Forget 1/2 (On Hold)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

She was nothing like the other girls her age.

Astrid Blark did not drink. She did not smoke. She did not watch sad movies or eat pounds and pounds to take away the pain. Astrid used the pain to her advantage.

To feel more alive.

To forget.

I was always the type of girl to get attached easily.

A cute guy apologizes for bumping into me?

Bam.

I'll be thinking about him for at least an hour.

That's only the basics. I get pretty attached to the past, too.

It's mostly old people, old places, old, old, old. Or sometimes it's new places and new people. New York City and full time YouTubers.

Lately it's been a certain guy who messed with my head but that's definitely beside of the point.

I wish I didn't get so stuck, though. It gets in the way of my right now.

My present tense.

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I have never liked going in the ocean.

I never will.

It's the fact that you can't control where you go that scares me, I think. What with the rip currents and slimy creatures of the sea.

Everyone shuns me for it because my house is located right on the sand. It's nice, though, to be able to go on walks and smell the salt air. It serves as a mini getaway- depending on how crowded the beaches are.

A crowded beach in California only needs three things-

1. Permanent sunshine

2. Crazed tourists

3. Breast implants and spray tans

Going to school here is even worse. Every hallway is crowded with superficial brats. The brats think I enjoy their company.

Everyone thinks I enjoy their company.

Which, I do.

I'm not a faker.

I enjoy people's company when I'm with them and it's genuine then.

I'm just your typical dirty blonde type of girl.

Nothing special.

"Good morning comet" I could feel Ryder's thighs against mine when he sat down in my bus seat. I knew he was smiling at me, too. The way that his words escaped his lips.

When I let my headphones fall from my ears I looked at Ryder and smiled. He's the only guy I've fully trusted. He's one of the only people I care deeply for.

Still smiling, "Where did you get that?"

"Huh?"

"Comet."

"Oh." He blushed and looked down, avoiding eye contact. "You are a shooting star. You are amazing every second of every day." Now he looked up. "And, I admire you for that."

It was my turn to transform into a strawberry.

Ryder winked at me as he was pulling his beats headphones over his ears.

That is the difference between Ryder and I.

Ryder is so sure of himself. He knows what he was meant for in life and he cares about popular name brands.

What would I do without your smart mouth?-

"No." I stated out loud as I hurriedly skipped All of Me by John Legend. I hated that song because of a guy. The one who messed with my feelings. My mind wandered as I scrolled through my phone, searching for an upbeat song. I turned to the boy beside of me.

"Why do a lot of guys suck?" I furrowed my brows in the midst of my sentence, realizing how loud I was being.

"Why do you suck? Whore." I heard someone shout from the back of the bus. I knew that voice. I hated that voice. Ryder turned quickly and aimed back, "Shut up Damien! You should have better things to do than make fun of people you used to care about!"

Oh, yeah.

He used to care about me.