Forever Is Now

His End

Wayne  |  pov

Salt on a wound.

That's the best way to describe how I feel right now. Standing on this staircase, makes want to cuss it out but I just sit down and take it all in. Opening my fist, I see the bracelet that holds more power than I ever thought possible. Even before, when things were difficult and up in the air for us, she kept it on. And having it in my hand right now, can only mean one thing, she's gone.

I finally stand up after what feels like like an hour but I check my watch, it's only been 15 minutes of burying my head in hands and randomly saying 'damn'. The halls are empty, its basically too late to show up to class and having to explain why I'm late is not going to happen. I couldn't give a damn about the possible suspension or whatever for walking out of here during the day, so I find the nearest exit and get into my car.

Being a good cliche, I drive to the cliff. Not to drive over it and kill myself but for clarity and it seems like the best place to do it. Playing music to drown out my own thoughts and driving as fast as I can to get to my destination without pissing of the police, is giving me the relief I want right now.

I take a deep breathe before opening the door, this is overwhelming. Standing in front of the car, facing the view and remembering when I brought her here, the flashbacks come before I can stop them.

Thank you for bringing me here.

It's one of the first things she said to me, before freaking out that because she thought I was going to kill her. Her face, as soon as I parked the car, was hilarious. That was the night I asked her to be my girlfriend and I remember how she insanely beautiful she looked. Those big brown eyes. And almost immediately that beautiful, glowing face turns into that disappointed and sad one I saw today. No.

The air is thick and uncomfortable , I can't do this anymore. I drive home.

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Hey, did you leave? I couldn't find you anywhere - Lucy

Lucy has been calling my phone a few times since I've got home and looking at the time, school should be out. She figured texting would be better and I'm glad because I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone.

Yeah, had to deal with some thing asap. Text you later.

On Saturday, after I hung up the phone while talking to Alliyah and finding out that Mackenzie was okay. I could not shake the jealousy that boiled instead of me when I found out that she was with Noah. Things didn't make sense to me but instead of asking I saw red and let rage lead me into thinking that what Layla told me later that night was true.

Lucy called me on my way back from dropping my mom off at the airport. She told me that she heard from Steven that Noah beat him up because Steven found them making out in some hallway near the locker room and the reason why Steven approached Mackenzie was to confront her about it but she ended up kissing him. When Noah saw, he read it wrong and beat the crap out of him.

When I got to school this morning, everyone was saying the same thing. I believed it and now I'm rethinking the whole thing. And there's only 2 people who know what happened, without being involved. Ivan and Alliyah.

Asking Alliyah is risky because I know I'll get my kicked ass first. I still need to decide if it's worth it because it's difficult to not be able to fight back and based on the side eye she gave me in the halls today, she won't hold back on the punches. Ivan is an option but he hates me. After I got the call from Lucy, I called him and blew up, saying things I shouldn't have said. Putting pride aside, I dial his number.