This story portrays story of two known enemies, popular boy Leon and unknown girl Doris. They met very early on, in kindergarten. In high school, their hatred even grew bigger. They'd throw jokes at each other, and put each other in trouble and that...
I was home alone for the billionth time, and I stared at the food on my plate. It was getting cold, and I couldn't swallow bits of it. Today is my 18th birthday, but I decided not to celebrate it as I always do. Even my mom forgot about it.
Knock. Knock.
Who is it now?
I got up from the couch and ran towards the doors. I opened them, and it was Xavier.
"Hey."
"What do you want?" I responded with disgust.
"What do you mean? You have been avoiding me and Leon for days? Did something happen."
"No one can be bad and pathetic as Jolene." I added, "That's what's wrong, fucking scumbag."
He was silent after my words, and I started crying.
"Sorry." I turned around to hide my face.
"I never meant what I said, and I don't think Leon did either."
"Then why say it? Is it embarrassing to stand up for your friends. I might not have the best reputation, and I might have been called whore more than anyone in this school. I have feelings as any of you do. There are tons of in this school, but sure I am the one who is the made fun of the most. Bunch of hypocrites."
"Here is something I made you." Xavier said and handed me wrapped up gift.
"Oh, what's that for?"
"Happy birthday, Jolene."
How does he remember my birthday?
"If you think I'll forgive you just because you remembered my birthday, you were wrong."
"You don't have to. Just open it."
I opened the gift, and it was an oil color portrait of me. It was so realistic, but also dreamy.
"I look pretty nice from your eyes." I smiled and wiped away my tears.
"Don't forget the note that's behind the painting."
"I know why you are not speaking to me. I have not been sleeping and spent nights doing this portrait of you. I had no reference, but just my memory of you. I stare at you so much and I know every line of your face. Guilt has been eating me alive, and when you read this, I hope you believe me that I am sorry. Sincerely, Xav."
"Xavier. I never got something like this in my life."
My hands immediately wrapped around him, and I cried all I had in me.
"I know you haven't eaten; we should go eat before you pass out." Xavier spoke.
- my artwork of Jolene, follow me on ig: klaratheartist
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