"Don't do it, Spencer!" I yell over the phone. Silence. I hear a door slam and heavy breathing. "You can't stop me Brendon," he says, breathing heavily still. I sob through the phone. He couldn't do this to me. Spencer had been with me for years, and yet my parents take me all the way to Florida to visit friends, leaving Spencer alone. How could they leave a 17 year-old suicidal teenager at home? His parents are in Canada. Sure, suicide happens all the time but your own friend doing that? No. Heartbreaking. My throat was sore from crying for two hours straight. I'm inside a hotel room bathroom while my parents are out partying. Spencer begins to sob after some silence. "Brendon, all I've ever wanted- was-was to be wanted," he sobs, and I hear the noise of a gun being loaded. "Brendon- I've loved you for 2 years, and you haven't even noticed!" He yelled. At that moment, I was shocked. Everything in my life has changed. Spencer Smith- my best friend was gay. How did I not know? "Spencer, you never even told me!" I said, still sobbing. "Doesn't matter...goodbye, Brendon," he said, and a little breath was heard followed by a gunshot. I screamed inside that bathroom, although my voice was so small. I sobbed for the rest of the night, and when my parents came back, I told them. Everything. How Spencer was gay, how he was wanted to die, the whole bit. Later I got a call from his parents, and they told me that he was not dead, only trying to scare me.
From then on, I've never talked to Spencer Smith or his family.
*POV change*
"Jessica, it's been almost 5 hours- are you ready yet?" My dad called from the hallways. I sighed and smiled at myself in the mirror, but quickly it changed to a frown as tons of anxiety swept over me, probabilities from this night showing up in my head. I open the door and my dad smiles at me, and realizes I'm frowning. "Honey, what's wrong?" He asks, frowning also. "Dad- what if something happens, what if they bully me?" I ask, shaking nervously. "You're fine, your mother will be watching over you," my dad said, and smiled. I returned the smile. This was my first day at Yotel High School. I'm scared as hell, but that doesn't stop me. 17 year old's shouldn't be scared of stupid things. I inch my way to my loaded backpack; and then head out the door. We live next to the high school, so once I arrived I dropped off my things in my locker after getting registered and went to the small mini-mart across the school. Business there seems good- I mean when you set up a shop filled with candy and drinks, who could resist? I get a coffee, and head back to see several high school boys outside. One of them whistles. I smile to be nice, honestly I'm flattered. But then the boy strolls up to me, and I realize I made a mistake. "Hey, my name's Sam," he says in a deep voice. I mumble a quick greeting and run off. He smiles as I run away, most likely enjoying the "view". I go to my locker, when suddenly something pins me to the locker door. "Hey, Jessica," a girl's voice says. She turns me around, and I see a very pretty girl facing me. She slaps me. "Don't flirt with Sam, or that slap will be going backwards," she says, and I furrow my brows. She slaps me again, and smiles, clearly satisfied. What the heck just happened? I adjust my shirt and watch as more students fill into the school. All the while, I'm thinking of who to make friends with. Nobody so far. How am I going to survive?
Italics are meant on purpose. Hope you enjoy this book so far and in the next chapter Brendon meets Spencer again.
