The Difference - Christian Leave

Six

Christian insisted on getting me a new phone.  I tried to resist, but he was already set on it.

"But I'm the stupid one who put my phone there!" I would say.

"And I'm the one who sat on it!" he would say.  It would go around in circles like this.  Eventually I just gave up.

I knew he had some money saved up because he has been on the Pressplay tour for a while.  But he would just not let me win.

He wasn't at school for a few weeks.  I gathered that his teachers sent home a lot of his work.  It was weird not seeing him around, even if I had never talked to him much.  I was beginning to realize how much I used to look forward to seeing him.  It was sickening.

I was also without a phone for a few days.  It gave me much more time to reflect on life.  I had never seen myself as that attached to it, but now I saw that I used more often than I thought.

One of his friends came up to me one day with a white box while I was at my locker.  He was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes.

"Christian said to give this to you," he said.  He handed me the box and walked away before I had time to say anything.

It was an iPhone.  It was much newer than the one I had before.  I groaned.  Why did he have to be so nice? He was the one who got a phone stuck up his butt (literally) and I ended up with a new phone.

I shook my head.

When I got home I realized it was already activated.  With a lot of my contacts too.  What the heck?

My mom turned into my room and saw me looking at the phone in confusion.

"Yeah, he came round yesterday asking what you had on your phone," she said, walking into the room and sitting next to me on the bed.

"He came here?  He's supposed to be on bed-rest!"  Christian is such an idiot, he could have hurt himself.

"Had one of his friends drive him over and found out our address from the school."  She gave me a look that I knew meant this was not going to be a short conversation.

I brought my hand up to my forehead, "Oh my goodness."  She raised her eyebrows.  Her hair was shorter and darker than mine.  We had the same body shape but she was a few inches taller.  Her cheekbones stuck out more than mine did, and she had brown eyes.  Mine are blue.  She has always reminded me of a librarian.

"You know sweetie," she said, tilting her head.  That tone of voice, I did not like it.  "This boy, he seems very...interested...in you," she paused.

"Well, I ran into him cleaning, and then he sat on my phone, it's just been a matter of circumstance.  He never talked to me before and he probably won't again," I said as I gave her a nervous smile.

"He called the school, bought you an expensive phone, found out what you had on it, and came to our house.  Do not be a fool."  I looked down.

"He's just trying to make up for it!  What is wrong with making a friend?  You know I don't have many," I said, trying to pull the guilt card.

She softened.  "Oh, I know, honey.  I'm just trying to protect you, Josie.  You know you aren't allowed to date, and this "friendship" is progress too fast to lead to nothing.  I just don't want you to get hurt, sweetie.  You are too young to have your heart broken." 

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug.  I hugged her back.

"I know, Mom," I said quietly. My mother and I are very close.  We love eachother a lot.  I know she's just trying to protect me but what teenager doesn't crave some type of contact with the opposite sex?

I went through my contacts more carefully when she had left to see if he had left any out.  It surprisingly seemed pretty complete.  But there was an addition.  In the C's. 

Christian had put himself in my phone.

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I tried to make this chapter longer.  Ok.  If anyone is still reading I would love to know what you think of it?