Braces and Glasses (Book 2)

Chapter 11

Jacob walked me home around 6 o'clock since it was getting a little dark. He told me that he's going to be in town for the rest of the school year and he's gonna be on Summer tours. He held my hand on the way home and when we got to the porch he kissed my cheek and said that he'll be there for me whenever I need him.

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Tyler's pretty pissed about the whole Mrs. Wilson thing. He doesn't really want to talk to her but he didn't want her to reject us like that.

I began to think about the words I had said to Mrs. Wilson. I was pretty mean. But it was the truth. She can't say that she's here for me when, all the times I need her, she really wasn't here for me.

I shook my head trying to discard the thought from my mind. I don't want to make myself angry just by thinking too much. "So you didn't want to talk to mom?"

Ty shook his head. "There's no point in it."

"What do you mean?"

"She obviously didn't want me from the start. I doubt she wants me now.." He was sitting on the floor of his room while I sat on the bed.

"Don't talk like that, Ty."

"What? She just proved to you that she doesn't want anything to do with us."

"She doesn't want me."

"If she doesn't want you, what makes you think she wants me?"

"You haven't talked to her yet. You haven't had the chance to ruin your potential of being accepted back into her life. I did." I pointed at myself. "The way I treated her- if I were to be talked to by some 17 year old the way I talked to her, I'd get up and leave too." I stood up about to walk out of the room. "That's why no one wants me. I have this way of speaking that makes people hate me. You don't." By this time I was basically yelling. "Every time I open my mouth I end up saying something that I don't mean to say and someone gets angry and then they hate me." I threw my hands in the air as I finished my last sentence. I stopped and looked at him. My breathe was heavy.

Wow Taylor.

"I'm sorry, Ty. I didn't mean to yell.." my breathing slowly became lighter and I walked out the room.

Dang it. Dang it. Dang it. Dang it. Dang it.

What is wrong with me?

I walked across the hall to my room and slammed the door shut. I slipped my glasses off and lied down on my bed. I faced the ceiling and just lied there.

(One thing I hate about writing is that I just don't understand the ways I'm suppose to use lay and lie. So please bear with me.)

I can't have one normal conversation without yelling at someone. I just don't get it.

I don't get why I can't control my anger or my temper.

riiiing riiiing

It was my phone ringing.

I sighed a long, tired sigh before digging in my pocket for my phone.

Prodigy.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

"Hey, Taylor. What's up?"

"It's been a long day.." I put emphasis on long. I wanted to tell him about it but I don't want him to think I'm mad at him.

"Been pretty busy, huh?"

I inhaled, about to say something but all that came out was, "Yeah." I finally exhaled.