Anxious Annie

2- Jake

  (A/N: Hey my lovely readers, new chapter with Jake's P.O.V. aaahhhh. I know I said I would post it once I got 100 reads but I couldn't keep you darlings waiting. So new rule; each additional 100 reads, new chappie. ilysm)

          My feet stood still, forced down to earth. I was stuck in an auditorium full of inconsiderate people who were oblivious to the fragility of others. Ignoring the fact that everyone stopped, Mason was still standing and clutching onto his stomach as uncontrollable laughter left his lips. How did I feel to have his blood in my veins because of my parents? Burdened with the necessity to lie to everyone who asked me if I was related to anyone in this hell-hole. Burdened with the necessity to sooner or later, lie to Annie. How could I not?

I mean, don’t me wrong, I’d never want to lie to her. She’s the one thing that helps me get up in the morning and come to school. I always convince myself that I will greet her and break down the wall she has built up so tall, but I’ve got a wall of my own. But I would break it down for her in a split second if I only could stop being such a wiener. The point is that me being introduced as the one related to the one who humiliated her in front of the sophomore class, would be horrific to her and me. How could I let what he did go?

            “Are you satisfied yet?” All heads turned to me, expect for the head belonging to the one whom I was directing my question to.

            “Are you satisfied yet, Mason?!”

            “Look who has a voice now,” Mason made a snide comment. “Annie’s some sort of role model to you?”

            “You just envy the fact that I actually have someone to look up to!” Students started to send oohs and aahs across the room as if my words were a cue. Usually, those sounds would strengthen someone and make them feel on top of the world but not me. My own words shattered my heart as it did for him. To be honest, just because I dislike his ways it doesn’t mean that I want him to feel miserable. After all, he’s the person who was with me during my childhood. Everything shattered between us after our parents got divorced. I guess that’s what led him astray.

            Mason opened his mouth as if to say something and closed it as if he were lost for words. His laughs and rude words turned into silence and no words at all. All because of me. I wanted to apologize but something was stopping me. I didn’t know what that something was, but all I knew was that it was time for dismissal and I had time to look for Annie and that I should use that time wisely.

            I started to run as fast as I could. My desperation to find her was strengthening. My heart was beating out of my chest.

Take a rest.

            No.

            Why not?

            She’s not safe.

            Maybe she is.

            Maybe she isn’t.

            Ugh.

            Go away.

            Fine, don’t blame me when you’re out of breath and you-

            Go away.

            Whatever.

            Eventually, I found myself outside of the school and on the pavement that made up the sidewalks of various streets. My legs felt as if they were about to give out and drop any moment. My arms felt all wobbly. Sweat started swimming out of various parts of my body and prickling down my body. Water sounded great to me at the moment. A can of grape soda sounded great to me at the moment. Hell, even urine sounded great to me. Well, okay maybe not urine. Just some kind of liquid that can rejuvenate my dehydrated tongue and slither down my esophagus and send shivers down my spine and restore my energy to its full potential.

            My necessities, wishes, and thoughts were knocked out of my brain as soon as I arrived upon a street that had more commotion than the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.

            “Hey man,” I caught the attention of a passerby who looked like he couldn’t care less about anything.

            “What?” He replied.

            “What’s going on over there?” I asked nodding my head towards the site of commotion, ignoring his obnoxious attitude.

            “Some girl got hit by a car,” The passerby shrugged. Yup, he didn’t care about anything. Realizing what he meant, my darkest nightmares became my sudden reality. I mumbled a thanks and put all my remaining energy into running into the street, around a dozen of unusually angled cars with panicked drivers, squeezing through the gap between two ambulance trucks, and crying my eyes out as a response to seeing the girl whom I did not wish to see on the ambulance’s gurney.