CRY BREAK LOVE REPEAT

S1 EP2: The Willey Ones

Previously on Cry Break Love Repeat...

 "Hi. I'm Jayden" I stuck my hand for him to take, which he did. "I know. We have Biology together." What? No way, I would've known. I would've at least noticed him.

"Do you stalk all girls in the music room or just me?" she said laughing.

"Nope you are about the first" I said with a chuckle following. I stood up and laid the guitar upward against the wall and walked over to me. She stuck her hand out "Kaylee Roman" I shook her hand. "You got talent Kaylee Roman"

"You are going and that is that! You can't keep bottling things up it's not healthy!" My mom basically gave me an earful. I was currently pacing in my room. "I didn't ask for your help. Why can't you be normal and give me my space. It's not rocket science"

 "Who is the Alia Danvers in her bedroom at two am?" I ask not knowing what else to say. She sighed and replied " The girl in the windowpane."

I stood in complete shock. I'm standing in a room that's trashed. I rushed over to the door and locked it. There was something on my wall.

'Play correctly and you get a prize' signed S.C in red paint

"Dad?" I whispered to myself

~NAPOLEON LEWIS~

In a world with pain, suffering, anxiety and the constant fear that the only person you love is going to die, you have to be careful. You have to be able to know when or how or where it's coming from. I have struggling for the past six years and I don't know how much more I can take.

As I was washing the paint of my walls, I thought about my dad. He and his brother were inseparable from what I hear. What happened? Why did Sam turn to a dark mirror with a reflection that's hard to leave?

"Napoleon. You're to be late sweetheart." my mom yelled from downstairs. I quickly made my way to the shower and got ready. I went with a ripped jean, an oversized plain white shirt and a lazily done ponytail. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to get a snack for the road. "Good morning." my mom greeted me and i just responded with "whatever"

"Hey, don't forget that you have-" "Therapy, how could I forget. My own mother believes I'm too fucked up to just come straight home after school like normal kids so to endure with whatever the fuck suggests is that I have to go to a clinic full of fucked up kids and she expects me to get better by putting me through worse shit like listening to other people's problems. Kinda hard to forget Grace." I walked pass her and left the house.

~SEBASTIAN GILLIES~

I got my math book from my locker and surprisingly my next-door locker neighbors were doing the same. I recognize the one to my right. Napoleon Lewis Year '11 same as me and in my math and bio classes. The one to my left however seemed to have been new. "Shit, new math class." I heard him say under his breath. "Having trouble finding a class?" I asked him to be polite. "Yeah, Judith, I think? It's just I have no clue who that is." Wow, this guy had my class too. "That's our class actually." "Our class? You don't even know me" Napoleon snickered. "You are Napoleon Lewis, son of Henry Lewis and Grace Lewis. Your mom works at Walmart and your dad has a complicated situation and that prevents you two from ever talking. How'd I do?"

"Forget it, clearly you're a stalker." he said sarcastically

I've known Napoleon since eighth grade and if I'm being honest, I always had a spark of interest in him. "I just pay close attention" I said waving my hand. "To what? My house." he scoffed and walked away "Pretty sure I'll find it on my own!" I heard him say as he walked further into the hallway. Was I going to tell him he was headed the wrong way? Nah, let him learn the hard way.