Should I Love You?

Chapter 3

A/N: Opal

"Its your fault he's gone!!! All you fault!! Everything is your fault!" My mom yells.

Tears stroll down my cheeks. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know."

My mom starts walking away. I look over. The gravestone. I stare at it. Watching the dirt hit the coffin as the people scoop it in. I wish to hear banging. I wish to see the coffin lid open. I wish that he would come back. I fall to my knees. Reading the headstone.

Here lies
James Badnon.
Loving Son and Brother.
February 23rd 1987- December 14th 2005

I cry. My eyes shoot open. I sit up. I wipe the tears off my cheek. I run my hands over my face. I realize I feel asleep while doing my homework.

I get out of bed. I grab a shirt and my flannel. I sigh. Remembering that day.

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I sit in the passenger seat. I was really close to him. He's 10 years older than me. He's driving right now. We're on our way home from school.

"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me!!" We both sing at the top of our lungs.

I laugh as he does too.

"Can we get ice cream?!" I ask.

"No. I don't have money. I get paid tomorrow. We'll definitely get some tomorrow my little ice cream monster."

I smile as he rubs my head. "I love you James!"

"I love you too." He says.

I didn't know that was the last time I would ever hear those words leave his lips. The next day. I didn't get ice cream. I got something worse.
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I get up off my bed. I go to the bathroom. I run my hands through my hair. I change into black skinny jeans and a black shirt that says "I have more iasuea than a magazine"I pull on my black and white flannel.

I leave the bathroom. I gather the stuff off my bed. I carry it all downstairs along with my mismatch socks. I sit on the couch and put my things on the table. I put my socks on. I grab my things. I go to the door and slip on my black converses. I grab my keys.

"I'm leaving! Bye mom!" I yell.

No reply. I leave the house and put my stuff in the backseat as usual. I get in the driver seat and drive to Opal's house. I stop in front of her house. She's on the porch with her mom. She sees me. She says something and then walks to my car. She gets in an buckles her seatbelt.

Once we ger to school I do my usual routine of staring at my locker and trying to remember if I have Math or English. I think I have Math.

"Are you listening?" Opal ask.

I just realized she was even talking.

"Opal. I'm trying to figure out what class I have."

"English."

"Right."

I grab a book. Opal takes it and puts it back in my locker.

"That's your science book." she grabs a different one. "English. Get it together girl."

I take it. "Thanks."

The bell rings, telling us to go to our first period.

I go to my first period. Of course Ian sits with me. Why is he trying so hard to talk to me? Does he like me? No. He probably just wants to sleep with me. Who wouldn't?