Never Shout Never!

A Little Too Late

 

  The boy of my dreams that I loved with all my heart was gone. Gone just like all the other memories that me and him shared. It feels like my social life and love life was gone in an instant. As much as I'm trying to pinch myself to think I'm dreaming, I can't because it is indeed not a dream. A nightmare is what it was. And I could literally feel my heart breaking and my cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.

I froze in front of the both of them, as Vinny stood there with the same expression that I had. I tried to stop the tears from coming down my face, but I was failing with no effort whatsoever.

"Babe, please let me explain." As soon as those words came out of Vinny's mouth, a storm of rage went through me like a tornado.

"Don't say a word. After all we've been through, you ruin it just like this? I can't believe you!" I kicked him right in the groin, and he doubled over in pain as I ran towards the door. I passed the living room and took a photo of us that was on the table, and smashed it against the floor. I watched the pieces of glass shatter to the floor. It's kind of like how I feel now.

I ran outside, leaving his door wide open. I could see Chris in the distance smoking a joint as he sat on the hood of his car. I ran towards the car as I hopped in without saying a single word. Chris looked at me startled and he hopped in the car right along with me. Without saying a single word, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. He smelled like weed, but I didn't care. He was comforting. I looked up at him with red, puffy eyes. I feel embarrassed. No one normally sees me this vulnerable.

"What happened Nick?" His eyes burned holes into mine and I never really noticed how unique his eyes were. I just cried even more into his chest. I couldn't help it though. I was heart broken. And alone. All over again.

"I caught... Vinny, cheating on me.. with another girl." I thought that Chris couldn't understand me at first, but I can tell by the way that he held me tighter that he heard me loud and clearly. All I wanted to do was go home and drown in all my regrets. After tonight, I hate Claire. Claire WAS one of my friends, and she's a bigger social butterfly than I am. What did he see in her anyways? She's heartless and mean, no matter how much I like her. She's short, and her squeaky voice irks me. I hate her.

As Chris held me tighter, I never felt like leaving his arms. They were too soft and they kind of gave me a little bit of comfort and protection. He gave me a kiss on the top of my head, and I couldn't help but smile. Even though I was in tears and on the verge of dying, I cracked a tiny smile.

The ride to my house was silent. When we pulled up in the front of my house, I sniffled and grabbed my bag from the backseat. As I was about to open the door, Chris quickly locked it.

"What?" I sniffed again and wiped my eyes. Chris didn't say a word as he took my face and put his hands on either side of my cheeks. He looked at me with sincere, apologetic eyes before he said anything.

"I know that we just met each other today, and I'm sorry about what happened just now. But I want you to know that it's okay. Call me if you need anything and be on time tomorrow because I'll be here to take you to school. It's the least I could do after today." His smile was sincere, and he wiped the tears off my face before I could even get a chance to. He pulled me into a hug and didn't refuse as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He unlocked the door as I got out the car and ran up my porch steps. I grabbed my key and put it in the door. I saw him finally drive away and I ran upstairs to my room, trying to avoid my mom. Thankfully, I succeeded. I didn't feel like explaining anything tonight.

I wiped all the makeup off of my face and changed into my pajamas. I dived into my bed as I turned out the lights and tucked myself in. A few tears came out of my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. Vinny is SO not worth my tears. I finally cried myself to sleep, with Vinny as my last thought. I don't even feel like getting out of bed tomorrow. Not now. Not ever.