- quick A/N before I start the story. I changed Kayde and Danny's perspective or the way they talk. In each perspective, they now act like they're talking to each other. If it doesn't make sense, you'll find out later on what I mean xx -
Kayde O. Morgans
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When I shook your hand, I could feel beads of sweat clinging on to your skin. I caught a whiff of your cologne. It didn't smell like a rich, fancy, upstate cologne. It didn't even smell like cologne. It smelled like pineapples. I liked it.
"Sorry again. For running into you." I muttered as I made my way out of the room.
"Wait!" You cried.
My heart leapt. For what reason, I don't know. But just the sound of you calling for me. Needing me, even in the smallest tiniest way possible-
"You left your gum. " You interrupted my hopeful thoughts.
I felt my shoulders sag down. "Thanks. Um. Keep it." I jogged out of the room, hands shoved into my pockets.
When I arrived home, I saw my dad, sprawled across the couch, asleep. There was food littering the coffe table, a nacho dangling out his mouth. "Dad. I'm home." I whispered to him. I gently prodded his shoulder with the tips of my fingers. He twitched. I did it again, and he groaned. One more prod. He coughed up his nacho and glared at me, angry that I woke him up.
"I'll be up in my room."
"Mm." He grunted.
I dragged myself up the stairs and collapsed onto my bed. Today wasn't so bad. The nurse let me skip the rest of school due to my minor head concussion before the jocks found me. But it didn't stop there. My day wasn't officially over yet. Bleeeeeeeeep. Bleeeeeep. My laptop moaned. "GAHHHHH." I yelled in frustration. I faced the screen.
@DFM120 wants to Skype
What the..Click. Without thinking, my fingers wiggled the mouse and clicked on the 'answer' button. Your face popped on the screen. "D-Danny?"
The other line crackled. "You're not Priscilla..." You said cautiously. My ears pricked when you said her name.
"Why would you Skype Priscilla?" I snapped. Oops.. that sounded harsh. I quickly tried to erase my mistake. "I mean like..why are you-"
You cut me off. "What up with the attitude? What's wrong with me Skyping her?"
"I didn't mean that."
"Whatever." You shifted your position and leaned forward to end the call.
"Hey, um."
You stopped, your fingers inches from the mouse. "What?"
"I thought that maybe.." Why was I doing this? "Maybe..we could talk. You could help me study for my social studies test!" I suggested.
"Um ok?" And we Skyped. For about three hours, not once mentioning the social studies test. We pretty much talked about everything but the test. Cars, pillows, family backgrounds. I almost choked on my own spit when you started talking about Priscilla. "She let me take a spin in her convertible. Nothing like it! Wind your hair, sun in your-"
"Wait. Priscilla? You're friends with.. with her?"
"Yes..?" You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
A large knot twisted inside my stomach and my neck bulged as a giant lump settled in my throat. How could you think there was nothing wrong with that bratty little thing? "What?!' I spat. "Danny, you don't know what she did, what she does. " I sputtered. "I cut because of that bitch!"
I slammed my laptop shut and grabbed a knife from under the bed, it's blades twinkling under the bedroom lights. Slash.
Danny F. Morgans
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I stared at the monitor screen. Thoughts whizzing inside my mind, getting jumbled up together. I like Priscilla because she's nice. I hate Kayde now because he insulted my bestfriend.
I like Kayde because he insulted my best friend.
I shook my head and told myself I was overreacting. I barely knew you and I was freaking out over a silly Skype call. We weren't even supposed to talk about anything other than that social studies test. I was actually starting to like you before you said that about my best friend. I felt sorry for you because I knew you were being bullied. And you were a pretty cool guy. Maybe not the straightest guy. But you were cool. My eyes swiveled back to my laptop. I Skyped Priscilla. She answered after the third ring.
"Hey!" She said, her eyes gleaming. She was in her room. I could see all her favorite punk-rock band posters plastered on her walls. Her Mac was on her bed, buzzing with notifications. It sounded like a swarm of bees were in her room.
"Sup."
"Hang on just one second." She scurried out of her room. I was left there, looking around. I squinted my eyes and tried to see what she was doing on her laptop. She was on some kind of message board. Messaging...
I squinted my eyes harder.
You.
My eyes widened as they saw ugly, mean words on the screen. They were all probably being said by you. I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath, "Just leave her alone."
Priscilla skipped back into the room and a thought struck me. "Cilla, didn't you say you had some sort of family dinner you couldn't miss?"
Her eyes widened and her skin grew pale. "Oh! Haha. That. Yea, actually like..." Her eyes darted around the room. She pretended to hear someone calling her. "Coming Mom!!!" Priscilla yelled. "Listen Dan, I gotta go. My mom's calling me. Bye!" She waved and the screen went black, leaving me confused.
Kayde O. Matthews
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Did you even know? Did you know what horrible things Priscilla has done to me? All the taunting and screeches of laughter? All the pointing and rumors? The accusation of being gay.
My mind thought back to earlier today. When my heart sped up after seeing that you called for me. Even if it was to tell me I had left my gum. I couldn't forget the way butterflies fluttered in my stomach when you were around. Priscilla might be right. Maybe I was gay. I looked at my wrist. It was drooling blood. I whirled around to face my laptop and Skyped you. After five, long rings, I snapped my laptop shut again. I tiptoed down to the kitchen and glanced at the collection of knives on the counter. Their reflections gleamed welcomingly at me. I had an idea.
I scribbled down a quick goodbye note to my dad and to you.
I grabbed the bundle of knives and locked myself in my room. I stuffed a towel in my mouth, hoping it would muffle my screams. No luck there. I'm almost positive that people in China heard my bloodcurdling shriek.
A/N ; NEXT UPDATE TUESDAY AFTERNOON THANKS xx
