My eyes shot open.
The words:
'That was all I wanted' rang through my ears. He got up and handed me my clothes. He told me to get out and that he would see me tomorrow.
On the walk home all I could think about was how stupid I was to think that he could actually like me. I played the game of one night stands and lost. I broke the one rule of one night stands. To never fall for the person you're hooking up with. Well fuck him. Fuck that. Fuck this.
When I got home it was about 3 am and since my parents give less than a shit about me. I just walked in. I found my dad drinking out of the bottle of a Captain Morgan. My mom was probably out with some douche cause that's what my parents do.
I walked up the stairs to my room and took off my dress. I grabbed a oversized shirt and shorts. I flopped on my bed and starred at the ceiling. Fuck my life I have to see that bastard tomorrow and I'm not prepared. I only just met this guy and I like him? Who the hell am I? Like the only time I have ever liked someone was Jake.
He was my best friend in elementary and middle school. We did everything together; we talked about random crap. We went to the park, ice skating, laser tag, paintball war, water balloon fights. We had these nicknames for each other that he came up with. I was to call him 'Sexy Taco Rita' and he was to call me 'Martini'. It wasn't my idea of course but one thing is for sure We had a lot of fun.
But one summer before freshman year of high school, his family moved away to and I haven't seen him since. Now I'm a senior. I don't really have friends cause I don't need them. But I am popular. I'm really okay without friends. I mean I do have Kelsey and Danica, but they're bitches. Actually I do have one friend. His name is Daniel and I met him about 2 months ago. Since the day I met him, he always picks me up in the morning. He is really nice, but there is something about him. Something good. But whatever.
I slowly pulled the sheets over me and drifted to sleep. When I woke up. I heard the sound of smashing glass. My parents are fighting. Again. I threw on whatever clothes I could find and went to the hell I call my living room. I walked down the stairs, walking straight through the fight of my parents about God knows what.
"Brooklyn" my mom said as she cried. "Your father wants to get a divorce because I brought another man here last night. Tell him that it's not necessary and I that I love him." She said.
"Fuck you mom, I couldn't care less what happens with you two. So fuck off!" I said as made my way to the front door.
"BROOKLYN! BROOKLYN!" I heard them yell behind. But I kept walking. I didn't wait for Daniel. I just started walking. I didn't want to go to school. So I kept walking. I walked till I ended up at a park. The park that Jake and I used to hang out at. I sat on the swing and thought of the time he said he could fit in a baby swing. I told him he would get stuck, but he just continued anyway. He fully got in as I sat on the other swing next to him. He then proceeded to say "I told you so."
He started to get out but he was stuck. I tried to help him get out. But nothing was working. I pulled at the swing as he yanked his body up. It didn't work. Nothing worked. I then proceeded to say "I told you so." I started to laugh but he didn't find it so funny. We ended up having to call the fire department.
I laughed as I thought of the memories I had shared with that son of a bitch. I suddenly heard the squeaking of the old metal chains of the swing set. I didn't bother to look up. I didn't want to know who it was. I didn't care at the moment. I was sad, angry, and I felt some how, distant. Like I wasn't there and whoever sat down next to me. Didn't even know I was there.
"Hey" he said. I recognized the voice but didn't answer. "Hi Martini." He said. It was Jake.
"Hey Sexy Taco Rita." I said a small smile that you almost couldn't see, formed on my lips.
"So how has the last 3 years been for you." He asked. I still didn't bother to look at him. I just watched my feet drag in the sand as I moved the swing back and forth.
"Okay then I guess I'm going to talk to myself. These years have been good but I'm kinda sad. And only a hug from Jake can fix it." He said mimicking my voice. He then got up sand wrapped his arms around me. I sat there motion less.
My eyes shot open as I found myself alone in the park on a gloomy Friday. It was all a dream. He wasn't here. He never was. I should have know cause I'm probably never going to see him again. Tears began to fall down my face. I wasn't wailing or screaming. The tears just fell into the sand with pure silence. I was sitting in the middle of a park at 11 o'clock on a Friday.
I cried for what seemed like hours. I sat there staring off into the distance as wind started to blow and tiny drops of water began to fall. But I didn't care. I continued to sit there even when it became a pouring/ hailing/ thunder and lightning storm. It was cold but I sat there and sat there and sat there
