reasons why [re-writing]

Five ❁

The Fourth Reason

December 3, Tuesday

Loria City, United Kingdom

My insomnia is killing me. I continue to listen to Oh, Calamity! by All Time Low to drift me off to sleep but it seems to not work. I roll to my right and grab my phone on the bedside table. The bright light that comes from it hurts my eyes but I try my best to check what time is it. It's already eleven o'clock and there'll be school in a few hours. I cannot be late. I wouldn't want to tarnish my record of being early this school year.

Well, speaking of school, Skye didn't attend school today. It's pretty odd because ever since we were in seventh grade, she has no absences or so I thought. She didn't even bother me about what the fourth reason is.

The song ends and Yesterday by the Beatles starts to play. I smile at the song, I start to remember how big of a Beatle fan my dad was, we would always drive around London and sing along to Hey Jude that blares from the radio. I miss him.

Too shake of my late night thoughts, I decide to go to the balcony and stare at the stars. I might be able to find sleep.

I bring my phone and iPod with me and of course the pack of cigarettes I just bought after school. It's funny how they don't ask my age. When I ask for a pack, they just hand it to me and I pay them after, as if they didn't sell cigarettes to a minor. Anyway, I'm already seventeen. I'll soon be the legal age of buying cigarettes and liquors.

The twilight breeze brushes past my skin and I wish I wore my leather jacket but I'm too attached to the stars above, scattered throughout the dark sky.

Yesterday by The Beatles continues to play as I stare at the stars. I happen to see a very bright star and memories of my dad and I flashes through my mind again.

'Whenever you see a bright star, make sure to make wish, okay?' it's as if I start to hear his voice again. If only he knew what I always wished for. I bet it's too much to ask but I want him and my mum to get back together. I barely see him or talk to him and I'm pretty sure Lane and Jake misses him, even my mum.

I dig out the pack of cigarettes from my pocket and pull out a stick. I light it and the smoking continues. As soon as I puff out several clouds of smoke, my phone suddenly blares its ring tone. Christ, what cunt would call me at this time of the day.

I look at the caller I.D. and see that it's from an unknown number. I didn't bother to answer it anymore but as my phone still continues to ring, I'm starting to get pissed. So, I decided to answer it.

"What the fück do you want?!" I say harshly. I could be a bit high tempered at times.

"So that's how grumpy you are at this time of the day," the recognition of her voice makes me shiver. Jesus fucking Christ, why didn't I save Skye's number in my contacts.

"Well pudgy, calling at this time of the day? Why you so obsessed?" I reply with a teasing tone. She starts to make puking sounds which makes me start chuckling.

"You're so full of yourself."

"Why thank you." She groans, clearly irritated.

"Shut up, anyway, you better look down because it's freezing out here and this flimsy sweater isn't working out for me," Confused, I look down as told and see Skye with a grey beanie staring back at me.

"What the fuck? Skye what are you doing here?" I ask her through the phone. She's got it bad, I mean real bad. I didn't know she would do everything just to complete all the reasons. She really likes me that much?