I'm so sorry guys I have been sick with strep! So I haven't been able to even be on my phone just sleeping, coughing, and misery. I'm working really hard on this chapter. I want it to be a good one for everyone! So once again I will get back into this book and try to make it great (:
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•While everyone was enjoying their pizza and movie, I couldn't help but to stare at her. She's so mysterious. The way she watches the movie so intent, yet she doesn't miss a thing going on around her. She grasps everything that goes on. Why is she always on her toes?
I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I know she has problems, but so does everyone else. I wish I knew to what extent hers ran. She won't talk to me about them. I doubt she will talk to anyone about them. She closes herself off, but stays open just a little to stay connected. Maybe the girls will be able to figure it out.
Mel would tell me if she said something. Mel and I have been best friends since kindergarten. It was always me Gabe and Mel. We all look out for each other and no matter what have one another's backs. We learned the hard way to never trust someone over one another. Melisa has always been the one to give me the hardest of hard times. It's her way of making you tougher. She's a strong believer in thick skin, I agree. Amy always found my dry humor not so funny so she stayed away from me.
Amy was Gabes neighbor so they were close, but she never warmed up to me. She thought I was impulsive. She proved herself right when we were in high school. The whole school found out what happened, well they thought they did. Mel and Gabe were the only ones who knew the truth. They helped me through the whole thing they knew what the school didn't.
Ever since then everyone has been on edge around me. They all come up with new stories after summer vacation of what I did over the break. That year though, sophomore year was the hardest year. I lost a lot and no one knew about it. They all just thought they knew, but let me tell you. You can't believe what you hear, no matter what.
When I met Paige, she was so real with me. She didn't let me keep my wall up with her. I needed her and she had no clue. She didn't buy the bad ass act though, she's always known.
The saddest part about Paige though is I'm noticing more and more that she is so strong. She's been strong for so long though, that she's exhausted. She is putting up a good fight but she has been fighting for quite some time. I want to know what she's battling, and I will find out. I want to help. I'm a fixer I might not be able to fix what happened that day in my life. And I might be subtle about it, but I do my best to fix things. Paige is cracked, and I'm here to make sure she doesn't shatter. With this all going on in my head I felt a sense of peace seeing Paige and all my friends sitting together. Enjoying each others company knowing damn good and well we all have our own reasons for not being at home.
The movie got to be brutally boring. I dozed off on the couch. When I woke up everyone was playing cards at the kitchen table the clock read 1:45 am. Shit.. I was knocked out cold. I got up groggy and took a big stretch everyone was laughing. I knew they had done something but what it was I have not a clue. On instinct I walk to the nearest mirror. I know they are not this childish. We are all 18 years old I don't think they'd stoop to a 5 year olds fun. I walk into the mirror turning my head side to side.
Yep they sure did... I have a dick on my face. It faced my mouth so when I opened it.. you can figure out the rest.
I fly around the corner entering the kitchen, "WHO DID IT!!" Everyone busted out into a stomach hurting laugh. I couldn't help it I joined in. I have to admit it wasn't often someone could pull a prank on me. Gabe about fell out of his chair. I know it was him. I grabbed him by the neck a kneed him in the stomach he got up and wrapped his arms around my waist in a leap pushing me into the wall. We were messing with each other neither actually upset. Laughing.
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Teen Fiction•I longed for the day I could talk to someone, but I knew the second I did there would be no coming back from it. I was in another new place, and no one could ever no why or else I would have to start all over again, this is my life.•