Yours Musically

68. The End

Chapter Sixty Eight - The End

In a surprising turn of events, Cheryl was transferring to another school. Her parents had to move because of a very good opportunity her dad had found and even though Cheryl had the choice to stay back with her aunt and finish her senior year with us, she'd decided to move with them.

The moment she mentioned she'd be closer to Mack's college, it all made sense to Meera and me.

It stung a bit since we'd been best friends since childhood, but we supported her anyway and were happy for her, but the farewell party we'd thrown her was hella depressing. The fact that I was already dealing with my break up with Matt only made another goodbye even more painful.

Now Meera was the only person who was just a phone call away whenever I needed to meet up and talk. I'd never been more thankful for having her in my life.

"Rebekah, come downstairs. Lunch is ready," came the voice of our new housekeeper, Sharon. She was in her mid-thirties, and my mom had personally installed her in this household to become her eyes and ears while she was at work. Sharon told mom everything about my day, which usually involved me waking up, coming downstairs for meals, and mostly spending the rest of the time alone in my room.

Meera sometimes came over, but it wasn't the same as when Mrs. Brooke was around. I really missed her.

I'd also noticed that something was up with Meera. She'd been acting distant lately. Maybe she was also having a hard time dealing with Cheryl and Mack leaving.

"And what is it for lunch?" I shouted back.

"I cooked you all the greens."

I made a face. She knew how much I hated it.

"You can keep it to yourself, Gothel," I retorted.

"Stop calling me that. And I'm gonna call your mother if you don't come downstairs in another five minutes."

I sighed in defeat and ambled out of bed as her footsteps neared my room, and without a warning, she swung my door open.

"Hey! Knock!" I snapped at her.

But it wasn't her. My jaw dropped as the unexpected visitor walked inside my room with a smile.

"Oh my God!" I grinned at him. "Nick?"

"Hey, Becks. Did you miss me?"

"Not really." I chuckled and gave him a hug. It felt nice to hug a friend. I hadn't had a hug in...well, it seemed like forever.

"It's hell in here," he said, looking around my room as he pulled back. The same thing he'd said the day he was leaving after his stay. The day I'd had that fall out with my mother.

"What are you doing here?"

"I made a stop at home and decided to check up on you before I went back to college."

I smiled. "Thanks, Nick. It's really good to see you." I asked my next question hesitantly, "How's Blake?"

"He's oddly better ever since he heard about..." he trailed off.

"The break up," I finished for him, and he nodded, a look of concern flashing in his eyes.

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine." I shrugged.

"Have you heard from Matt?"

I fidgeted my fingers and sat back down on the edge of my bed. "No. Not in two weeks."

"Did you reply to any his messages from the past weeks?"

I shook my head.

Matt had left for college three weeks ago. He was at Brown University now. After the break up at the music event, he'd sent me many texts and called me so many times. He'd even attempted to climb up to my room once, but I'd kept my window locked, feeling something break inside me when he finally gave up and left after about two hours. I'd felt heartless leaving him out there like that, but I knew that if I'd let him see me, he would've easily convinced me to change my mind.