To The End

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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Dream [dreem] (n);

  1. A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep: "I had a dream last night".

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By the time I had looked down from the sign Sam was gone and out of sight. I cursed inwardly and looked around frantically. It wasn’t really a surprise he was gone, I could lose boys just as easily as I could lose bobby pins, but I must've looked like a little kid who just realized that their mum was no longer at their side in the supermarket- don't judge me unless you can tell me honestly that that has never happened to you!

All around me people were rushing in and out of the theatre. Running, skating, jogging and what looked like the a team of football players throwing around a football. Did I just fall into one of those stereotypical movies? It looked like I was in one of those cliché movies, I certainly felt like I was.

After running my hand through the top of my head to the tips of my hair, (it looked casual enough but it was a little habit of mine I tended to do when I was stressed) I sighed and decided on entering the place. If I didn't make it clear before, making friends was not my thing so the conclusion to what was about to be my awkward conversing was not something I could hypothesize. 

"Hey there beautiful." I stopped walking and bit my lip- everything seemed to go quiet.

A blonde haired boy with beautiful brown eyes looked directly at me, or, well, it looked like he was looking at me. Swiftly, if not awkwardly, I peered behind me to find that no one was there. He was looking me, me! My face heated up to an extreme level when I turned to look back at blonde hair, brown eyes because he had taken a huge step towards me so that he was now an inch or two away from me. I could feel his body heat against me and the bitter smell of smoke mixed with deodorant lingered about him. He was attractive but there was something about his crooked smile and the sparkle in his eyes that made me want Sam by my side again. 

"Yeah I was talking to you babe, what's your name?"

I didn't even slightly want to tell him my name and frankly, I’ve never wanted Drew to be here with me right now so much in my life. His cigar scented breath cascaded down onto my face; he was much taller than me and had to tilt his head down to meet my eyes.

"Something troubling your thoughts?" It was almost sincere the way he said that, but I still received bad vibes from him and with him being this close to me I was very uncomfortable. I looked around for Drew, or Sam or even Lori but most people were gone and inside the theatre. Oh dear God, what if they jump me? What if this was my time to shine in a cliché story- oh God no! NOT the alley way scene!

If I wanted to get away I guess I’d have to act now- “Oh where you going girl? I want to get to know you; don’t you want to get to know me? Or do you want to skip right to the-“ I yanked my wrist away from his grip and off snapped my bracelet. It collided with the ground dramatically slow and the sounds of the beads bouncing reminded me of a loose faucet in a bathroom. The bracelet had been the friendship bracelet my best friend in the 2nd grade had given me. It was stupid, old, and tattered but it meant something to me, as stupid as that sounds.

“Douche!” I snapped without properly thinking. That’s the thing with me. I tend to say things I don’t necessarily mean when I’m angry, frustrated and stressed though in this case I guess I did mean it. His friends in their varsity jerseys (did they think that made them look cool?) laughed at him and I took that chance to get inside and somewhere where I felt less… nervous.