It's been 10 years since Avery Zara has seen or heard from her childhood best friend, but now, fate has brought them together again. However, there is just one problem, Beckett refuses to remember the memories he's worked so hard to forget all these...
All time seemed to stop. It was as if I was paralyzed. Beckett finally turned to face me and immediately started to explain how it wasn't what it looked like. I heard none of it. It just turned into white noise.
As my heart and head were fighting in a covert battle, my head captured the upper hand and carried my feet as far away from him as they could while still retaining my consciousness.
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It wasn't until he sat down next to me did I realize that my next block was calculus; a class where I sat right, smack-down next to him.
"Avery, I'm really sorry you saw that. It's not what it looked like, I swear," but I just ignored all his words.
He spent, pretty much the entire class trying to explain, but they all remained abandoned in the tundra.
"Please, listen to me. I-"
"Mr. Jair, there is no talking when I am talking," said the teacher before he went back to the lesson.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
It was in that moment that I made the decision to put him on strike, so I just ignored him for the rest of the week. Not a word, not a sound, not even a glance were to be present.
On Friday, my parents told me they were going on a trip to visit our grandparents and wouldn't be back until Sunday night which meant I had the house to myself. I loved it when these things happened. It meant I got to do all my embarrassing acts and eat all the food I want without having to worry about anybody judging me.
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When I woke up the next day, I looked out my window to see if the car was still in the driveway. It wasn't which meant my independence had begun. I made myself some popcorn, sat on the couch, and watched some YouTube. It was great at first, but early on, I started thinking about Beckett and how lonely I was. I wanted to be with someone at the moment, but who could I call? Gabby told me she was busy doing something else today, so she wouldn't be able to hang out.
What about Josh? I mean, even though we aren't on the best terms right now, he is still one of my closest friends, and this would be a perfect opportunity for us to make up.
I sat up to go grab my phone from my room and gave him a call.
Brr Brr Brr Brr Brr
"Hello?"
"Hey, Josh. I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a little bit or something."
"Are you sure your boyfriend wouldn't have a problem with that."
"I'm sure. Can you come? Please? I'm feeling really lonely right now."
He gave it some thought, "You know what, sure. Why not?"
"Great, I will see you in a little then."
"Okay, bye."
"Bye bye."
We hung up, and I went back to my videos.
Ding Dong
That must be him. I went to go open the door and sure enough, I saw him.
"Hi, come on in."
"Thank you."
He took off his shoes and came into the living room with me.
"So, what's up."
"Nothing much. I just felt like talking to you."
"I can't blame you. I've had those moments. Anyway, I have a question."
"Okay, what is it?"
"How come you called me and not him?"
"Oh..." I paused for a moment, "we aren't exactly on the best terms right now."
"Huh? Did something happen? Was it me?"
"No, of course not. He just did something I might have a hard time getting over,"
"Do you mind if I ask what it was?"
"No. *sigh* I just caught him making out with his ex, also known as my worst nightmare, right in front of me."
His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth, "Oh my gosh that sounds awful. Why would he even think to do something like that to you?"
"I don't know. I just came out of the bathroom, and when I looked next to me, there he was."
Josh began cracking his knuckles, "I'm about to beat both of them up for hurting you like that. Why are you even with him? Obviously he doesn't treat you right. I just don't understand how you could pick him over me. Listen," he took hold of my shoulders and lowered his head down to my level, "he's not right for you. He treats you like trash, and you don't deserve that. I could make you happy. I would spend all my time on you. You would never leave my mind, and the thought of other girls would disgust me. I know you probably won't listen to me, but you should break up with him.
All I could do in the moment was breathe, and even that was nearly lost. I was just speechless.
"Please," he pushed me down on the couch, "give me a chance," and his lips made contact with mine as dominant as ever as if this was his ultimate plan to win over my heart.
Once he released, he looked deeply into my eyes, "Well you didn't push me away, so this must be a good sign right?" Once again, my muscles wouldn't listen to my brain. I was partly dead.
At some point, I just kind-of lost it, "I will be right back," and I ran to lock myself in the bathroom. Beckett was the only person I could think of, so I called him.
"Avery!"
"Beckett," I said on the verge of crying, "I need you."
