All The Things We Didn't Say Out Loud

Chapter 1 MILO

Milo
Some say that one moment will define your whole life. That one day you'll wake up and everything will fall into to place like the the pieces of a newly found puzzle. You'll know exactly who your supposed to be, what your supposed to do, but that's never been the way I saw it.
To me, everyday was a chance to make your own destiny. That everyday you had to fight to become who you really are supposed to be. And as I walked down the creaking steps of the trashed trailer that I lived in, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about today. But I had little time to dwell on it because I heard the squealing breaks of the school bus close by. I squinted looking down the hill trying to decide how much time it would take to get here, and whether it was worth the 10 minutes of torture to have the heat of the bus before school.
Finally, after a long internal debate on the effects the cold could have on my entire day, I decided to just rough it and walk the 15 minutes to the rather drab building that look innocent enough but held hell inside its walls with Devils and demons to help.
The conversation in my head held my attention long enough to make it up the first step of the entrance when I heard my name being called.
The honey rich voice of my best friend fill my head bringing an instant smile to my face. "Milo why do you insist to walk to school when you know I'll pick you up?" Easton Harper exclaimed with an exasperated eye roll.
"You know why mister hot shot. I don't want people getting the wrong idea, plus it's out of your way. No reason to waste more gas than needed." I replied with the the same counter-arguments I always came up with.
He rolled his eyes again before pinning me with a glare. "Whatever, let's just get to class."
I shoved him acting like we were joking, but he was worrying me. I was the grouchy one in the mornings, he was the one that joked around. Maybe, something was wrong.
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It was only second period and I was done. Done with this day, done with the stupid teachers, and done with Easton. All day he had been acting strange, very strange. Like, after we got inside he got quiet, and didn't say a word except for 'bye'.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I flung my bag onto the floor, before flopping into the desk, somewhat ready for AP Biology. Then, Mr. Andrews, my favorite teacher walked in.
"Today class we will be learning about the structure of the frog that you will be dissecting on Friday." A chorus of 'Ews' and 'Grosses' filled the small room. I smiled as I watched Vanessa Brooks, a preppy girls with a personality as fake as her boobs, turn six shades of green before rushing out of the classroom.
"Don't get a head of yourselves, I still need a signed permission slip from every parent." And with that Mr. Andrews began his lesson on the internal structure of frogs.
Minutes later, I had already doodled every possible image my brain could think of. I was sitting there boredly, listening to nothing in particular when my phone buzzed.
Easton: Hey. I am leaving early. Don't wait.
What the hell?!? Easton's text brought back my earlier bad feeling.
Milo: What do u mean? You ok?
I sat there impatiently staring at the little bubbles on the screen that showed he was texting back.
Easton: Geez I'm fine. Hanging out with some boys from the team. Quit being so clingy.
This did not sound like Easton at all, plus tonight was Waffle Wednesday and we couldn't miss that, he wouldn't.
Milo: Its Wednesday. Did u forget?
What was going on, he had acted mostly fine this morning. I had just played that off to having a bad morning, but maybe something had happened.
Easton: I'm not an idiot Milo, I kno its Wed, I'm missing it. There a party.
My eyes scanned the text over and over. How could he? We had been doing Waffle Wednesday's since we were 12, and now 6 years later he wants to miss one?
"Miss. Paige, did you need something?" Mr. Andrews tapped my desk. It was then when I looked up and realized the classroom was empty.
"No, no. I'm sorry, I just had some stuff going on."  I said as I hurriedly grabbed my stuff.
"Are you sure you're okay? You looked really out of it."
"Nah, I'm fine Mr. Andrews." I sighed.
"Just have tons on my mind. I'm good, I promise." I called as I was heading out the door.
I rushed down the hall plowing anyone in my way. "Coming through!!" I screamed for the 70th time. Finally, after shoving the last person, I was at my locker door.
Hours later, after a very boring day, mostly spent wondering if Easton was actually, for the first time ever, going to miss our waffle night. It was finally time to head home.
After walking into the parking lot and realizing I had missed the bus again, I yanked my back pack higher and trudged back home. Half way there, while walking through the "ritzy" neighborhood, I heard a loud music coming from Jackson Crawford's house.
Jackson Crawford was a typical high school douche bag. He was the starting third basemen for the schools' baseball team, and with his pretty eyes, lean body, and egotistical confidence, all the girls and even some guys, flocked to him like helpless bugs into a zapper. All being sucked into his charming ways, only to be spit out after he used them to his pleasure.
Curious as to why Metallica was being blasted on the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, I walked the extra 20 feet so that I could see his drive way. I was amazed.
Cars lined the drive way and teenagers milled around the yard.
A party? I thought. On a  Wednesday at 4:30?!?
It was then I saw it. Something that had my heart breaking and lungs collapsing.
There stood my best friend. Ditching me to attend some party, with his arm wrapped around some bubble headed, big-boobed blond, with fewer brain cells than a rock. He was laughing and carrying on with a group of jocks from the football team. Acting like he hadn't just chosen them over his supposed best friend.
Slumping my shoulders, and realizing I had to go home and deal with them right now, I almost screamed. I think my heart broke a little more with each step I took.

Hey hey hey,
So I have never written a story before, so I'm winging it. Hope you like it!
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