// amethyst //
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"it doesn't feel like this thing is going to go away. it's always there, and I can't go on with my life."
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"so," he says, taking a bite out of his sandwich, "tell me why you came here."
"well, I couldn't handle my parents anymore, I wasn't the daughter they wanted. and my boyfriend cheated on me." I say, twisting my fork in my salad.
"that sucks." he says.
"y-yeah it does." I answer with a small smile creeping on my lips.
"he didn't deserve you anyway." he smirks, making my cheeks blush again. what, why did this guy I don't even know make me blush?
"you don't even know him." I defend him, and I don't even know why I do.
" I know that if he hurt you, he never did deserve you." he says after a few moments of silence.
"wow that's deep." i laugh at myself for saying that out loud.
"well, I'm not in college for writing for nothing." he chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly done hair.
"oh my god you're a writer?" I ask him,
my eyes growing wide.
"yeah, this job is to just keep me on my feet." he explains.
"wow that's amazing." I say, taking a small bite from my bland salad.
"sure hope it is." he says without emotion as he stares at his phone screen. "okay our break's up."
I toss the salad in the trash and begin to grab my cigarette box out of my purse before he stops me.
"wait- you smoke?"
"yeah is that a problem?" I ask him with annoyance.
"amethyst, you're only 17." he says in shock.
"we're all going to die anyways." I shrug, pressing it to my lips and the burn appearing in my throat again.
"touché." he says after a few moments of thought.
he doesn't seem really affected that I smoke as much as most people do when I'm around them for the first time. after his outburst at first, he calmed down quite a bit.
I take another puff from the drug before I exhale, a small cloud of smoke appearing again. what drives me crazy, is whenever I do this, every single time. every time I take a puff from my cigarettes, all I think about is michael. how he told me he was going to stop seeing me if I didn't stop smoking. I was so stupid. I thought he actually cared about my health and my safety, God I was so damn stupid.
"hey, you okay?" drew interrupts my thoughts, waving a hand in front of my face. "you were like in a trance or something."
"sorry, just thinking." I answer with a toothless smile on my lips, before stepping on what is left of my cigarette and entering the salon before getting back to my job.
"hey Ames." Val comes out from behind me suddenly. "what's going on with you two?"
"nothing, Val. I just met him." I roll my eyes.
"well he sure seems like he likes you." she scoffs, wiggling her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.
"no he doesn't. he's just being nice." I defend him, because I really don't know why he'd pick me when I bet there's several beautiful girls around here.
"whatever floats your boat." she says in defense. "don't say I didn't tell you so when he asks you out soon."
"well you won't say you told me so because he won't ask me out." I answer her.
"okay okay. can you help me with something in the back?" Val says, pointing towards the washing- hair station.
"yeah I guess." I shrug, following her to where she says.
"would you mind,um, putting the shampoo and conditioner into the little cups?" she asks, biting her lip.
"um, sure?" I say in a form of a question, there's nothing here I know how to do anyways.
"okay great! just let me know when you finish it I'll let you know when your shifts over." she says in a perky tone which really, really annoys me. anyone talking in a perky tone, anyone in a perky outfit, anyone who is perky themselves, yeah they annoy the shit out of me.
I start filling up the small cups, one by one. personally I thought this would be more entertaining, but yeah I think wrong ALL of the time. while I'm in the midst of this, my mind wanders to him.
does he miss me? does he even know I'm gone? no, he wouldn't miss me. he hasn't even bothered to call me or text or any form of communication what so ever. and he wouldn't miss me anyways, he has that perfect brunette Barbie that I don't even know the name of. I guess I answered my question for myself. how's he doing? what's he doing this very second? those are the questions I will never know myself unless I see him again. which I highly doubt I will since he doesn't seem to care about me. if he did, he would've called, or at least texted me.
fuck. I can't think about him anymore. if he doesn't care about me, I for sure shouldn't care about him. I know it'll take a lot to forget. forget all the long kisses and the makeout sessions that would make me out of breath, forget all of the times he held my hand and did the stroky hand thing that I absolutely adore, forget the adorable smirk plastered across his face at all times, forget all of it.
before I know it, I'm crying once again. but this time, they aren't tears of sadness, they're tears of anger and fury. I throw the huge bottle of shampoo onto the floor as I sob loudly before Val walks in, her mouth opening to say something, but shutting once she sees my state.
"babe are you okay?" she asks me, kneeling down to my level.
"yeah, I'm fine. just angry, but fine." I answer, wiping my tears from the sticky cheeks.
"well I don't think this'll make it any better..." she carries on, buying on her lip insecurely.
"what is it?" I say, an alarmed look appearing in my eye and I know it.
"he called...."
•••••••••
hey guys!!
I just wanted to let everyone know that drew is cast as Cody Christian.
and thank you to the few people who commented saying my book didn't suck that means a lot to me.
