The Beats In Rift

Chapter 7

Meadow 

SO, DO YOU call him Jared when you're making out?"

I'm ready to punch this girl in the face and I'm not one for violence. He has been gone two years and stupid drunk dumbasses still bring him up like he's still here. Nobody else saw the Jacobs twins as individuals, even after Jared upped and left. The pain still surfaces when people talk about him, even after all this time. What people don't realize is that to me, Justin is nothing like Jared. They're completely different. I don't see Jared when I look at Justin, which is crazy because they share a face, but I know both of the boys better than anyone so I've always seen them as the amazing individuals they are... were.

I clutch at the hum beginning in my chest; the sorrow that lives there is a constant ache, a soul crying out for its lost mate.

"I don't call him anything because we don't make out." I roll my eyes as hers bulge.

"Oh, God! Is that why he cheats on you all the time?"

I really want to kill Justin for leaving me after he promised he wouldn't.

I look around the swarms of sweaty classmates and spot him pinned up against a wall, Melissa's tongue down his throat. My stomach turns over. I hate that he lets that trollop touch him. I know he has feelings for me, I can see it when he looks at me, and I do for him too but I'm so scared to open my heart again. Especially to Jared's brother. How low would that make me? I know he must feel the same because he's never tried to make a move either.

My eyes lock with his as Melissa lets him up for air. He holds my gaze for what feels like forever, then pushes Melissa aside as she tries leaning back in to him.

"Justin, where are you going?" She whines loud enough to carry over the music as he leaves her. He mounts the stairs, ignoring people as they try to talk to him.

"You a Jesus type?" the idiot standing next to me asks. "I don't think even for God I would be able to keep my hands off him. He's so yummy."

I sigh, closing my eyes to let out an exasperated breath. She's not wrong. Justin is gorgeous. He's filled out into a six foot three, ripped, athletic God. His brown hair neatly styles over his perfect face. He has a strong jawline, full lips, a neat nose and those amazing amber eyes surrounded by thick lashes.

"Excuse me," I tell the drunken girl, moving her to the side and brushing past the sweaty bodies dancing in front of me. I make my way to the stairs and go to Justin's room. I try the door but it's locked so I rap my knuckles against it.

"This room is off limits!"

"It's me. Open the door."

"Meadow, I'm busy getting laid. Go to the spare room to crash."

My stomach turns over. He doesn't ever talk to me like that and I know he wouldn't in front of someone else so he's more than likely not with anyone. But the thought of him in there getting laid leaves an unsettled feeling in my stomach.

"Okay," I call to him. "I was just checking if it's okay if I take someone in there with me?" I bait him, playing him at his own game.

"What?" comes his confused voice, a notch higher than before.

"I thought I'd get laid too, so I just wanted to make sure it was okay to take my guy in there. So... okay, thanks."

I fold my arms over my chest and wait the two seconds it takes for him to yank the door open. His face is pure rage. He looks past me and down the hall.