She was fire; he was ice.
He was bad and she was good.
He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely.
Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises.
For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...
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Chapter 13: The Good Girl's Promise
• DEFORMEDMANGOES, & BOWLING COMPETITIONS •
• KIMBERLY •
The next few days passed by like people walking in New York. Fast and annoying. My brother has been...avoiding me and I'm not sure why. I've tried talking to him several times but he either acts like I'm an annoying nat or he can't hear me.
The caring and thoughtful brother that I once had when we got here was no longer present. It's as if he is experiencing our parents death all over again.
Quiet and depressed.
He doesn't joke around and doesn't act human. Maybe he's turning into a zombie. That is possible, right? Plus, he's been on his phone every second of the day. Even during school. I don't think zombies can work phones...so we can cross off turning into a zombie off the list.
In these days, I've been working on school and trying to keep my priorities in order. Since graduation is coming in less than five months, I need the grades to go to the college that I want.
Adrienne has been bothering me about that night at the mall. I just lied and said my brother needed me because he was really sick. Therefore, I needed the car quickly.
She's been mad at her brother due to him "forgetting" about picking up Jamie and her at the mall. She says he fell asleep and forgot. I remember him shutting off his bedroom light that night.
Ryder was even worse. He's constantly annoying me, "flirting" with me, and driving me insane to no end. Even as my brother sits with us at lunch, he says nothing about my promise nor does he even join in conversations.
I almost want to beg him to say anything to me. Just to hear him and to see if he is okay. But, he doesn't say a word.
Each night, Ryder sends a text telling me to have dreams of him. I either use colorful words or no response to annoy him. I know he is a player, because I often see him practically eating other girls faces in school or through the window when I occasionally glance at his house.
Usually when that happened, I keep my head up high and close the curtain or walk past him as his hands rove over the girl. I always feel disgusted and a twinge of this other foreign emotion creeping into me gut.
But like I've done my whole life, I keep my head up and move past the pain. Even if the pain still consumes me, I don't let it show. I just let the pain eat away inside while my fake smile convinces everyone.
