I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Fourty-Four

"YOU CAN'T JUST LET SOME GIRL FLIRT WITH YOU!" "Look I don't see what the big deal is. I didn't act on it, I simply ignored her." "I can't believe you! Really close to Valentine's day! There are things called words Jake! Maybe use them when situations like that come up." "Maybe if you weren't so tense all the time then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. You assumed I was cheating on you, and you are getting onto me for doing something wrong, when you clearly don't trust me. There is no relationship if there's no trust." He walked away, and I felt worse than I did when Max pointed it to me. "I didn't mean to cause a fight." "Don't...don't even worry about it. The gig is off tonight. Enjoy your weekend." My voice cracked and I tried so hard to not bolt from the room. I grabbed my things and left the school, trying so hard to not dissolve into a puddle of makeup and tears. My home came into view and I felt a pit start to form in my stomach. I tried with every fibre of my being to swallow the lump in my throat. I pushed open my front door and I immediately regretted it. I forgot Patrick told me that we're having people over tonight and all weekend. I was supposed to stay at Jake's all weekend and come home Monday. "I thought you weren't going to come home." If everyone's eyes weren't on me before, they definitely are now. "Uh yeah. Max got sick, decided to call off the gig and Jake's mom is against anyone at his." I pushed past the group in the living room, feeling dirty for the lie that had just escaped my mouth. I bounded down the stairs to my room, throwing down my backpack with a force that made a loud thud against the floor.

I kicked off my shoes and ran my hands over my face. I tried to swallow the urge to cry, succeeding after some time. I felt numb, like my brain is trying to block my emotions from pouring out. I heard a knock on the door and a creak indicating that it was pushed open. "Ty, you looked upset. Is everything okay?" "Everything's fine. Just bummed about our gig." "Okay, if anything else is going on, I want you to know that you can come to anyone of us, 'specially Pete and I." I nodded, keeping my eyes trained on a little patch of carpet. "I'm going to the library to study." I pushed myself off my bed and grabbed everything I needed. "Come home before 8 please. Do you need a ride?" "I'll call you if I do need one. Bye." With my shoes back on my feet and the need to escape the house and all the suffocating questions that came with it. I got to the library fairly quickly. I found a seat in an empty part of the fiction section and I immersed myself into work.

"Miss, we're closing the library." I looked up from my laptop, checking the time as I did. 8:22. "Shit, thank you." I packed up all my things and rang Pete. "Where the hell are you?" "I was working on school work and I lost track of time. Won't happen again. Can you please come get me at the Memorial Library?" "Fine, I'll be there in 5." He hung up and I just knew he'd be angry with me.

If only predicting the future paid well, Pete is indeed mad. "You need to pay more attention. I thought something happened to you." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize the time until they closed." "No band practice for a week. And no gigs either." I shrugged, honestly I'm not sure they'll be a band anymore. I really fucked things up with Jake and WRD isn't anything without our lead guitarist and backpack singer. "You don't seem so upset." "It's whatever." I didn't say anything more, I didn't want to say the possibility of my hard work going down the drain out loud. I couldn't shield myself from reality, but I could damn well try with everything I have. When we got to the house, Patrick had attacked me with some yelling and hugging. "She isn't upset at all?" "Not at all. 'It's whatever' are her exact words." I rolled my eyes, hoping a hole in the ground would open and swallow me whole. "Can I go to bed? I have work in the morning and I'd like to get the best sleep I could hope to get." "Yeah go. We're not done with this discussion." I retreated back to my room, feeling weary and done with today and its events. I wish I had never got into a fight with Jake that could go North or South for us as a couple and our band. I wish I never stayed late at the library. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, not caring that I didn't eat dinner. I climbed into bed and hoped that whatever awaited me that night wouldn't be as bad as today.

"NO!" I bolted upright into a sitting position. My body sweaty and shaky. I shivered and threw the blanket off of my body. I tried not to think of the chilling nightmare that sent a shock of fear through my body. I looked over at my alarm clock, squinting against the brightness. 6:57. I guess I could get up now. I put my feet on the floor, my toes curling from the texture of the carpet. I stumbled toward the bathroom, a silent pray for a nice warm shower would wake me up and wash off the fear. I washed up, feeling only slightly better. The war inside my head is ongoing, and I could tell that the part of me that hoped an opportunity to talk things out with Jake, is losing.