The Perfect Moment

Part Two

The morning after my mum woke me up early. I wasn't used to her waking me up at all, so when she sat by my bed and stoke my face, trying to slowly wake me up, I smiled. This reminded me of a long time ago.

"Hey sweetie, I think you and I should talk about what happened las night. I have so many missed calls from Luke, and texts too, and he's been calling your dad, your sister, the interphone, literally everyone to try and contact you," she explained to me, and I sat up.

"I'll be down in five minutes" answered while stretching.
I went to my bathroom and got ready for breakfast, and for talking to my mum. I knew this would not be easy, but I had to do it. She already knew too much. I couldn't just lie this one off, she wouldn't buy it.

"What is going on between the two of you?" she asked while handing me a plate of pancakes.
Yay pancakes! She had obviously planned this well, because starting a day with pancakes, always made me feel better.

I sighed. "I don't know right now. He just told me he wasn't happy with me and that he had been happy with another girl ever since he left, so..." I said, emotionless, while I started eating. Mum looked at me with her eyes full of worry.

"And that's clearly why you didn't want to talk to him last night" she said to herself, rubbing her temples.

"Mum, its fine. I was kind rude to you last night, too, and I didn't mean that. I was just aware of the fact that Luke could hear me, and I wanted to hurt him back." I explained to her.

I know he still cares about me, and feels sorry for what he has done. That is why I decided to respond hurt rather than angry, so he'd feel even worse. He had told me he hated feeling bad for doing things to others, so I played my best card against him.

I decided to go to school that day, even though I had cried over Luke twice, in about thirty minutes in the morning, my mother and I decided I should go to school.

On my way to the bus, I cried once more. At this time, we had usually called each other up, and talked together until I had my first class. Now I didn't call him, but I felt the need to listen to music. I brought my phone up and realized t had been off since the night before. I turned it on to find about one hundred missed calls from him, and they had been going on all night long, apparently. The messages, on the other hand, had stopped last night. I ignored all of it and put on my favourite music, starting with my favourite song now; Better Off.

The voice clip of Luke singing my favourite song, indicating him calling me, interrupted it. I declined, once again, and went back into the song. He was about to make me cry again, but I couldn't let that happen. I had had to wash the makeup off my face the second time I cried that morning, so I probably looked horrible.

It happened thirteen times on my way to school, so I eventually gave up trying to listen to music. He called me every so often, and leaving a text right after I had declined or ignored it. Something like 'please answer me I know you can see it.'

I didn't though. Every class I was in, reminded me of him somehow, mostly because I had used to sneak text with him, but now that period of my life was over. Luckily.

"Hey babe" I heard, and turned around in confusion. No, this couldn't be happening.
"Andrea, what's up?" he asked giggly, and I breathed again, still mad at him for saying that.
"Stop it, Matt, please" I begged, but he never listened to me. He always called me babe, and did everything he possibly could to make me uncomfortable. He sat down next to me while I sat in the canteen, waiting for my actual friends, not my bully.

"How's my girl doing today? As sexy as always, I see" he said, looking me up and down. Twice. Then he slung his right arm around me, while I looked down on the phone lying lifeless on the table in front of me. Luke had given up, I suppose.

"You know what, hotstuff? It's kind of rude to not answer when someone's talking to you," Matt told me, and I couldn't avoid looking away. Usually, I would have sassed back at him, making him leave me alone somehow, but today I was as lifeless as my phone screen.

"But I guess you're just falling for me, and being speechless from how hot I am" he added to build his confidence back up at its top.

"You know, I will get to you somehow, wherever you are," he said, and that was what broke me. I burst out in tears and laid my face flat to the table. Besides my own sobbing, I could hear Matt. He immediately stood up from the table, stressed that pretty much everyone could see and hear what he had just done.

"What the fuck Matt. Piss off!" I heard my guardian angel, Lisa yell at him, and I could vision her slapping his cheek. Good on him. Then she rushed over to me, and told me to get up. I did, and she grabbed my purse while I covered my face.

I let Lisa lead me out of there, and somewhere less crowded. I looked up, luckily my thoughts had left Luke for a little while, making the tears stop falling down my cheeks.

We were in a restroom. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up again, and so I did. Being the best friend in the world, Lisa held my hair away from my face. I quickly finished, and went to look myself in the mirror. I looked like a piece of crap, to be completely honest.

"You look horrible. What is going on with you, Dre?" she asked me carefully while looking at me through the mirror.

Her worried eyes forced me to tell the story again, I figured. I had a deep breath before turning to look at her.

"Luke broke up with me last night," I said, jumping into it. I felt the tears press fearfully hard, but did everything to stop them.
"What? Why?" she exclaimed, stepping closer to me. I decided to not tell her any more of that. I couldn't take that, so I simply said:

"He cheated."

She now hugged me tightly, and that was just in time, because now my eyes were leaking salty water like never before. I believe I have never cried like that before, and it hurt like shit.

"What did Matt do?" she continued asking. I felt bad for him to be honest. He hadn't done anything that should make me cry, but today it did.

"He reminded me of Luke in the worst way ever" I hulked.

"He said 'wherever you are' in a sentence, and I've been a mess today, so that was all it took to break me, again," I explained. That song was my favourite song of 5 Seconds of Summer, Luke's band that he was now on tour with.

I loved that song, and I loved it when Luke sang it to me, only to excite me. He would sing it if I was sad, mostly. Shit. He'd do it at this moment if he was here.
I felt a sharp pain in my knees, and soon an even bigger one in my head. Lisa's grip around me was gone, and my hair covered my face, but I could not do anything about it.

Suddenly, I stopped crying. Now I could only see Luke smiling and holding my hand, right next to me. He just sat there, so I started to feel slightly worried.

"Luke? I asked, but he just started looking more and more distant. I continued saying his name, hoping he'd come back to me.

I reached out my hand, but I was held back. I fought harder, but couldn't move.

I started screaming. Something was holding me back, and I was terrified.