Lost Love

Chapter Two

I wake up to sound of my Favorite radio station, 102.3 NOW! Radio blasting through to speakers of my clock. I groan as I roll out of bed. I grab my phone and turn on Spotify, I play the song Unforgettable by French Montana. I waltz over to my closet and pull out my black Adidas hoodie and my matching pair of Adidas track pants, the ones with the white stripes on the side.

Once I'm done I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth, I don't eat breakfast anymore, no lunch either. The grief I'm constantly feeling makes me lose my appetite, but I eat dinner, because I know my mom worries. I make my way downstairs and see a note on the counter.Hey honey, work called and they finally put me on a morning shift! see you after school. Love, Mom. Well, that's a shocker. I'm glad they fixed her shift.

I make my way out of the front door making sure I lock it behind me. I start walking to school, it's cold today probably around 2 degrees. I'm walking for about 10 minutes before I see the schools' huge sign, "Halls way School."

"Hey mate," my bestfriend Jared yells from across the street. He moved here from Australia last year.

"Hey man, you're early," I say chuckling. Jared is the most tardy student I know, he might be on time once a year. So, this came as a surprise to me. Man, today is full of surprises.

"Oh shut up!"

I don't reply and we walk in silence into the school. I go to my locker, number 228, and grab put my bag away. I grab everything I need for my first class, Chem 20. Just then I'm stopped by the most annoying voice, Emma Shlick.

"Hey baby, where you off to," She uses her high (higher than usual at least) voice, sending me a wink.

"Oh dear lord," I mumble before turning around. "what do you want, Emma?" I'm half past annoyed and she hasn't even said anything yet..

"Wellll I was just wondering if you'd wanna go out with me. You know, it's been like a few months since that ska- since Emily died. You really need to get over her," she yakked. I feel utterly disgusted. How dare she tell me to just "get over," Emily. I feel a lump in my throat, I can't cry in front of her, I won't.

"Emily is not just someone I can 'Get over,' she was my first love," I'm choking up. " I have to get to class." I turn on my heels and ignore her when she calls my name.

I make my way to Mr. Andersons class, room 129. When I finally get there I take a seat at the back of the class. The lump in my throat is still there, I feel like my throat is just burning. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, I have to get out of here. I raise my hand and wait to be called on.

"Yes, Jacob?" Mr. Anderson says whilst pointing at me. I feel like I'm going to burst into tears, but I try my best to keep it together.

"May I b-be excused," I don't know how I managed to choke that out, but I did.

"Be quick."

I sprint out of the class and to the boys washroom. I rush into a stall and just start to sob. I miss Emily so much. I still can't fathom what happened to her. I know it's been a few months and I shouldn't still be this full of grief, but hell she's the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, my high school sweetheart. I know how cliché that is, however it's still the truth. I exit the stall, just sniffling now. I look in the mirror and see how red my eyes are. I splash cold water on my face and leave the washroom. I make my way back to class and take a seat.

The rest of the day passes fairly quickly. I was approached by Emma a few more times, I ignored her. She doesn't deserve my time, she disrespected Emily. By the end of the day I realized I've had to leave just about every class, so I could go to the washroom and cry. Can you now see why I dread school so much? I hate the stares, all full of pity. The whispers, the rumors, all of it, just horrible.

I despise being popular, I honest to god do. I hate having girls all up on me, I don't want them. I'm flattered that they take interest in me, but I only want one girl, Emily and she's gone. I hate the whole clique thing too. I'm stereotyped as a huge douche, quite frankly, I'm not. I gather my things from my locker and make my way home, avoiding everyone at all costs. As I get closer and closer to my house I see an unusual truck sitting in my driveway. A black 2018 RAM 1500 ST, it's lifted too, my mom would never drive that, her friends wouldn't either. I open the door and see the devil himself, my father.

"Hello, son. Long time no see, eh?" He wraps me into his arms and I push away. I told you today is full of surprises.

A/N
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