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Chapter 7.5

We'll never be those kids again

Smiling at my phone, I begin dialling Chase's number. Half an hour's been up since we parted ways from the park. Okay, I lied, it's been an hour, but whoops? Anyways, that's what he gets for ruining my triple ice-cream chocolate-chip sundae, am I right?

I lift the phone to my ear, waiting for him to pick up the call. A few rings, and the phone takes me to voicemail. I bring back my screen to where I can see it, a woman's voice now giving me instructions on what to do in order to leave a voicemail

Confusedly looking at my phone, I grip it a tinge bit tighter, like it would change anything. Chase would die to get out of that house, the Mathews household. But yet, he doesn't pick up the call. Nor did he leave any text messages.

I have no idea whats up with him at the moment, but I'm sure hoping nothing bad has happened to him. It's always bros before hoes; he knows that rule and literally lives by it. He was the one who made it clear to the rest of the gang.

What the hell is going on?

•*•*• Two Hours Later •*•*•

"Hey Jayden! You won't believe what, sorry I mean who I've found. This shit is legendary! Two amazing players of soccer! Well, I haven't seen them play yet, but they're gonna be going to Bev Hills! I know! I think we just found our replacement for Barry! Anyways, sorry for not picking up your calls. I mean if that's why you're not picking up, sorry dude. Alyssa dragged me to the mall. Oh, and I met this girl. Not saying I like her or anything, but she's got guts, and she's hot. I'm only telling you this because when I saw her, your face instantly popped up. I called her pretty, and get this. She and Alyssa both said she's not pretty, at the same time. That's what girls literally crave for! Come on, don't tell me that's not what you dig. She doesn't seem like a badass, just a carefree person who is craving something. I couldn't quite tell with her. I mean, half the time her accent is so mind blowing. I'm pretty sure she's a brit. A brunette head, with a very thick and a clear difference. Yup, totally your style! Anyways, see ya later bud, the new guys, Cody and Jordan are gonna have a match. For once, I wanna stick round this place."

Puzzled, I laugh.Me, like a girl? No, no no no! That's impossible. You can't expect me to get stuck in a trap?! All girls are the same. They crave something materialistic. Money, Power, Fame, Titles above their heads. I learnt that through the hard way. From that girl. I refuse to fall for the same on twice.

I'm better than that. And I know my worth. I will not let anyone trample over me like in the past. Especially that a girl who lures me into a trap by her charm or good looks. Which genuinely don't faze me at all. No, I don't feel an ounce of regret, remorse, guilt.

This is what a past does to a person. It changes them, moulding them into an entire different person. Things happen for a reason. I believe that. And that escapade, it happened to let me know that many think love a game, a source for their materialistic needs and greed. Its all an act. It happened to me, to warn me. Thus my cold and hard exterior.

No one apart from my gang has been able to break those huge walls of ice. But, in a sense, they were kinda lucky. They were able to get in before I had completed the wall. When a few inches was left, it was like they sensed it and jumped into my world with me, shaking my plans, my history. And I'm grateful.

Sometimes, I wish I could back in time. To my past self, the loved self, the always happy self, the one who knew better times would pass, the one who wasn't abandoned. To my naive self. Where I genuinely liked life. And now, well. I hate it.

It's never been the same. Ever. But that's where everything ends. There's another thing to learn from that. After everything happens, don't dwell on it unless it will affect you in the future. What's done is done. Also, get something through your mind while your at this stage:

We'll never be those kids again.