"A SYMPHONY OF SOUND"
Freckles whined outside my door like she'd been doing over the last couple of days. I ignored her like I'd been doing. My gaze was trained on the box worth of granola bar wrappers that were piled on my floor, along with a few empty water bottles.
Maybe I'd wait to throw the bottles out when Peter can see me purposefully not put them into the recycling bin. Since my not recycling was such a huge deal breaker for him.
There was a knock at the door, followed by my dad's voice. "We're going on a W-A-L-K soon, if you want to join us."
He asked me this yesterday and the day before. He knew what my answer was. Silence. I waited for him to walk away, but there were no foot steps.
"You still alive in there?"
He sounded genuinely worried about that, so I told him, "Only on the outside." My voice squeaky from not using it forty-eight hours.
He took that as an invitation, opening my bedroom door. Freckles rushed in, sniffing at me. I'm sure it wasn't a pleasant smell since showering hadn't been a priority these last two days.
Still, she climbed into bed with me, resting her heavy head on my legs.
My dad came in, picking up granola bar wrappers and tossing them into the wastebasket.
"I would've done that myself."
"I know." He pulled out my desk chair, taking a seat. He studied me for a while, brow wrinkled. "You stink."
"I'm thinking about bottling it up and selling my scent as human repellent."
"That sounds like a billion dollar idea," he remarked. "Cherry stopped by earlier."
My heart ticked up at the mention of my best friend. Ex best friend. Best friends didn't steal their friend's most prized possession then lie about it to their face.
Yet, I asked, "Why?"
"She didn't want to come in," he said, testing the waters to see if I wanted to discuss it. When I just stared at him, he continued, "She said to check your email."
I'd purposefully let my phone die. Cherry and Peter kept calling and texting. Apparently, Cherry has moved to emailing. Which was just weird.
"I'm not interested in anything she has to say," I told him.
"She mentioned something about that woman...Becca Lopez?"
I sat up quickly, startling Freckles. "Bea Lopez?"
He nodded. "That's what I said."
Did she finally reach out? Was this the second chance I'd been hoping for. I grabbed my phone from my side table, along with the charger cord that snaked out from behind the table. Before I plugged it in, though, I paused.
Was there even a point? The other day proved that Cherry and Peter were liars in the worst way. I didn't deserve good things. What I deserved was exactly what I had. Nothing.
I tossed my phone back on the table and laid back down. Physically exhausted from that little bit of movement. "I'd like to go back to staring into the void now."
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Falling For Mr. Perfect
Teen Fiction[Completed - 63,000+ words] Highest Ranking: #3 in Teen Fiction When Faye Moore's bad temper lands her in detention on the last day of school, the last person she is expecting to see is good boy, Peter Conway. But maybe it's a blessing in disguise...
