Lets Pretend

Chapter 2

My walk home was an endless nightmare. My brain drowned in thoughts of Dan and Ashley. I took the decision of not going to school for the rest of the year. My life was over. I had planned my entire life around Dan Russell, and oh lord that wasn’t happening anymore. What if they ended up getting married? What if I got invited to their wedding and didn’t get the nerve to oppose to their marriage. All kinds of thoughts popped up in my mind.

Suicide was an option.

No it wasn’t. I guess this is why mom always calls me drama queen… I guess I’m just too obsessed with this guy. Giving my life for him would never be an option, my life is precious and I thank god for it. I sure don’t thank him for letting Ashley betray me so harshly dam it.

I finally got home. The usual smell of fresh food flew all around the house. I usually would run over to the kitchen and get my plate filled with mom’s meals, but not today. I headed straight up to my small room. I was in a bad mood and thank god it was Friday, I sure didn’t feel like studying.

I tried to grab my computer from bed, but it was too far away. I hated this fucking day.

Once I got my computer on my lap I went on Netflix and watched an episode of Vampire Diaries, who knows, maybe two hot fictional vampires would take my mind off a beautiful real-life man whom I have loved since long ago.

Even though I didn’t expect it, two hot vampires, one beautiful Elena Gilbert, and a whole set of perfect characters kind of made me move on from my crisis, but once it was over I went back to it. The thought popped up all over again. I felt nauseous.

I needed a friend right now, sadly my only true friend was Ashley and she was useless right now to me. She would always be useless from today till the end of my existence. I did have a friend who was not so much of a friend to me, but what else could I do?

Hey Jess, wanna hang out tonight????

 

Not a minute passed and she had already answered me

Sure girl, I heard there’s a thing at Ryan’s house we could go there… meet me at 9 @ my house?

 

I answered with a simple “sure” without doubting. I really needed a distraction from all the drama going on in my life.

My closet was filled with clothing from 2005’s season probably. I’m not a party person, I preferred hanging out with Ashley watching movies and eating Tostitos all night. I did get invited to parties often I just didn’t like attending them. That was going to change now; the Natalie Bridge everyone knew was gone thanks to her ludicrous ex-best friend and her handsome love.

I got to Jessie’s dressed in a brown pencil skirt, white tank and a pair of old black slippers. Her face said it… I looked hideous. Thank god she owned almost all of Macy’s and was kind enough to lend me a dress of hers. It was a black Topshop dress, beautifully adorned and fixed up with strings that fell down beautifully giving an elegant but risky look to my body. At last, she let me borrow a pair of patterned heels that were probably too high for me.

As we finished retouching our make up, we headed out to grab an Uber. It was a 5-minute ride to Ryan’s. At the front door stood 2 drunken girls smoking a cigarette. Red cups filled the whole front yard.

I spotted Dan somewhere inside, I knew they were going to be here but that wasn’t going to be a problem for me tonight. I took my eyes of him and lead them straight to the bar. I had drunk alcohol a few times, but I had never gotten drunk and I wasn’t planning to. I grabbed a red cup and filled it with Vodka and Cranberry Juice. The first zip caused burning in my throat, but then I got used to the strong taste.

After my fourth cup I found myself dancing with some guys in the living room. One of was actually cute, but he was shy. His eyes never moved from me and his smirk never got lost. I tried a few times to get my attention off him, but his look created a tension between us that only let me pay attention to him, not to everyone else around me, not to the red cups flying around the room, not to the alcohol descending from my cup and getting my feet soaked in vodka…                                  only him.

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Next thing I know I’m waking up in a very uncomfortable bed in a white room filled with medicines and conducts that ended in a needle that penetrated my skin. I hadn’t been in a hospital since I broke my arm when I was 5. I had just learned how to ride a bike and decided to go wild and ride on a very steep mountain. The doctor said I was very lucky to only break my arm, because on a fall like that I could have even lost my life.

I recognized mom sitting on a couch in front of me, reading a Times magazine.

“Finally, you’re awake honey” her tone and the words she used helped me realize I wasn’t here because of alcohol, which was something good. If I had passed out yesterday because of alcohol mom would have not even been in the hospital. She would’ve grounded me for about a year or so and never spoken to me again till the end of her sad life.

“What happened?’

“Jessie said you started bleeding through your nose and all of a sudden passed out. The doctor analyzed you and apparently there’s nothing wrong with your health, it was probably just a shock or claustrophobia. I saw a post on Instagram in that party you were in, such a small place for so many people.”

 The day she created an Instagram account was probably the worst day of my life. She followed EVERYONE in my school; everyone meaning Dan Russell is included. I guess she just tries to be a cool and technological mom, but it sure annoys me.

“Yeah it was probably that, but I don’t remember a bit of it” I said, still confused. My nose had never drained blood, neither had I ever fainted.

Last Thing I remember is that guy at the party. He was such a mysterious human being. I had never seen him around in school or in the market or anywhere in this town. I liked this mystery, and I was willing to find out who he was as soon as I got out of this prison.