I pull my hood over my head as I hear the whispers when I walk down the hall. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I walk as fast as I can to leave school, careful not to look at locker 109. Scott's locker.
"She's become so different. So.. distant." I hear someone whisper as I walk past. They're not wrong . I quicken my pace.
I know exactly where his locker is. I feel a deep pain in my heart when I pass it. I squeeze my eyes shut to refrain myself from looking at the familiar mint-green locker.1 month. 4 days. 16 hours. Hell, I've even been counting the hours since we got the news. I can just remember my mother picking up the house phone. Her shocked gasp, how coarse her voice became the rest of the call.
I don't go out anymore. Shelby tends to try to get me out of the house. I never come. I continue to walk home from school. I never take the same route Scott and I did.
I take out my keys to unlock my door. Mom doesn't come home for another 3 hours. Dad comes home at 8. Jaden should be coming home shortly after me.
I walk up to my bedroom and drop my backpack on the carpeted floor. I flop on my
bed. I grab Scott's hoodie he forgot after sex and hug it. His familiar scent comforts me.I squint my eyes to try to refrain myself from crying. It seems that's all I do anymore. I sit up and remove my shirt. I slip on his hoodie. It's baggy, but perfect. I roll over and grab my math homework. I finish the math homework when I hear the front door creak open. Jaden's home.
"Kennedy? You home?" He calls. I throw my stuff onto the bed and walk down stairs. I look at him, my eyes red and puffy. So much for not crying.
He smiles sympathetically. "Ah, you're here." He says. He puts his hands in his pockets. "So um.. do you want to go to hockey with me?" My usual jerk of a brother has been nicer to me recently. He was good friends with Scott.
Hockey is Jaden's favorite of the the sports he plays. He plays football, hockey, and baseball. He played basketball, but he hated it. Since he's been kind recently, I rub my eye and quietly say, "Sure."
He smiles and walks to his room to get his hockey gear. He side-hugs me along the way. I cross my arms and go upstairs to grab my shoes. I brush my straight brown hair out. I put on a black and white striped crop top and skinny jeans.
I slowly walk downstairs and see Jaden with his big, bulky hockey bag. We walk to his car and he drives us to the rink.
I pick at the chipping black polish on my nails, waiting to get the hell out of this rink. Practice is almost over for Jaden. He's on of he best players on the team. "Alright, nice job today guys. Practice is over." says the coach.
Jaden skates off of the rink. "I'll be out in a minute, okay?" I nod. He walks off into the changing room. One of the other hockey players steps out of the room, finished getting out of his uniform. Parker Layne.
He sees me and smiles. He's quite popular, so I don't really talk to him. He walks over to me. "What's up, ghost girl?" He says. People call me ghost girl because I don't talk to anyone anymore. Not since Scott died. Thinking about it sends a deep pain through my heart, the same one I felt earlier and when he died.
I cross my arms. "Nothing." He copies my movements. "Come on, talk to me." He's never been interested in me before, why is he talking to me now? I avoid eye contact and ignore him. He walks closer to me, resting his arm on the wall above my head. "Answer me, Linsfeild." He whispers. Goosebumps travel down my body.
He rests a hand on my cheek. "Get off of me, Parker." I manage to choke out. He smirks. "Why should I?" I swallow. Tears sting my eyes. Why do I feel like I'm betraying Scott?
He brings his hand down to my hip. I try to run, but he pushes me on the wall. "Just leave me alone." I whisper, looking at my feet. I close my eyes as he brings his lips closer to mine. Stop. Stop. Stop. I think to myself.
I suddenly feel his hand lift off of me. "What the fuck?" I hear him say. I open my eyes. He's levitating. I look around. Nothing can be suspending him from the air like this.He flies against the boards. I stare in disbelief. I look around once again. Nobody is around to be doing this.
He lay in a fetal position. He whimpers in pain. Jaden comes out of the changing room. He sees Parker and raises his eyebrow. He turns his head to me. "What happened?" He asks.
I wring my hands together. "He just, I--uh.." I try to respond, still trying to take in what the hell just happened. He shrugs and pulls his hood over his head. "Lets go then." Parker regularly tried to injure Jaden down at practice, so I can't imagine him having much sympathy for him.
We walk to his car. The freezing rain pierces my exposed skin. I climb in the passengers seat, and he shortly takes off after that. The image of him levitating refuses to leave my mind.
We get home and park his car in the garage to not get it wet. We climb out of his car and walk into the house. I kneel down and pet our dog Hani. She's a Siberian Husky and Pomeranian mix. (A/N please look up a picture of one they're so god damn cute)
I give her some food and she follows me up to my room. I don't bother to turn the lights on, except for one lamp. I finish my homework and hear the front door open once again. Mom's home.
Mom is a teacher. When her kids are let out, she likes to stay at school and finish her lesson plans and what not. I walk down the stairs to greet her. Hani follows me down. Mom combs through her short, blonde hair with her fingers. Jaden gets his blonde hair from her. I personally have Dad's brown hair.
"Hi honey, how was school?" She asks as she hugs me. I shrug. She frowns. "I'm sorry sweetheart." I look down at my bare feet, the same black polish chipping away on my toes. She knows exactly why I'm like this. She holds my hand. "Honey, he's happy now. Please understand that he loved you and wants you to be happy." I nod. I pick up Hani and go back upstairs.
I lay down on my soft comforter, soon going under it. Hani cuddles next to me. I drift off to sleep.
A/N: WOAH that was a long chapter, excited for this though. Hope you are too :)
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Ghost of You
Teen FictionKennedy Linsfeild was distraught over the unexplained death of Scott Ronstein. Every night she dreamt of him, his dimples cutting into his cheeks, his striking blue eyes, his messy brown hair. She began to see him everywhere. Dreams and reality beca...