eavesdropper ↠ s.m

one // my ex

{ amelia del cruz } // unedited

I jump into my jeep and turn on the engine, already backing out from my parking spot, when he walks out of McDonald's, searching for something as if he lost a million dollars.

I quickly make my way out of the parking lot, and drive home, quickly stopping by the book store for a new book to read.

Fiction, science fiction, non-fiction, drama, action and adventure, romance, mystery, horror, math, science, history, poetry, comics, art, music, cookbooks, diaries, biographies. You name it, I read it.

I grabbed a cookbook and pay for it, considering that my parents are leaving on a really important business trip. They're leaving me alone for a week, and hey, who's complaining? Being a junior that can drive and having the house to themselves is the best.

I pull up to my house and make my way inside. "I'm home!" I yell and run up the stairs and start reading.

"101 Great Recipes Under 30 Minutes"

After boring myself by reading five recipes, I fall asleep.

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After having my short usual dream about food or my ex, I wake up at 9:30 pm. Looks like I'm having an all-nighter tonight.

Great. I love when I don't sleep at night and have school.

I get up and log onto Twitter and see a few random tweets about relationships and celebrities. The same old crap.

Here's the story about my ex and I:

Once upon a time during freshman year, we had come from different middle schools and were partnered up during science as lab partners during the whole school year. Towards the end of that year, we became best friends. We told each other everything.

During the homecoming dance on our sophomore year, we went together because we were both single and had no one else. He then asked me out while we were dancing, and I said yes. We were everyone's 'relationship goals' because of how close we were.

Then came along junior year, we were still strong, until one night. We went to a party, and he had a drink or two, while I stayed sober to drive home. We played truth or dare, and he picked dare. His dare was to take Emily O'Dell inside a closet upstairs, for 15 minutes. He started chickening out, because obviously we were together. But he had no choice, the dare was made.

Emily and him went upstairs to a closet for 15 minutes. The first five minutes, he was texting me.

Why can't you be up here instead?

I don't want to do this

We're literally doing nothing but staying silent.

Then his texts stop coming, me thinking the battery died, considering how he was asking everyone for a charger. No big deal, right? Wrong.

Half an hour past, and we couldn't find them anywhere. They never came out from wherever they were, so I decided to get in my car, which was an Altima at the time, thinking that I should look for him around the block since they were no where to be found anywhere. I unlock my door, and the inside lights turn on, revealing Emily and him in an intense make out session.

I got a ride home and let him keep my car, considering that my dad was getting me a new one and the backseat will always remind me of that night.

Never will I ever trust Taylor Michael Caniff.

I was devastated and heartbroken. His friends stopped talking to him, and started comforting me. Eventually I told them to forgive him and to hang out with him. He eventually came up to me and said sorry and all how he 'was too drunk to function' and 'we never made out because I was too innocent so he wanted a taste of it' and how he 'was going to wash my car and return it to me'. I just nodded and pretended that I understood when in reality, I didn't. If he was too drunk, how the hell did he text me?

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Ever since, I've never wanted another relationship in high school. They'll probably ruin me and I need to focus on school, not a guy. No guy can change my mind, no matter how kind, sweet, handsome, or intelligent they are. I've lost trust in everyone, except for my true best friend, Isabella Espinosa. We were enemies in kindergarten and first grade, until second grade, when we learned more about each other. We hated each other for a stupid reason: some random boy that we had a crush on. We both got over him in second grade, and started noticing our similarities. They say if someone ignores people for you, that's true friendship/love. And that's what she did, she ignored everyone just to talk to me.

Nine years later, here we are in high school together. One of our similarities is that we both want to become social workers, so we plan on going to college together, even if it means community college.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! My phone goes playing my ringtone when my favorite person in the whole wide world calls me. Isabella. "Yellow," I say into the phone.

"So Emily and Taylor hooked up as a couple now. They're 'Temily.'"

"I preferred Tamelia, or Maylor honestly," I say truthfully.

"Amelia, please don't start." Bella only calls me Amelia when she's serious or mad, everyone calls me Mia.

"Isabella," I say with an Italian accent, "I'm not even starting. I'm finishing. Closing his feelings. I've completely lost feelings for him."

"Splendid. He's a jerk. An ugly fake bi-"

"Woah, Bella! Please no cursing. We've been through this."

"Yeah, sorry. Anyway, junior prom is in five months! We've gotta find you your date!"

"There's always senior prom. I don't want in on this prom Bella."

"Uhh! Fine, but you'll change your mind. So what's up?"

"Earlier I was at McDonald's, and this sweet boy was saying things to this girl, but she was friend-zoning him, yet he kept on trying even if he got upset. I got tired of hearing her rejecting him, so I told her something and walked away."

"Mia!? You told someone about a relationship? Holy crap. When are you an expert in love?"

"I was an expert until the expert's heart was broken."

"Well, well, well. Congrats on standing up for something."

"Hah, thanks. I guess I'm not 'Shy Mia' anymore."

"All-nighter?" Bella asks me.

"Heck yeah," I reply.

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okay hi. once again story idea credit to intrication .

i have nothing against taylor what so ever, it's just for the purpose of the story. lol ilygsm // ari