A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 33

Wrote this with a headache :(( sorry if its sluggish and short :/

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Blake's P.O.V

"Since this is only your second time being here in the guidance office, and Mr. Gumby may have overreacted a little, I'll just let you off with a warning."

I walked out of the vice principals office, glad that I wasn't getting a detention. I slumped down on a bench right beside a row of lockers. It was pointless to go back to class since it ended in three minutes.

I thought about the conversation I had with Evelyn. She really did hate me.

Her voice was bitter, and she refused to forgive me. I didn't blame her though. Why should she forgive me after the horrible thing I did?

"What are you doing out here?" I looked up to see a light headed, sixteen year old boy standing in front of me. "I thought you were a perfect student, you don't get sent to the guidance office." Josh said, smiling. I shrugged my shoulders, gazing down at the floor.

"I was talking to your sister actually. Then I got sent here." Josh seemed shocked.

"My sister was actually talking to you?" He said amazed. I groaned as a response, running my hands through my hair.

"I know, I know. She hates me. I get that." Josh snorted, and I looked at him, my eyebrows arched.

He rolled his eyes. "She doesn't hate you," I waited for him to continue on. "She's just really hurt, okay? I've never seen my sister so vulnerable and-" He stopped mid sentence.

I suddenly felt worse. How could I screw things up with the best person I've ever met?

The one person I was sure could cheer me up no matter how I felt, or what mood I was in.

"That's a relief?" Although, it came out as a question. The bell rang, and I grabbed my backpack.

"It is a relief. I mean, if she doesn't hate you it's a good sign. You still have a chance to redeem yourself, to make things right again." Josh left before I could say anything. Something that I was starting to realize he liked to do.

As soon as I got home, I headed straight to my room. I started working on my homework. An hour later, there was a knock at my door. I sighed before getting up to answer it.

"What do you want?" I rolled my eyes as Tyler stepped into my room.

"The front door was unlocked." He shrugged his shoulders, and looked around my room. "I haven't been here in forever man. Why don't you invite us over anymore?"

'Us' meant himself and Dylan.

"Why are you here Tyler?" I didn't have the patience to talk to him- or anyone for that matter. There was only one person I wanted to be around.

"I wanted to see how you are. You don't really talk to anyone anymore. And when you do, you sound like you're dead." I heaved a sigh at his statement and took a seat on my bed.

"You don't know what it's like. When was the last time you ever had feelings for a girl, other than when you were sleeping with her?"

Dead silence, which proved my point.

"Exactly." I mumbled out. I laid my back on the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. I wish my dad was still alive to tell me what to do. He would know how to react to these situations. He had good advice. Like, 'When you find the right girl, hold onto her.'

I groaned in frustration.

"Look, I don't understand what you're going through, but why not try talking to her again. What's the worst that could happen? I mean, she'll forgive you soon. I know she will. Stop being so stubborn about your feelings. How do you really feel about her?" I rolled my eyes. Tyler wasn't a love expert.

What does he know?

I closed my eyes, and heard his footsteps exit my room a moment later. I could finally be alone again.

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A little while later, I woke up startled. Looking outside I realized it was dark. How long had I slept? I glanced at my alarm clock. It read 8:22. I jumped up, and ran to my desk where my phone sat underneath a bunch of unfinished homework, and papers.

"Shit," I cursed when I knocked over a box spilling the contents of letters.

I bent down to pick up the letters my dad had wrote me. Most of them I had already read and the letters were sitting in the opened envelopes. I began to place the letters back in the box. I had successfully put all but one back. I reached for the last letter.

To Blake's first love was written in his cursive handwriting. I stopped, and stared at the letter. My heart picked up speed, and I could hear it pounding through my ears.

And suddenly, it clicked.

Why I was so hurt that I wasn't with Evelyn, how warm she made me feel. How being with her felt amazing, and without her I felt hollow.

It was all because I loved her. Tyler told me to stop being so stubborn abut my feelings, did he see what I couldn't see? If so, then I take back about what I said about him not being a love expert. He seemed to know before I even knew that I loved her.

My dad's advice fluttered through my mind, about finding the one and not letting her go. I stood up abruptly. Evelyn had to know, and she had to know now.

I put the letter in one of my khaki pockets, and found my phone. I grabbed my keys and rushed down the stairs. It didn't matter that it was a Friday night and there were parties to be at, or friends to mingle with. It didn't matter that my mom wasn't home yet. It didn't matter that it was 8:30 at night.

What mattered was that I loved Evelyn and I had to tell her that as soon as I possibly could.

I was only in the car five minutes when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, while keeping my eyes on the road. "Hello?" I said, not bothering to look at the caller.

"Blake!" I cringed at Dylan's loud voice. "You should see Tyler right now. He's had way too many shots and he's walking around asking people where his shirt is." I rolled my eyes at my friends.

"What's so funny about that?" I didn't have time for this. I was on a mission.

"It's on his body!" Dylan boomed with laughter. I held the phone away from my ear. I waited for the light to turn green and listened to all the commotion while on the phone with Dylan.

"Hey Dylan, I'm kind of in the middle of something. I'll call you back later." I stepped on the gas pedal, urging the car forward when the light turned green.

"No, wait. You should come to this really awesome-" I didn't get to hear the rest of what he said.

A car had smashed into the side I was on, causing my seat belt to strangle me. I felt the vehicle swirling about, and my head started pounding. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever I hit.

A few seconds later, the car slammed into something. My eyes were still closed, and I felt my head hit something hard. The airbag must have popped out, but I wouldn't have known.

I heard voices drift from a direction. Although, I couldn't tell which one. I felt myself slipping away from all the noise. Somewhere, I could smell smoke. Like something was on fire.

My seatbelt still strangled me. I wanted to move my hand, to unbuckle it, but found that I couldn't move. My body felt numb, and my head started pounding again. All around me, everything faded away. I was fading away. Fading away into darkness.

I saw the letter fall out of my pocket right before I blacked out.

My last coherent thought was about that letter, and how I didn't get to tell Evelyn that I loved her.