Tell Me to Stay.

Prologue Part 3

Before I spoke to YOU

Her face was so pale, with a clear streak of tears leaving paths on her perfect skin. The cold wet drops of her beautiful tears soaking into my t-shirt. It was like we had known each other for forever. But it wasn't. You backed away, mumbling something under your breath and with your blurred eyes not knowing who I am, ran. Alone once again. Leaving me standing there-alone. The same words she mumbled running through my head.

Another Year Later...

I hadn't seen the girl that I saw on my first day of High School for a while now. It was like she was in hiding, hiding from me-And at first I just thought that it was me being pre-occupied by my first girlfriend-And that all relationships were like that. But then the news got out fast. It always does. Her brother had been in an accident. A car accident and the paramedics weren't fast enough when his injured girlfriend rang for help. That he had died on the cold shimmering cement. But later more secrets started to be sifted out. That his girlfriend had been cheating on him, and that they were fighting while he was driving. He had died alone, looking up at the empty night sky with not a star in sight. But now you were all alone recovering from the thoughts and distancing yourself from people who could help you and find books to wipe your tears away with.

And it's strange because I want to be there for you. I want to hug you and tell you it's okay. But I barely know you. And that you barely know me. But somewhere deep down, something is telling me that we are meant to be.

"Baby, what are you thinking about?" My girlfriend, Lace shakes my arm.

"Uh-About our one year anniversary." I smile, "We're nearly seniors." I scoff at the unbelievable words coming out of my mouth. "We're nearly seniors."

"I know, you already said that." She whines, "Don't say it again babe, it makes you seem less hot now when you repeat yourself." She squints her eyes a little as she goes over her fresh manicure.

Our relationship over the past months had been the same, with her always yelling at me to carry her books or bag, kiss her cheek before she goes to the classroom or better yet the toilet. Lacy needs to be next to me, holding my right hand every day. Through the morning, breaks, lunch, and after school. Even when my hand is sweaty, she would still hold it but then complain.

Our relationship has tipped from happy to depressing. I no longer want to be with her, instead, I think about that girl. That girl with no older brother now. All alone. And now I feel completely alone.

The bell chimes; snapping me out of my ugly thoughts and a small excuse buys me time to regain my emotions for Lacey. I can't break up with her. It's her birthday in two days. So at least till I grow a pair I'll just have to avoid her.

"One second Lacey, I'm going back to get a book I left in my locker." I lied, I lied to my girlfriend. But it wasn't the first time, which makes me feel worse.

"Baby, smart doesn't look good on you. Leave it. Ok?"

"No. I really need to get it, sorry Lacey." A tight smile forming on my lips. She lets go of my hand. Success.

"Ok. But be quick." She snaps, waiting at the tree which we first met at and getting out her phone.

I shrug my bag on my shoulders, wondering where Heath is lately and open the glass door to the hallway. I head up the small stairwell. A rushing coming from upstairs where my locker is. Inside millions of pictures of Lacey. All taken by Lacey. All put there by Lacey. And all the same duck face selfie. None of us together.

I place my foot on the last step and swirl to go around the corner. Something hits me hard. My arms go out instantly around the object that impacted me. I lower my head so that I'm looking down and there. There in my arms is the girl of my dreams.

Her face is so pale, with a clear streak of tears leaving paths on her perfect skin. The cold wet drops of her beautiful tears soaking into my t-shirt. Her messy golden blonde hair clings to my arms. It was like we had known each other for forever. But it wasn't. You backed away, mumbling something under your breath and with your blurred eyes not knowing who I am, ran. Alone once again. Leaving me standing there alone. The same words she mumbled running through my head.

"I'm sorry, it's just been a bad day."

And I know what I need to do, as I stand there watching you distant yourself from me.

I want you, not her.

So when you say you're having a bad day you can just-

Tell me about it. 

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