Forget, Change, Pretend

Chapter 2

“I hate this! How dare he?!” I yell, as I throw my phone against the wall. Groaning, I heard the clatter of my phone break apart as it made contact with the ground. I can’t believe I actually canceled my plans for him. During the time he was gone I actually made friends, you know? I mean does he think that he’s the only person for me. I don’t think so. Ok, so maybe I only made one friend. Technically, she came up to me and we aren’t really-

You know what? That’s beside the point. The point is that I am going to kill that boy when I see him. I looked around at my room. It was my only safe haven. Well, besides being with Jordan, but you saw how that turned out. It’s surprising to think that could change. Oh well. It’s not like I care. Anyway, back to the room. It’s a mixture of dark blue and black on the walls which I would have made totally black if not for my parents. Well, they’re parents, so whatcha gonna do? My bed was a queen size with a black and white circle pattern on the covers. Next to my bed is a Maplewood night stand with two drawers that has a lamp, alarm, and some scattered trash that I haven’t bothered to throw away on top of it. At the far end of my room, opposite side of my door, is my desk. It was littered with papers, piles of writing utensils, a mountain of junk food, and one drawer that seemed to pop out. It had a sliver lock, and I knew exactly what was in there. It consisted of everything that had to do with Jordan and I. On top of all that I had a journal. Yes, believe it or not I have a journal. I shook my head. Now is not the time to be going down memory lane. Turning I looked at my closet. Instead of what any normal person would have for a closet I had the complete opposite. Things didn’t have their own place. You could easily get lost in there, considering it was a walk-in closet. Nothing seemed right and sometimes there was something a little eerie about it. There was no light and it looked like if you got too close you would get sucked in a black hole. Yep, scary? Nope, not at all. That’s just the way I like it. Last but not least, there’s the balcony. Besides, the door of course, but do I really need to mention that? It’s common sense. I mean how would I get in and out of the room. Jump off my balcony? Well, I do that, but I don’t do it all the time. If you must know though, it’s right next to my closet.

So, the balcony is the place where I can escape everything and the place where me and Jor-. I cleared my throat and glared at the empty space. I mean where I look at the stars and talk to MYSELF. ALONE. WITH ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. Just thought I’d clarify. Anyway, there’s a telescope out there and two black butterfly chairs. I glanced away from the balcony and I saw the one thing that made me burst into tears. I couldn’t help it. Lying right at the foot of my bed was an acoustic guitar. It was pretty average, you know, the light brown color. I’m such a wimp I thought as I tried to stop the flow of water from my eyes. To no avail I might add. So, I let it. Let them fall down my face as I got the salty taste in my mouth as I started to sob.

As you can guess, this has to do with Jordan. He may have been a nerd, but if you actually knew him you wouldn’t think so. Sure, he has –I mean had- the appearance, with the big round glasses, suspenders, plaid shirts, and stuff like that, but I found out things that people would never guess about him. That was the advantage of having him as a best friend. Well, one of them. One of these shocking things I found out was that he played the guitar. In fact, he was the one that taught me, the one that willed me not to give up.

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I groaned as I looked at the clock again. He was suppose to be here like 3 hours ago. What the hell was he doing? Giving birth wouldn’t take this long…well, it might but it’s not like a guy would ever need to do that so that’s impossible. I heard my door being thrown open with a panting Jordan walking into my room, collapsing on the floor. I laughed as he gave me a glare, but then an apologetic smile.

                “Sorry, my dad wanted me to meet his new girlfriend so I took a while.” He said, looking down. I knew how he was with his mom being dead. Just like how I was with my dad. He was closer with his mom while I was closer with my dad so when they died we were just in shock. Jordan hated his dad’s girlfriends just as I have hated my mom’s relationship with Max. He’s fine and I’m happy for them, but you can’t blame me for hating the idea of them getting married. I told him that it was fine, because I didn’t want to push his limits by saying a snarky comment. He looked up and had a thankful look in his eyes before they landed on the useless instrument lying across from the bed. Jordan raised his eyebrow before getting an amused smile on his face.