We fought for almost a year before, I feel we actually buried the feud and became best friends - Reese and I.
Jackson Murphy was his name, he was six foot with a hell of a head of hair. He played, still plays, lacrosse and loved (still loves) women. It wasn't a fair fight, though Reese is impeccably gorgeous even as a freshman which wasn't fair. She was one of those 14 year olds who skipped the awkward stage and went straight into the badass stage.
Thick eyelashes and straight teeth.
Nice ass and tiny waist.
Big eyes, but a confused heart.I cried in my room for days before I told Jo what happened between Jackson and I, "he slept with me...and now he won't call me back."
This was the first time I ever saw a genuine connection between Jo and I. Her brown eyes were big when she looked down at me from under her bangs.
"He told me I could trust him."
"Sydney," she pushed my brown hair that was silky straight out of my face, "that's where you made a big mistake, trust doesn't come easy for people like us you don't rely on a guy for anything that quick...or you'll lose everything." Her soft voice had become very stern, she cut her eyes at me but even with her seriousness was softness. Jo, for the first time since I started high school, before she became the 'Hell Queen of Homewood' understood what it was like to be a girl like me. Far from average, but always mistaken as a fool, and I loved her for that. For once, Jo was empathetic.
In so many ways Jo and I were alike, we spoke the same, smiled the same, had the same head of hair, the same perfect teeth and laugh. Unlike her, though, I would never leave my family. Even though since Jo left mom has been a little unattached I still love her. I'll always love her. She my mom, the one I love the most. We speak from afar nowadays, she'd yell from downstairs while I lied in bed - that's she'll be home late of course. Our conversations consisted of two statements - "I'll be home late." and "love you!".I still love her.
She's my mother, I'll always love her.
Nevertheless, Reese and I were these careless, overgrown children who couldn't figure out if this boy was something special or in just another child in a male vessel . His smile was bright that's for sure, but so was ours. So we're many other good looking teens. Pearly white teeth and sun kissed skin, we were happy. The ones who reside in Homewood.
Word got out about Jackson and I hooking up to Reese and she immediately comforted me for the ass he is. "Pretty girls don't need sorry boys like him." She said, walking towards my car when the lunch bell ranged.
"What can you do." I shrugged.
We stood under the sun for minutes examining each other - face, outfit, shoes, makeup, everything.
"I made a mistake," I spoke, breaking the silence. "That won't happen again."
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I stood at the edge of the bridge, as the wind blew heavily through the naked tree limbs, that led back into the real world, out of Homewood back into Florida. It was riveting to see the lines up close, in my mind they seemed so blurred. Each one bleeding into the other making everything obscured. I could do it I thought, cross over to the other side and never look back keep walking until I disappeared into the darkness over there.
The cars, honking one after the other as they passed the girl who stood beside that bridge - faithfully, never wavering at the traffic, realizing that she had to stay, I turned and walked the path that led back to my front door step. I never even realize how massive the house was, how stand off-ish the dark brown bricks were until a bright light challenged it -it was pink and I cried.
I made my choice, I decided to cross a line, not sure if it was the right one at the time, but it was my choice this is what I choose and I knew no matter what I decided, if I chose the bunny, the lonely nights in Homewood, the cute boys, my best friend, my sister, my mom, me. If I chose to stay here I'd lose something, just like if I chose to go and risk losing myself.
How ironic, though, this day would soon sentence me to death.
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