Reasons Why (Jeremy Shada Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23: Hold On

My mom hums along to the radio trying to rid the car of the horribly awkward silence. I sit in the back of the SRX my right leg draped across the seat and my crutches lay on the floor.

Jeremy had left the hospital shortly after Dr. Lawrence gave me instructions on how to care for my ankle and other things. All the while he was explaining this to me, Aaron was on his phone again with Mom. Who had told him she would pick us up in a half hour. Whether or not Jeremy and I were still together was all I could think about. Over and over again I saw in my mind his eyes. Full of confusion, anger, and pain mixed in with those beautiful green-hazel eyes that had drawn me in that day we got ice cream so long ago.

We pull into the garage. As soon as the engine cuts out, I’m opening the door and hobbling out on my crutches. This wasn’t the first time I had injured one of my ankles. The first time was during freshman year at the last cross country meet of the season. I had reached the last mile and had stepped in a small animal's burrow. I had twisted my left ankle doing that and was stuck wearing a boot for a month.

I ignore the calls from both Aaron and Mom before going up the two steps and opening the door that leads into the entryway. All I wanted to do was shower and go back to bed. I wanted to fall asleep under my warm covers and think that this whole thing has been just one horrible dream. I go in my room and start going towards my bathroom. My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out eagerly hoping it’s Jeremy calling to apologize.

My hope quickly turns to grief when I read the text from Alex.

From: Alex

Girl!? Where have you been? Aaron hasn’t been answering any of my calls or texts. So what’s up? It’s not like you to ditch. And what the heck is up with the thing Jeremy just posted on his Twitter?

I grip the phone tightly in my sweaty hand. I exit without answering before going on his Twitter. I read the post at the top and nearly drop my S4.

Hey everyone. I’m going to take this opportunity to post something about Taylor for those of you wondering. (Which is like all of you :P) Taylor and I are currently taking a break. Some personal issues have arised and it’s in our best interest that we spend a little time apart.

I want to scream. “Our best interest?” Of course he would put comedic relief in there for the fans. It’s not like I need some cheering up about our “break” either. All kinds of other snarky and sarcastic comments flash through my mind as I read the comments.

Shadagirl123- omg, what happened? You two are perf together!

ATrulesalways- I knew you couldn’t trust that girl

Finnisthebest- Don’t worry Jeremy! I’m sure you’ll figure it out or find someone better!

I toss my phone on my bed with a sigh of frustration. My mom knocks on my door. I open the door and look at her. “What?” I say with annoyance.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, “I don’t need attitude, Taylor. I just came to help you.”

“Fine.” I sigh.

                I want to talk to someone. So I try calling Stacy and Alex. Every time I hang up after the third ring. I try to start over twenty texts to Jeremy but never find the right words. I doubted he would even respond to it. Aaron keeps knocking and I tell him to go away every time. When someone knocks for the twelfth time, yes I was keeping count, they don’t wait for my answer before coming in. Jackson’s eyes dig into me. He sits down on the corner of my bed and waits for me to say something.