The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door

six

Why must Monday's be so terrible. I mean, I usually don't care. Monday's are always just another day to me. But today I feel....depressed. I don't know what it is. I mean I do. I just wish it wasn't.

After Jc left Saturday, I finally decided to open the letter. My dad actually apologized. He apologized. Like that would fix anything.

I've been crying all weekend. I don't know why but Every time he tries to get in contact with me, it just breaks me. And it didn't help that my mom found the letter. She completely blew up.

"Ryan Rivera! Get down here right now!" I heard my mom scream. She got home about twenty minutes ago, and this is the first thing she has said to me.

I put my phone down and slowly crept downstairs. When I reach the bottom, my arm is pulled.

"Ow. Let go!" I scream at my mother. She ignores me and drags me into the kitchen. She finally lets go and grabs a piece of paper off of the counter top.

My hearts drops when I see what it is.

"What is this? Your talking to him now?!?" She screams slamming the paper back down on the counter. I shake my head.

"N-no" I stutter. She glares at my for a minute before her eyes get glossy.

"I can't believe you. Your communicating with him. After everything he's done to us. To them." She shakes her head and sits in the chair at the breakfast table.

"I'm not! That's the first letter and I didn't answer!" I lie. I didn't answer, but that's not the first letter.

The slap rung through my ears as my hand instantly cupped my cheek.

She just hit me. My mother just freaking hit me.

"Dont you dare lie to me! I read it. It said that you wouldn't answer his other ones. I can't believe you, you betrayed me. Them. Everyone who was involved. You should ashamed."

After that I just locked myself in my room. When I came out later that night, there was a note saying she'd be gone for a while because she couldn't even look at me.

-

I walk down the hallway towards my locker. People keep on looking at me then whispering. I mean, I would to. I look terrible. I just rolled out of bed and threw on some clothes. I don't even care though. What's the point to dress up for a bunch of people who barley even know you exist.

I reach my locker and throw my bag in it. I start grabbing a few things out.

I felt a presence behind me, but ignore it. "Hey sweetheart." A voice whispers in my ear sending shivers down my spine. I spin around and come face to face with Brandon. I put on a fake smile.

"Hi" I croak out. He studies me for a minute. So many emotions flashing through his eyes.

Next thing I know, he is crushing me in a hug. I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him.

"What was that for?" I asked when we let go. He shrugged. "You looked like you needed a hug." He says. I smile but then remember everything that's happened.

"You have no idea." I mumble.
The bell rung for fist period. I looked up at Brandon. "I'll see ya later." I say before walking off.

"Bye sweetheart!" I hear him yell from behind me. I smile and shake my head. That kid, I swear.

-

I've been avoiding the guys all day. Kyle texting me a couple times saying he was lonely in detention. Mark tries to catch me in the hall but I ran off. Brandon wanted me to sit with them at lunch but i said I had to go to the library. Jc, he hasn't really said anything to me. He just keeps staring at me when he thinks I'm not looking. But ive seen him, all day.

The bell rang telling us that school was over. I went to my locker and threw my stuff in there.

"Ryan!" I hear from down the hall. I froze. Please don't talk to me. I really don't want to talk to anyone.

I shut my locker to see him jogging towards me. When he reaches me, he leans up against the locker. He catches his breathe. He sounds like hes been running. Well, he probably has.

"Hi Mark." I say with a small smile. He doesn't say anything for a minute.

"Hey. I've been trying to talk to you all day." He says still panting a little. I feel so bad for ignoring him. Even though they said they liked me as a friend, I still understand why they would want to talk to me.

"You were?" I say deciding to play dumb. He gives me a look.

"You heard me calling you in the halls. You turned around and looked at me before running away." He says. He searches my face before looking at me right in the eyes.

I look down. "Did I do something?" He asks. I instantly look at him and start shaking my head.

"No. No you didn't. I just-" I run my fingers through my hair. What do I say? I can't tell him I barley know the guy. Not that he'll care any way.

"Its not you, I swear." I say. "I have to go." I say.

I hear him say something, but I run off. Knowing I missed the bus, I start walking home.

I scream when I feel someone's arms wrap around me from behind.

"Chill shortcake, it's just me." Jc says.

"Oh Sorry." I say quietly feeling embarrassed that I freaked out like that.

We walk in silence for a minute. It was hard because he had his arms wrapped around me with his chin resting on the top of my head. It was comforting.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jc asks quietly.

"Talk about what?" I ask confused.

"Dont play dumb with me shortcake. I know you better than you think. There's something wrong." He says the last part in a soft voice that made my heart flutter.

"You don't know me at all." I snap. I push him off of me. Hurt flashed through his eyes and I instantly regret what i said. Even though it was true, I shouldn't have said it like that.

We walk side by side in silence until we reached our houses. I was about to walk towards my house but he grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him.

He looked at me before speaking. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. He still cares enough to ask. I just was rude to him, and he still wants to know if I'm okay.

I nod my head giving him a small smile before turning and walking into my house.