Don't Break My Heart (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 ~ The Beach

~~~{Destiny's P.O.V}~~~

"Just, just, just, just. SHUT UP AND DRIVE!" My alarm clock/phone shouted. Yes, that was my ringtone. Don't judge. I groaned and slapped my hand over it, effectively hitting the "off" button.

I curled my fingers around the edges of my iPhone 5C and held it above me. Please don't fall on my face.

I saw that I had had a couple of Skype messages from...Jerome?!

My phone fell flat on my face. I groaned and rolled to the side.

He must have gotten my Skype from that group Hunger Games we did with Ryan and...Mitch.

I hate Mitch. He had a girlfriend, and he didn't even tell me! I mean, I asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said no! He lied right to my face!

I checked my messages from Jerome.

Hi. I heard about what happened with you and Mitch. I feel really bad for you.

Do you want to come to the beach with me? It would help get our minds off of everything.

I smiled and typed back a response. It would be the perfect day to go to the beach. The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky.

I would love to go to the beach with you! That would be great. When?

He quickly responded.

At 11? If it's okay with you, I mean.

Sure! See you...where?

How about I just pick you up?

Sure. I live at 1 Oakwood Ave.*

Cool! We live at 17 Oakwood Ave.**

How did I not notice this when I went to your house before?!

I don't know! :P See you!

I quickly showered and dressed myself in the same outfit I was wearing yesterday when I went to Mitch's house. I applied some mascara, Chapstick, and lip gloss, just like the day before.

When I finished getting ready, I picked up my phone again and went on YouTube.

TheBajanCanadian has uploaded another video.

I hissed in annoyance because I didn't even like Mitch any more, but saw what the video was of. Hunger Games.

It was the first one Mitch recorded with me. I quickly tapped on it and scrolled through the comments.

Who the fuck is that stupid girl Destiny?!

How did you meet Destiny?!

Didn't you see that guy at 10:14?! He was right behind you!

Did Destiny replace Ashley? I liked Ashley better..

Hey guys! I know you guys hate this, and I hate it too, but please check out my channel, it's...

Are you just playing with random girls now?! If you play with Destiny, why won't you play with me?
        I agree! Why won't you play with me too?!!?
                What type of name even is Destiny! XDXDXD

Were her parents drunk when they named their child Destiny? Or maybe all of their children were named Destiny XD

I heard a car honk its horn. I slid my phone into my back pocket and jogged outside, seeing Jerome in a very stylish car. When he saw me, he quickly climbed out of the car and ran up to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. I realized I must have been crying, tears dripping down my face. I angrily wiped the tears away, ashamed that I had been caught crying.

"Oh. Nothing." I smiled weakly. He made no comment but led me to his car, still worried. I slid into the back seat, rubbing the smooth but tough leather under me and shielding my eyes from the sun.

I realized Jerome still wasn't in his car, so I glanced over to Jerome, no longer having to shield my eyes from the sun because clouds covered it temporarily, and saw he was staring at MY phone in shock.

Then I realized I didn't have my phone.

Jerome lifted his head and stared at me. "Destiny?" He looked at me sadly.

"Yeah?" I winced a little.

"Destiny!" Jerome walked forward. "Roll up your sleeves." He commanded with such intensity I didn't question him.

"Okaaaay." I said slowly, confused. I rolled up my sleeves, exposing my bare arms.

Jerome exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. "Good."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Your phone fell out of your pocket onto the grass." Jerome explained. "I picked it up and saw you were on YouTube, reading the comments. The comments wEre..." his voice cracked, "they were all hating on you."

"Oh." I slid out of Jerome's car and gave him a hug. "And you thought I cut...?"

"I used to have a girlfriend," Jerome stated, "that cut. When something big bothered her, she would cut. She wouldn't even tell anyone about it, but she put on her happy face and her happy voice...just for me. Her friends and I. It broke her, you know. It really broke her. Pretending that you're happy when you really just want to break down and cry is one of the hardest things to do. And it broke me, too, knowing that she cut. So one day," he took another deep breath, "I walked into her house and took everything. Just everything that could cut. Scissors, knives, shaving things, metal accessories that could be easily broken. Then I broke up with her. I didn't want to have a girlfriend that cut."

"Oh." I blinked, shocked that Jerome had told me such a deep part of him. "Do you still want to go to the beach...?"

Jerome brightened up. "Of course! Let's go!"

And so I broke the warm, comforting hug and slid back into his car, and we went to the beach.

~~~{~}~~

"That was really fun!" I smiled as Jerome stopped his car right outside of my house. "Do you want to do it again sometime?"

"Sure!" He smiled back at me as I got out of his car, then, with apparent hesitation, climbed out of his car after me.

"See you!" I waved, turning away from him. But Jerome caught me and spun me around.

He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Bye." He smiled, then walked back to his car and drove away.

I found myself thinking he was cute, that his giant nose was cute, that the quick peck he gave me was cute.

I found myself, as I walked back into my house smiling, loving him.

*Real place. I know of it courtesy of Google Maps.*

**I don't know if there's a 17 Oakwood Ave, but I do know there's a 1 Oakwood Ave.**

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