LAST FOREVER( Complete ✅️)

Chapter19: The DRAMA

The rhythmic thud of my gloved fists against the punching bag echoed through my room, a desperate attempt to drown out the chaos in my mind. The events of the past few days played on repeat, each memory a confusing blend of emotions. Sometimes it felt like this was all just a dream, it couldn't be real and sometimes I felt like I was losing myself. I breathed out hard , I felt like I was somebody else and it felt really uncomfortable.

I sat on my bed, sweaty and breathless, reaching for my phone. Instagram was my temporary escape, a glimpse into the lives of others that momentarily diverted my thoughts. But as I scrolled through the videos, my mind kept circling back to Andy. I went to his account and scrolled through his instagram. I scoffed as I realized he had deleted some of our pictures together. That was so him the prince of pettiness.

I shook my head, what went wrong? I smiled at one picture of us at the mall wearing pink jackets. I was so sure he was the most confident gay best friend ,he was never shy or embarrassed about being himself. He even created an lgbtq club at school for everyone to embrace themselves and love themselves. So where did this new character come from or was I just that naive maybe even ignorant?

How could he change so much? Was I blind to who he really was, or did he undergo some twisted transformation? I replayed our conversations, dissecting every word for a sign of the person he'd become. It felt like a betrayal, like I was losing another piece of my world. Was this how the world worked, to win something big maybe I had to lose something big as well. I blinked away the tears that threatened to come out.

My boxing career was on the brink of taking off, a chance to escape the shadows that had cast their long reach over my life. But with every punch, I couldn't shake the looming darkness – the unresolved questions, the tangled mess of emotions.

The room felt smaller, the walls closing in on me. I wanted to scream, to release the pent-up frustration that coiled in my chest. My phone buzzed with a notification – a message from Sasha. The girls were planning something, probably another adventure into the unknown drama of high school.

I tossed my phone aside, its glow casting eerie shadows on the walls. The chaos outside mirrored the turmoil within me. Haden's unexpected return, Tristan's charming allure, and Andy's bewildering transformation all collided like a storm, leaving me stranded in confusion.

I stared at the boxing gloves on my desk, symbols of strength and resilience. But even they couldn't shield me from the vulnerability that clawed at my core. The journey I'd embarked on – from grief to boxing rings – seemed to be taking a detour through a maze of complicated relationships.

As I lay back on my bed, the weight of it all pressed on my chest. The world outside my window continued its relentless spin, uncaring and indifferent. I couldn't escape the haunting questions – Was I making the right choices? Would these shadows ever lift?

Tears welled in my eyes, a silent rebellion against the chaos. The boxing gloves lay abandoned, a stark reminder that even in the pursuit of strength, vulnerability remained my silent companion.

My phone suddenly rang and I was so tempted to ignore that call but I didn't want my life to stop because of my overthinking . I promised myself I would make it. I would live and I was not going to give up.

I picked up the call it was Sasha ofcourse "Hi Sash" I said forcing myself to sound happy.

I could feel her excited energy through the phone,it that even made sense "Hey! So we have this study thing going on. You have to come over I have already made some popcorn for everyone!"

I raised an eyebrow, why did it sound like there was more to this 'popcorn' . I really was not in the mood for another party especially if it turned out to be like the last one "well Sasha I can't I have got practice you know with boxing and everything"