May had made her way to the couch, sitting down with her head hung low. It was obvious that she was ashamed.
I shut the door than starred at her as I sighed and carried my attention to Mittens who stretched her way out of my room.
It was basically silence now, May had refused to say anything or even admit to her wrong and I...well, I didn't really feel like having her company at the moment.
If it's anything that I hate more, it's liars. And May, was a pathological liar.
But she was still my best friend. At least she thought she was.
I turned my attention towards her and firmly said "you can leave if you don't feel confortable, I don't really care anymore. "
"J-Jasper I'm sorry...." She managed to say as tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks like a waterfall.
"You only have yourself to blame" I responded as I looked forward. I did in fact feel bad but I didn't do anything so I have no reason too.
Yeah she is my best friend, but she's also untrustworthy. I've given her many chances. To many chances.
"But Jasper I pr-" "save it May, your only lying to me and yourself" I interrupted.
She had finally gave in or took a hint because she stood up and left immediately. Without any word or goodbye.
That's just one more problem to add to my list I thought and rolled my eyes as I went to my room and crawled in bed.
I turned the lights off and drifted off to sleep.
***
That morning I was making myself some pancakes and sausage. Thank God it's Saturday I thought as I poured myself a glass of milk.
My mind wasn't really thinking about last night or May. I was really just thinking about him.
Not in a creepy or an affectionate way. Just in a concerned way.
I had thought about what he said for the rest of the night, it tackled my mind and wouldn't stop until I had a theory or at least some what of an understanding.
I made my way to the dining table and set my plate down and drink as I plopped down on my chair.
I picked my phone up only to expect messages from May but that wasn't the case.
He had texted me. How the hell did he even get my number in the first place?!? I questioned as I opened the message.
Hello J, come to the lights and you'll be in for a fright. Hope you make it.
Why did I feel my cheeks burn? I felt my heart race slightly but why?
I didn't have any feelings for him except confusement.
What did he mean this time? This must be a riddle. I reread the text a bunch of times hoping for a understanding.
Lights.....fright.....the carnival? A smile had crept on my face as I achieved on unlocking his riddle. That had to be what he ment, the carnival was open today anyways.
I searched the carnival up on phone and read all the description of it.
Kindeys Carnival
Open from 8:00 to midnight.
Special show with Ducky the clown.
You'll have a blast!
Enjoy taking pictures, rides, and games!
Tickets cost $10 per person.Well, as intrigued as I was. I still had no one to go with. And I wasn't going with May after what had happened.
Plus, I still have that essay that I'm sure that I'm not going to finish now.
As I thought about going or not; I had made my decision. I was going to go.
Even if I was positive that May and her 'boyfriend' would be there. But he would be there also.
Another thing had crossed my mind as I finished eating and placed my plate in the sink. What is his name even?
I never found out his name. I need to find it out, one way or another. Hopefully later tonight I'll find it out.
***
Later that night, I was dressed up in my casual proper 'carnival themed' clothes and had already bought my ticket.
I wondered around the carnival like a lost puppy as my eyes shifted back and forth from people's faces and the rides.
Screaming and laughter surrounded me as I kept walking in hope of seeing him.
What I ended up seeing, was a group of ass holes and a bitch. There they are, May and her boyfriend and his gang I thought as I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to him.
But there he was. Leaning against the wall of a food giveaway. I began making my way towards him as I gritted my teeth.
I could hear May talking about me to him, complaining about last night and the way I behaved.
I kept my eyes on him but my mind on them. They made me so angry and disguised that it made me have second thoughts about May.
She was never my friend, she used and played me for a fool.
I shook my head to try to clear my thought then bumped into him. My nose slammed into his chest and I rubbed my nose.
My eyes quickly met his as I backed up nervously and blushed. "I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going..." i mumbled looking guilty at him.
He starred at me then shrugged, "your fine J."
That was it, my mind had exploded, and my cheeks burned more. That was the first normal thing he's said.
"May I ask...what's your name?" My eyes didn't leave his as if they were to, I would end up checking him out.
I don't have feelings ok....I don't have feelings at all... I told myself.
His lips curled into a gentle smile; just by glancing at his lips, my heart raced faster.
"My name is Alix" he responded back. My mouth had dropped to the floor open. No shit flying sticks, that's his fucking name!??!
"Oh.. cool" I bit my inner lip to keep from asking any other questions but I couldn't help myself. "Alix...why do you ask me those weird riddle and why did you want me to come here?"
His eyes had changed, they felt oddly warmer as they starred into mine then trailed off to look at other people.
"Because I do and I did" he replied with as he took my hand and pulled me into the crowd with him.
I gripped his hand as my eyes were on him, shoving our way past people then finally getting out of the crowd.
His hand gripping mine back, as he continued on dragging me to somewhere.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I raised my eyebrow. "A place away from them" he firmly had replied back as he dropped my hand and looked at me.
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L' amour (English)
Teen FictionI'm just a senior boy in highschool, I'd like to think of myself as an 'Outcast', having some what of a normal teenage life except... My life is constantly erupted with the nonsense that comes out of his mouth, he comes up to me and speaks in poems...