Tell Me Why

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Tell Me Why

Hopeless Romantic: Chapter 2

MaineLove

Violets POV

I stared blankly at the vacant notebook on my desk. I had been sitting here for the past 20 minutes, trying to get some work done but it seemed to be impossible. The disastrous date from two hours ago had already playback in my mind over a thousand times. Grabbing my phone from my purse, I dialed Danielle.

“Hey Violet, how was the date,” she asked nonchalantly, eager to know about one of the worst days of my life.

“It was terrible, Cody’s a jerk, Zayn and I got in a fight and then I fled the restaurant,” I cried, letting all my distressed emotions out. She was silent, the only desiferable sound was her low breathing as she took a moment to take it all in. I could feel tears sting the back of my eyes, even though I had spent fifteen minutes with him, his effect on me has lasted hours. I didn’t even know why the situation mattered so much, but stirred up something in me. My first dates before had never gone this terrible, I felt hopeless and inexperienced.

“What?” Danielle asked again, not understanding anything.

“Well Zayn told me that Cody’s been telling people that he dumped me for being obsessive. And then I told Zayn the truth about Cody but he didn’t believe me, so I freaked out said some terrible things to him and fled the restaurant,” I screamed, on the verge of tears.

“Um… Cody’s such a jerk! And Zayn’s a jerk too.” Was that all she could come up with, so much for good advise!

“Listen Danielle, I got to go,” I said, my voice cracking uncontrollably.

“Okay bye, hope you feel better. And see you tomorrow.” After hanging up the phone I toppled onto my bed not being able to hold it in anymore, I let the tears spill out. I hated myself for being so hopeless when it came to romance, was I always just going to be alone, loveless and unhappy. It hurt to entertain such terrible thoughts, as I shed bitter tears. Suddenly my older brother Justin walked into my room holding my purple mug.

“Hey mom asked me to- What’s wrong?” he asked a confused look on his face as he set the mug on my bedside table. His crystal blue eyes full of concern and uneasiness.

“Nothing, nothings wrong,” I replied, hastily wiping my tears away.

“Is this about the date?” he asked, eyeing me skeptically.

“Yes,” I cried, as fresh wave of tears hit me hard. ” It was terrible! Justin all my relationships in the past have ended in disaster, and all I can think now is I’m always going to be alone and unhappy.”

“Violet.” he soothed wrapping his stern arms around my whimpering and petit frame, “How can you think that, Sis I know finding love is hard. But it’s a process we all go through in life, and it’s those crappy relationships that teach us valuable lessons. He’s out there though, you just have to keep looking bud,” he smiled reassuringly, whipping my tears with his rough thumb. “Now go take some Advil, drink your hot chocolate and get to bed before you have a migraine.” I sighed, aside from my pathetic love life, my health has now become a major concern. Ever since a few months ago, I suffer from terrible and very frequent migraines. Sometimes I find myself taking 7-8 pills of Advil in one day. And the worst part about it is doctors have no clue what happening to me and what to do about it.

XOXO

Zayn’s POV

Opening the door, I walked into the living room and whispered a quite hello, the undisturbed room answered with silence. In matter of factually, I didn’t expect to hear a hello back because there never was. My small greeting was nothing but accustom- something I have grown used to through years of living by myself. A quite hello with no response. A few years ago the act seemed depressing, and unsatisfactory. But now it’s comes easily without the slightest bit of hesitation. About two years ago I had gotten in trouble with the law, my first real run in with underage drinking consequences. My parents thought it might be in my best interest to move on my own learn to take care of myself, and to take time to mature. I am usually at my parents, like after school today.

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