[Completed✔] After embracing a romance with a close friend, Jade discovers a well hidden secret of his, which results in her attention returning to a past lover.
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October 9th, 1989. 10:02 A.M.
With my freezing hands jammed into my pockets, I kicked a pebble across the footpath. My eyes misted over as I pondered the boys behaviour towards me, I didn't want to cry over some stupid boys, but my emotions took control, as per usual.
I head downtown towards home. Normally I would look in the store windows whenever I came this way, but I was not in the mood this morning. As I turned a corner, Martin stepped out from the convenience store and saw me walking, he called out as friends do, to grab my attention.
"Hey, Jade!" he shouted, glowing with happiness. I stopped in my tracks as he ran up to me, "Where are you going?" he wondered. When I wouldn't look at him, Martin leaned down to me and noticed I was etched with sadness, "Are you okay?"
I struggled not to cry when he asked me that. All I could do was weakly shrug my shoulders, and look away from him. My eyes rim with tears as I struggled not to burst out crying.
Martin doesn't back up when the waterworks started. Instead he gave me a warm hug, he was one of the good ones. He offers to take me out for a drink, so I tell him I'm underage, and he tells me that the bar he frequents doesn't care.
October 9th, 1989. 10:31 A.M.
We crossed the threshold of Martin's favourite bar, I held onto his arm out of fear alone. He takes me inside, it's warm, so I take off my coat and place it upon the rack. Martin pulls it off, "Yeah, don't leave your coat here. Someone will most likely snatch it."
I followed him towards the bar and we got a stool near the edge, "I didn't even know bars opened so early." I said to him, settling into the new environment.
Martin and the bartender made a face to each other, and then laughed at me, "The bar hasn't closed since last night." he whispered to me, I can feel his breath against my ear.
He was right. As I inspected the room, I saw two men arm wrestling with a tray of about thirty beer bottles next to them and another man blacked out in one of the booths. I started to wonder why Martin liked this place so much.
We ordered a few drinks, and cheered for them. I wasn't that big on alcohol, yet knew I needed to do anything to get my mind off those boys, once and for all.
As the sunshine beamed outside, Martin and I sold a little bit of it indoors. He led customers over to me, in one of the booths. Even the owner wanted some. We ended up selling all the products and made a killing.
I didn't know why Brian didn't have me venture out more, selling at school was getting stale and was difficult. I had even been doing this longer than Martin and Sam had, so I deserved a little credit for all the hard work I did.
October 9th, 1989. 2:51 P.M.
Later on, Martin and I found ourselves slumped together over the bar counter.
"I'll tell you one thing..." I burped. We both snickered, before I continued, "...You're not that bad, Martin. I mean your brother..." I slurred my words, "...Woah, is he a flaming c*nt. Sorry!" I covered my mouth, regretting what I had just said, "...I didn't mean to say that!"
Martin wasn't even paying attention to the words I was saying, instead his dreamy eyes glistened, and stared at my plump lips. He smiled clumsily at me as we crept closer together.
I felt the blood flood to my throat... I stopped as we neared, "Well, I think this is getting a little too friendly." I sighed, "I should head out."
Feeling cheated by our almost kiss, Martin hands me my cut, and watched me leave.
