As A Cliché: A Short Story

Year #3: He Thinks I'm Suicidal.

My eyes widened and my hands flew to cover my mouth.

I haven't spoken to anyone in two years. That's 24 months without a voice, 104 weeks without a whisper, 730 days, 17,520 hours without a single word, not one.

My throat felt scratchy and irritated with the sudden use  its been desperately needing forever. I swallowed what little moisture there was in my mouth, trying to ignore the burning feeling.

Jax looked at me with confusion written all over his features. I really couldn't believe it was actually him.

He grew his hair out and now has a quiff about an 2 inches tall. Little swirls in his hair added to the adorableness making it slightly curly yet strait, but in a cute way. Ok none of that made any sense. Not even to me.

He shuffled uncomfortably on his feet under my inspecting stare. His body has balanced out and wasn't as awkward as it used to be. He actually has a chance at a girlfriend with his looks now. Not really, he's always been quite attractive, not that I've noticed.

He scratched the back of his neck making his arms flex under his regular black tee shirt. My eyes followed up his arm and zeroed in on the earrings in his ears.

I never would've imagined his parents letting that happen. They were just small studs but still.

I battled with mixed emotions at the sight of him, I'm happy really, I am but I'm mostly mad, a little hurt. I mean wouldn't you be. He didn't call me once, I always had to call him and he always seemed to be out with friends. Ok now I just sound like a clingy girlfriend.

I quickly turned and scuttled  even higher in the tree, hoping he wouldn't bother scuffing his expensive looking shoes.

"Katie!" Jax's voice called out  franticly as I hurried up the tree, nearing the top.

I turned my head and to my surprise saw him climbing up after me. I felt my heart start to beat ten times faster than usual and my brain shut down. Pulling myself higher up the tree I reached for another branch but felt nothing but air.

"Katie!"

Jax was gaining on my and I didn't know what to do.

Scouting and measuring out the jump to the ground below I prepared myself to jump as I'd done millions of times before when a clueless girl tried to follow me up the tree.

Jax stepped up onto the same branch as me and looked at me as if I was a wild animal.

"Katie, let's talk, you don't need to do this. I thought you'd be happy to see me."

What in the world is he talking about?

Without a second thought I jumped from the branch.

"Katie!" Jax yelled and he jumped down after me.

Oh my gosh. My best friend is an idiot.

I landed safely, tucking and rolling like I taught myself to do. Jax on the other hand wasn't as lucky I heard him grunt as his feet hit the ground and the pained yelp as his knee probably dislocated, or maybe his ankle broke. Eh, he'll live either way.

I got up, dusting myself of dust and walked over to him. I sighed as I inspected him for any deformations in his bone structure.

He groaned and rolled around in pain. Yep, dislocated knee. It's painful the first time I jumped the same thing happened.