There's A Jock in My Bed! [✓]

22. Reality Bites: The Finale 1/2

                                                                There’s a Jock in My Bed!

                                                 Chapter 22: Reality Bites: The Finale 1/2

                     Song of the Chapter: No Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine (2011)  

 

 

“So, it’s over?” he spoke, his voice shaking tremendously. He bit his bottom lip

“I’m sorry.” I said again.

He chuckled through his tears and lowered his head, eyes meshing with the ground. “I guess I should have seen this one coming huh? God, I’m so stupid!”

I raised his chin so his eyes would correspond with mines. I smiled lightly and touched his cheek. “You’re not stupid. But, I’m not the right one for you.”

“God, look at me.” I murmured, dusting himself of off the dirt on his clothes. “I’m a damn wreck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He wiped his cheek. “You’re right, we were bound to fail. I guess I didn’t want to see it. But its reality and it bites.”

24 hours earlier…

 

 “The way I see it is that we all have some kind of fate. We’re all involved in some plan that destiny has set out for us. Unfortunately, most of us get lost and never truly fulfill them. It’s sad really.”

I sat, open toed in the sand, sitting next to the aqua water’s edge at the beach at night, when the starts shined high above in the sky, listening to sage words from a boy who had way too much experience for his age.

“You know K, you’re pretty wise. How did you get mixed up in a gang?”

He chuckled and overlooked the sea’s beauty. “I’m not as good as you seem to think.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Really? ‘Cuz you don’t seem like you could hurt a fly.”

He coughed with cartoonish animation and laughed a pitch higher than his actual voice. I made a face and wiggled my nose, “What’s so funny?”

He gradually stopped and looked over at me, “Nothing, it’ just…I’ve done things in the past that you would find reprehensible. I’ve hurt people, robbed others, gotten into fights…’

“But you don’t now, why?”

He looked reluctant to speak and smirked. “I can’t tell you.”

My face fell into a frown. “Why not?”

“Because it would take away the mystery factor I’ve got going on.”

I punched him lightly on his arm. “I’m serious. Can you at least tell me what the ‘K’ stands for?”

He smiled gently. “No.” he said with an outwardly blunt tone and stood to his feet.

I followed and walked beside along the lengthy and soft body of the sea as the waves crashed repeatedly at our feet. “Can you give me anything about you?”

“Do you like ice-cream?” he asked.

“You’re not answering my question.”

“So stop asking them.”