I am on my way to success even if it would mean lying to everyone I love. At least I thought I would be. That is until the night of the party, when I met him. I only had a crack here and there but he completely broke me. Everyone broke me. I want to...
Without giving Nick or James a second glance i head to my room. I change into the first outfit I could find Which ended up to be a long pink skirt, a white tank top and some sandals. I throw my hair up into a messy ponytail and start shoving outfits into my black and white bag
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I rush out the front door not listening to Nick of James. I have no idea where I'm going I just know that I'm leaving. After an hour of walk to the other side of town I reach Angela's house. I knock on the door and within seconds she answers.
"Hey what's wrong?" She asks when she sees my tear stained face. "I told Nick about Luke and I and basically it all sums up to him believing the rumors spread about me." I start to cry as she takes me into her arms. "What?" her voice is soft and full of sympathy.
"I asked him why he didn't want me to be with Luke and he said that he didn't want me to be sixteen and pregnant." I choke out as we walk through her house to her room.
"Well how about you go take a warm shower, while I prepare us a small snack and we can continue talking a bit later?" I nod and head to her bathroom. I turn the heat up as I possibly can and feel my muscles relax. I get out of the bathroom in my previous outfit I wore before I came to Ange and head to her room.
We spent the entire night talking about everything.
Next Day
"Chloe!" I hear James Shout from behind me. My phone is full of missed calls, voice mails and text messages from Nicholas.
"What is it?" I spit as I spin around. "I just wanted to know if you're okay."
"What do you think James?" I raise an eyebrow at him while he looks at his shoes, which has become very interesting. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to class." I turn and walk ahead again.
"I realize you have got go, but before you do. . ." He hesitates. "You should know that Nick is leaving to join the navy." I stop in my tracks causing people to bump into me and cuss at me. "Which navy?" I keep my gaze locked and cold, my tone serious and harsh. I need to pretend like my brother leaving me is not tearing me apart. He has always been there for me and if this is going to make him happy. . . Who am I to stand in his way. "I don't know. Definitely not the South African Navy. That's for sure." probably the British. "Well tell him I wish him good luck. And that. . ." The painful lump rises to my throat, indicating tears. "That I love him." And with that I enter the school gates.
