Confusingly in Love

· Chapter 1 ·

I sit in math class, tapping on my desk, looking at the clock's hand tick around and I sigh vocally. I tilt to my right side, bringing out my baby (camera) out of my bag.

It's been a while since I've touched this camera. It has so many memories; After the breakup me and Darius went through.

He was literally the boy of my dreams. But, I thought wrong. He would tell me everyday, "our relationship is my happily ever after, that I want to keep on for the rest of our lives.

But that's until he cheated on me for a whole year with my old best friend Gabby. Oh, and yes. A year I said. You're probably thinking I'm dumb and all, but I've known the dude since second grade, so I trusted him a lot, thinking he wasn't that low enough into doing it.

Bastard.

I turn it on, looking at the battery, seeing that there's a little juice left. I look through the photos. I begin to smile seeing the old pictures I took two summers ago in Africa. It was wonderful.

The people were nice, the children looked as if they had the most happiest lives. But as a child, it wasn't the best. My father. The one I loved dearly, the one who made me become who I am today. Committed suicide. Everybody loved that man. He was a very famous news reporter, he donated to many shelters, and he's made his own as well. 

His death popped up, then that's when my shitty childhood began. I was seven at the time when his death happened. Sense me and my mom wasn't the closest; due to work. She'd haul me around with her while she worked, and she told me to my face after the death of my father.

He was nothing but a coward, and I don't want you to be like that, ever. This is why I'm bringing you; it's to teach you a lesson. To make you come out successful, and never give up on life.

She would say. ^^

I click through more pictures, coming across me and Darius in a picture. Kissing. God, I miss his kisses.

Never mind. Gross.

I take a look at the picture one last time, then I press delete. I take a deep breath, then I start to remember I have history homework.

Woop-Dee-Fucking-Doo.

The bell rings after, and the students rushes in. My teacher Mr. Buldver does after. My best friend Parker arrives in two minutes later, smiling widely as he sees me.

Mr. Buldver crosses his arms, giving him a irritated look. "Why are you late, Mr. Owens?" He says in a irritated tone.

"I ran out of gas, so I had to flirt with an old woman into giving me a lift. It was a success." He says happily. He walks down the aisle, doing a couple of handshakes with his soccer buds or whatever you males call your friends.

Mr. Buldver rolls his eyes. "Hm, yeah, okay. Just don't let it happen again. I don't want to have to tell Coach Silver."

Parker gets up, coughing a bit. "Please don't, please don't, please don't." He says desperately, the class laughs.

I laugh at him as well, looking at the look on his face.

"Sit down, kid." Mr. Buldver says as he turns around to his chalkboard. He picks up a tiny piece of his chalk from his desk, writing down today's lesson on the board.

And yes, I said a freaking chalkboard. That dude is so old school.

"That's not funny, girl." Parker says to me, sitting in his desk, which was beside mine. "How about you join soccer and see how it's like."

"No thanks, buddy. I'm not interested." I stick my tongue out at him.

He smirks widely at me, sticking his tongue back out as well. "That's what I thought, you chicken."