Life Bites

Life Bites (chapter 3)

Chapter 3

******************* 3 months later *********************

I sat on my bed staring blankly at the empty picture frame on my wall. It used to hold a picture of me and Jeremy, but ever since he died, there's been this hole in my heart that starts aching even at the thought of his name. A picture hurt even worse. It was like a thousand knives slamming into my chest over and over again.

I also blame myself for his death. If I wouldn't have told him to help me, then he would still be alive. If I wouldn't have met Jeremy at all, he would probably be off somewhere with his girlfriend and I would have been the dead one right now. That would be easier on me.

My doorbell chimed all over the house and I heard mom run from the third floor all the way downstairs. I didn't listen any longer though because I really didn't care... about anything. Slowly, I lifted myself off of my bed and grabbed my backpack that was hanging over my computer chair. I slung it over my shoulder and silently walked down the stairs past my mother and father. "Bye Mom, bye Dad." I said sadly. Dad looked up from his steamy caramel coffee and waved. Mom did the same.

Outside I took a deep breath, which smelled like rain on a nice spring day considering it had been dry for three weeks. I dragged my feet the whole way to school while looking down. Talking to someone right now really wouldn't help my sadness. I was broken, hurt, and a tad bit pissed off.

The night that it happened, I thought that I was dreaming and at anytime I could just wake up and call Jeremy to come over. Of course that wasn't how it was. It was real, and Jeremy was really gone forever.

I could feel tears dripping down my cheeks, so I quickly brushed them away. What would everyone think of me if they saw me cry? Nobody knew that Jeremy had died. Everyone believed that he had moved away and changed his number because that's what the police were making me say to keep this case quiet. Why did I have to keep this huge secret and have to lie about why I cry during class? That was bad enough.

Sadly I looked up. There were teens everywhere about my age walking into a huge building known as W.O.A.H (West Orcan Andriana High). I pulled my skirt up a little bit and pulled out my make-up mirror to look at the dark bruises under my eyes. They were darker than last night.

"Whoa, you look like crap Jaimie."

I turned around to find a girl I knew from my Chem. class named Emily. She had brown curly hair that went down the middle of her back and a sort of lumpy face. Let's just say she wasn't the prettiest thing around, or the nicest.

"Thanks... I think" I mumbled. Emily laughed and flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder. "It was supposed to mean what's wrong, Jaimie. Seriously you need to stop taking things so seriously."

She started to say more but I turned around and started walking towards W.O.A.H. If she was upset that I didn't want to listen to her babble about how terrible I looked, then she could bite me. I really didn't need her crap right now.

I looked up towards the school and stopped dead in my tracks. Out in front of the double doors that led into school was a boy with long, but not too long, hair, clothes that fitted his hot body perfectly, and a pair of DC shoes. "Jeremy?" I ran up the steps and into his arms. "Oh my gosh, I thought you were dead! I'm so happy-"

I looked up to a surprised guy. "You're not Jeremy." I said. He chuckled and stepped back a step. "Yeah I kind of know that. Who is Jeremy?" He looked at me with a smile on his face but questioning in his eyes. Blushing a deep scarlet and mumbling my sorries, I turned away.

The guy grabbed my wrist and turned me back towards him. "I didn't get a chance to introduce myself, I'm Chase Lunge. You didn't introduce yourself either. You just threw yourself into my arms like I was a long lost boyfriend or something." Pain shot threw my heart. The reason I did that was because he looked a lot like Jeremy. My eyes started swelling up with tears before I could do anything about it. Chase looked at me with concerned eyes and I turned away.