Only One

Chapter Eleven

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"So how are you?" He asks.

"Do you honestly care?" I looked over at him and glare.

"Just trying to make conversation," he says.

"I'm just dandy," I state.

"You don't seem 'just dandy'," he points out.

"Like I said before, do you really care?" I asked stopping at a red light.

"Jenny I'm trying to be nice. It's hard to do when you aren't," he snaps at me.

"Well maybe I'm not exactly feeling nice today," I snap back stepping on the gas. Or any other day.

"Well you could try being nice some time. It actually might get you somewhere in life. Maybe make a few friends. Something you are short on," he growls. Did he actually just say that to me? I tightend my grip on the stearing wheel and try to keep my cool.

"Jenny I didn't mean it," he begins. You don't just say that to someone and expect to get away with it.

"Then why did you say it?" I ask glancing at him. He was looking at me. I raised one hand up from the steering wheel and then slammed it down. "You know what? Don't worry about it. It's fine. It's true." I mumbled the last part of that under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" I ask annoyed.

"That last part."

"There was no last part," I lie.

"Yeah there was," he says.

"No there wasn't," I deny.

"You don't mumble very quietly," he points out. This car ride just keeps getting better and better doesn't it?

"It's true alright?" I cracked. I was done. A lot of things I have been thinking spilled out. "I don't have a lot of friends. Actually I barely have any because I'm not nice. Isn't that what you said?" I held my hand up silencing his protests. I was choking on tears, but I continued anyways. "I isolate myself. I'm the girl who everyone thinks is a suicidal freak! That used to be true, but they don't know half the things I have been through. So before you say something make sure you know what's really going on!" I choked back a sob, but that was hard to do. I wiped my eyes with my arm, but it didn't do anything. The tears were spilling down my cheeks and there was nothing to do.

Parker didn't say anything. He only looked out the window. I think I shut him down. I didn't try to, but I did anyways. We got to our neighborhood and I dropped him off in his driveway. He got out of the car, but didn't close the door right away. "Jenny. I know what you've been through. You lost your dad. Someone who was closest to you. If it helps I lost someone close to me too and it sucks."

I looked at him. "Who?" is all I said. He looked at me one last time and then closed the door and walked to his garage. I watched as he pinned the code in and then I drove down the driveway. Who was he talking about? A grandparent? A cousin? It couldn't be me. Could it? Remember, he seems just fine without me. But there was the small one in a trillion chance that is was me. Even so, it is highly improbable. But say that it was me. That could, no would change everything.
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