Only If You Listen Closely

An Infuriating Boy

CYNTHIA’S POV

When I bought everything I required, I walked out of the supermarket at night, alone. I finally arrived back home, as I opened the front door I went straight upstairs to my room (which is quite small for me) and to my desk. I opened to the first page of the book I borrowed (did I mention that I love reading?) and found a name “Jaycee Smith” above my name. “Hmmm…I thought I’d seen that name before.” I looked at the other books I borrowed and realised the same person has also borrowed these books. That’s strange.    

The next morning arose quickly; I woke up to the sound of my mum’s voice yelling,

“Cynthia! Wake up, I’m leaving!” she continued on, “Did you sleep in your clothes again? Get ready for breakfast, bye!” and she left in a hurry to work (teaching classes at university). I was still on my bed, rubbing my eyes when turned to see the clock.

“Oh no! It’s already late and I’ve got to meet Joyce!” I exclaimed and quickly hopped off my bed and went downstairs, when I heard a familiar voice, “My purse!” of course it was my mum.

She is tall, with short, dark brown hair and hazel eyes which is similar to mine.

“You went back upstairs again?” I asked her, while she was running around like a crazy chicken.

“Yeah,” she answered, still trying to find her purse, “that’s funny” indicating that she still doesn’t know where it is.

“Try by the phone,” I said, brushing my teeth. A few seconds later I hear her voice, “I found it!” and off she goes out the door like a crazy chicken again.

After I got prepared, I went out, locked the front door and headed off to school.

I finally arrived in school and saw Joyce (my best friend) waiting at the front gate. She’s been complaining about how long she has been waiting for me and that if she will have to stand in the sun for longer, she will get more freckles. Joyce is a nice girl and is taller than me; she is also sometimes funny at times. We went out and took a seat near the baseball courts, which was surrounded by really high wire fences (of course, so the(base) ball doesn’t often go flying out). I gave Joyce my lyrics/music sheet, which I was trying to write a song called “Country road”

“I tried, but it’s not going to work,” I said to her, “try and sing it”

Then she started singing the first verse, I looked at the sheet with her and then sang with her to the rhythm. After a minute, we finished and Joyce said that it wasn’t that bad.

“Yes it is,” I sat back, a bit upset at myself. Seriously, what’s wrong with me? I’m like a nerd or something.

“Really?” Joyce responded.

 “I wrote another one,” I said and handed her the second song. She sang it out loud. “Concrete roads everywhere…” I started laughing while she still kept singing. In the end of the song we both laughed so hard, “what is this!?” was all Joyce could say.

“But what was this problem?” I asked getting back my sheet, “you don’t need the lyrics yet”

“No,” Joyce said and it was this time she started blushing and suddenly asked “are you in love with anyone?”

I was surprised she asked me this but I answered no anyway. But she continued on still blushing,

“Studying entrance exams would be easier having someone, we could encourage each other,” she said avoiding eye contact with me.

“Joyce, you’re in love!” I exclaimed in excitement. She whispered something to me, I gasped in awe, “You got a love letter?!” I accidentally talked too loud and Joyce tried to hush me to be quiet, “Not so loud,” she was looking around trying to see if anyone overheard them.

“When? Who is he? Is he handsome?” questions were flooding in my mind as I asked.

“He’s in another class, he’s not bad” she answered

“Why don’t you meet him?” I continued on, “If you don’t like him, just say no!”

“Yeah, but…” she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. I thought for a moment.

“So, there’s someone else you like!”  I said to her, Joyce hesitated, “You can’t hide it from me! Come on! Confess! I exclaimed.

“It’s Ch…ch…”  she was about to confess when a boy’s voice called her name.

“Joyce!” she hesitated at the voice who had called her but I wasn’t looking, I was too busy to see who it was. The voice was coming from the baseball court (which is right in front of us) and it belonged to a boy called Charlie. He was running towards us, well, actually towards the fence and asked Joyce if she could pick up is bag on the grass and give it to him. Joyce hesitated and gasped once more, “It’s Charlie!” she stood up and turned around to avoid contact with him. But obviously, Charlie doesn’t know what’s going on and still shouting at her,

 “It’s the blue sports bag!” but she still didn’t move, “come on, Joyce!” I can tell he was getting irritated, “throw it over here!”

Oh gosh, I can’t stand a chance, what is wrong with him? I stood up and shouted back at him, “Shut up and go back to the bench!”

“That’s mean!” he shouted back while I walked over to pick his bag, “I’m first-string, and we’re through to the regionals!”

Ha-ha as if I care, and while I swung his bag up, Joyce was leaving and I called and caught up after her.

“So you’re in love with Charlie?” I asked

“What am I going to do? The way I reacted, he might know!” she responded

“Don’t worry, he’s too dense” I assured her, but she still looked worried.

“But what about the love letter?” she continued on. There was a few seconds of silence, “I’ll think about it a while” she finally said.

“I see,” I said and moments later I looked in my bag, “Oh no! I forgot my book! I’ve got to go back, I’ll call you later”

“Ok,” she answered back and I ran off. A few minutes later I arrived back and surprisingly I found a boy reading my book. I stared at the book the boy was reading to make sure if it was the right book. I suddenly realised that the boy caught me looking.

“T-that book…” I started

“Is it yours?” he asked me, I nodded. He stood up and gave the book back to me.

“Here you go, Cynthia Green”

I was surprised, “How do you know my name?”

“Guess!”

I looked at the book for a while, “My library card,” I suddenly remembered.

“I’d forget about Concrete Road, though,” he said with a smirk on his face.

And that just hit me like a heavy brick on my head, I checked in my book if the music sheet was in there and guess what…it was. I shouted at him, “You read it!”

I stomped angrily back on the way to my house saying ‘jerk’ three times every minute. I went in straight immediately to my room, scrunched the piece of paper and threw it in the bin. I then went to the fridge to drink something, after a sip I still remembered the boy’s words and mimicked him angrily in a low voice, “I’d forget about Concrete Road.” Well, get lost! I hate him so much.

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Author's Note: That's it guys!! This is the very first STORY I've ever written n_n Sorry if it's boring but in the end it will be interesting. Keep in mind that I'm still a student, so I have exams and assignments. Please vomment or fan!! Thanks! Also if you want to suggest or maybe anything you want to say about this story if you want please send me a private message! Love you guys...mwah (030)