you were a human, not an angel. And I got nervous, so I said some stupid pick-up lines. I’m sorry. Please, I will never make you cry again,” His voice full of sincerity. Dammit, that was really sweet. His hand was placed on mine, trying to comfort me. I bit my lip, trying to not cry. Carlos hated it when I cried. Carlos. Now, the tears were falling down my face. “Just go away! You’re not the reason I’m crying,” I don’t want to talk, or I’ll cry harder. He didn’t budge. “I barely know you. I’m not going to tell you why I’m crying. Now, leave,” I said, firmly. He kissed my forehead, then said, “ I will be there for you. Yes, I don’t know you, but I will listen if you want me to. You can always cry on my shoulder. I’ll let you be.” Gosh, why is he so freaking sweet! He then handed me the flowers and chocolates, and said,” My phone number is in the box, if you want to talk. Bye.” He kissed my forehead again, then left through the window. Oh, that’s how he got in. I swear the boy’s bipolar. He was such a jerk earlier, now he was impossibly sweet. Weird…

 

 

I put the flowers in a vase I already had in my room, and opened the box of chocolates. I read the note inside of it.

I’m really sorry, once again. Please forgive me. Give me a call. 926-281-7420. Landon

He really is sweet. WAIT! What am I doing? I’m not going to fall this heartbreaker. Besides, love doesn’t exist. People might think it does, but it doesn’t. Pain, hurt, rejection; those all exist. But love, no it doesn’t. I’m just thinking too much. I rolled over, and fell into a deep slumber.

 

 

 

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