Chapter Three

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by dyingrn

by dyingrn

Malia's POV:

*Recap*

"Well, you know your mother just finished her nurse practitioner schooling and there aren't many job offerings here in NY. So she did some online searching, and applied at hospitals worldwide. It just so happened she got a job offer at a hospital that pays really good. We're moving to California."

Say what now.

Well that shut me up. Confusion rushed within me. Did he just say California? As in like 2,790 miles away from all that I've grown to know? Are they shitting me? I'm so lost. Since my parents were absent most of my childhood, I've never really been anywhere except New York. With this news many doubts, and questions clouded my mind. My mom took the nerve wracking silence as a bad thing and spoke out,

"Malia? Are you okay? Is this too much? I can turn down the job offer if this bothers. I just want you happy."

She looked at me with pleading eyes, wow she would give up this opportunity just for me?

I smiled lightly at her, "No, mom it's fine. You've worked so hard to finish your schooling, and I'm not going to be the one to hold this family back. I mean I have questions though like when are we going? Do we know where we're going to live? Do I have to finish the rest of senior year there?" Those were just some of the numerous thoughts pounding in my head.

"Thank you so so so much! You don't understand how much I appreciate you accepting this and supporting me." She beamed and continued, "But to answer your questions, we are leaving first thing on Monday morning. I found out about this job offer two weeks ago, so your father and I have been house hunting and we've already bought a house in San Diego. And yes darling, you have to continue school there, but you only have two more weeks, testing should be over and you can walk out and get your diploma!"

"Okay." I replied absorbing all of this information. The one thing that kept echoing throughout my mind was did they really know about this whole plan two weeks ago and they didn't care to tell me until now, not even one week before we actually move? The lack of communication in this family is terrible.

*Two Days Later*

I've been packing my ass off for the last two days and I am finally done. I never realized how much things my room had inside of it until now. Well, it's now Sunday evening and I only have a couple more hours until I finally have to leave New York and everyone in it. Although this is probably the most idiotic idea ever, I am planning to have a surprise talk with Brandon and Daisy for some self-closure. I really want and need to know what happened and why it happened. But, I need to get ready and fix myself up before I visit them because I don't want it to seem like they took a huge affect on me.

I looked into the mirror and cringed when I saw my reflection, dark eye bags circled my lifeless eyes, my face looked very pale, and my long hair was as greasy as ever; in other news I look just awful. Honestly, it is quite obvious that these past events have all took an effect on me, I mean, I look like a zombie. Shaking my head, I quickly turned around and started a warm shower. I took off my clothes and entered the steamy shower, slowly escaping the world.

After my soothing shower was done, I quickly changed into jeans and a comfortable sweatshirt, eh, this will have to do for now. Next, I applied a little amount of eyeliner and mascara because truthfully, unlike some girls I absolutely hate putting on a lot of makeup. Simple was kind of my style.

Finally, once I decided I looked 'lively' enough, I sent out a couple text messages, put my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and exited my house. Before I left, I texted both Daisy and Brandon separately telling them to meet me at the park in different areas. I specifically told them to meet me in different places on purpose, hopefully this will work out...

When I arrived at the park, I spotted Daisy casually on her phone by the swings like I had asked her, I looked across from her and saw Brandon by the field. Okay. Good. Just as planned. I walked up to Daisy and motioned her to follow me, which she gracefully did. We walked in an awkward utter silence, as we got close enough to the field Brandon spotted us. His eyebrows knitted in confusion he questioned out, "Malia? Wait. Daisy? I thought you were doing something important today. What are you doing here?"

She simply kept her head high and replied, "I'm here talking to Malia, this is kind of important. So, care to tell me what are you doing here?" The annoying couple continued to bicker in front of me.

"Will you both please shut the hell up!" I yelled, cutting the 'oh so lovely' couple off. They both looked at me in unison. I continued, "I really just need to know what happened. I'm so lost in everything right now! Why did you do this? How long have you guys been secretly with each other behind me back?"

"Malia look," -- Brandon started his face looked pained, "In the beginning, I admit, I only dated you because I had the biggest crush on Daisy. I thought the only way to get her to want me is to show her I could be boyfriend material and what better way, than by dating her best friend, you. Yes, what a dick move, I used you, I strung our relationship along, but eventually I did start developing feelings for you along the way. I really didn't mean for this to happen. Before my feelings for you got to serious or before our four month anniversary, Daisy and I had an agreement that we would tell you that we had something going on, but I guess at the party we got drunk. And you know the rest..." he awkwardly finished off. Daisy just kind of nodding.

I really don't know what to feel right now, but I do feel something along the lines of hatred, sadness, worthlessness, dejectedness, vulnerability, and basically just numbness. I looked up at the happy couple with tears brimming my eyes and smiled. I need to be fine, they can't see me break.

"Thank you for clearing that up to me, I hope you two got what you wanted. Hope you have a happy life together!" I turned around, leaving, trying to make sure they didn't see any tears about to spill. That is until Daisy whined out, "That's it? You're going? You're just done with your best friend? Malia I know we might have hurt you but please forgive us! Don't shut us out!!" That is such a bitchy thing to say. The phrase, 'might have hurt me' is such an understatement. Why would she think that I'd be perfectly fine with all of this? Weren't best friends not supposed to let the guy get in bewteen them.

Her whole statement made me turn around, I looked into her eyes, "Listen here guys, I feel used and unwanted, I'm sorry I can't be friends with people who betrayed me so much. You guys are dead to me. I hope you enjoy your lives without me, I'm moving anyways." I walked away leaving them speechless.

When I arrived home, I went upstairs and changed back into my pajamas. I got some make up remover and slowly took off my makeup, knowing it would end up all over my face tomorrow if I didn't. Then I collapsed onto my bed, and silently sobbed my heart out just thinking about previous events from hours before. I breathe in and out. It'll be okay. Tomorrow I'm leaving. Tomorrow is a fresh start. New state, new house, new school, new people. Just a couple more hours...

Look out California, because a new an improved Malia Simmons is coming your way.

A/N

I don't know if this update went through, my wifi currently sucks at my house ): but if it did I hope you liked this update in general. I know this is kind of a filler, but I will update again tommorow or in whatever case later tonight. Remember to please follow, like, comment, and vote! :-)

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