An Unspoken Whisper · Maxley

Chapter 6: Multiply, Subtract and Divide.

^Max POV^

I sat on my bed, tuning the electric guitar in my hands carefully, strumming the strings every few seconds making sure I'd got them in the right note.

Bobby eyed me warily, knowing when I really got in the mood I was an absolute menace on the guitar- and not in a good way.

It didn't matter though, after the talk, I needed to lose myself in the melody of hard fucking core songs.

PJ sat on Bobby's bean bag, completely out, snoring and drooling, the whole package, he'd be awake in a few secs though. Bobby stood up and tuned the last peg I was sweating over and I looked up at him, and he gave me a reassuring smile.

I couldn't even return the smile, god she really messed me up.

...

She said she didn't think of me that way anymore...

Why?

When we broke up, she told me it was because she just couldn't keep up with long-distance relationships, saying that it didn't feel "real"...

And now she's back, but she doesn't see me like she saw me before, at least that's what she told me, but I don't see why I should listen to anything that comes out of her lying mouth anymore.

...

It was me and her alone in the classroom, struggling over whatever it was, I can't remember okay? So she looked at me dreamily, and I...

I looked into her eyes and saw my future, yeah, it's gooey but she was the love of my life legit 3 years ago and those feelings don't just disappear into thin air because I said so, I wish, it's more complicated than that...

And then she leaned toward me, and I did too, and we kissed...

I don't understand what I did wrong.

She pulled away too quickly, too soon, and blabbered on about how she couldn't do this again, and how we couldn't be together.

...

Bullshit. 

Absolutely cow crap.

I strummed the strings and played each of them slowly and softly, building up to the chorus, and ignored when PJ's snores stuttered, and he jumped up confused, and looked at me, the source of the sound.

I knew the neighbors were going to give us crap about it later, but who gives a fuck now a days? I know I don't, I knew Roxanne didn't.

...

"... Roxanne.." I murmured, trying not to tear.

Both PJ and Bobby left by the time I'd finished with the guitar, stating they had to go get a bite or something.

I had my face on my hands, trying not the break into another hundred pieces over her again.

I mean...

She didn't say no? Did she?

She just needed time... I could fix her, I know she's been through some shit but I can.

I sobbed quietly, fat tears dripping down my cheeks into my cupped hands. Love's fucking overrated, all girls are the same, just playing with stupid boys to gain... what?

I bit my lip, holding myself as if the pressure inside me was going to explode if I didn't hold it together.

I jumped when I heard a hard knock on the door, my arms falling into my lap limply.

Can't people let me have a breakdown in peace?

I tip-toed to the door, and opened the door lightly, eyeing outside, and saw a ruffled-looking Bradley staring down at his shoes, and he looked up at me.