Improbable

Eleven

Divorced parents are so common nowadays and yet I still don't know how exactly to deal with it. Usually, I just assume the kid is okay. Thinking about it I realise no one in their right mind would be okay with that. Even if it's for the best and they know it, surely it's still hard. My parents are hardly home but when they are it's like they never left each other's sides. I guess they were lucky enough to get it right. For them... it just works.

"That sucks," I whisper. That's all that comes out. A summary of my inability to communicate appropriately with other humans.

"Yeah."

Silence. I would normally throw in an icebreaker but it's too tense and Jared just seems so freaking fragile I wanna cry.

I don't really want to cry. I'm just feeling things.

Jared has his hands shoved into his jean pockets and his brown eyes look like they're digging a hole in the ground.

"Do you wanna go somewhere?"

I'm shocked. I thought this was one of those ends I come across so regularly. I thought he was sick of me and my inability to properly function emotionally.

He's looking at me through a thin fringe of hair. His eyes focused.

"Sure."

He starts walking and I just stare. He looks like a lone wolf, always has, like he doesn't need anyone.

Why is he bothering with you?

He's looking at me now. His broad frame paused and his head turned to see over his shoulder. Brown eyes full of a quizzical look, casually asking- are you coming?

I move forward, taking up a stride next to him. One and a half for every one step of his.

When we reach the carpark I suddenly realise what I'm doing. I'm ditching school... on purpose.
I'm fairly certain if I were in my right mind I'd never do this. What has this boy done to me?

"Where are we going?" I ask Jared when we stop by a small tree. He leans against it searching the horizon in the opposite direction to the school.

"Thinking about the best place to be right now."

"So not school," I joke, chuckling a bit at myself. He seems startled and glances at me.

"What? Never heard someone laugh at their own joke?" I cock one eyebrow up and tilt my head to the side. I probably look mental like a jigsaw puzzle put together wrong but when he looks at me, this time, he smiles. A grin I've never seen. My heart warms up a little and my cheeks blush. He looks back to the horizon.

"Let's go."

He goes and this time I don't hesitate to follow.

AN: Hey, so this chapter is a bit shorter than I wanted but I had to finish it somewhere and I think where they go will be a good start for the next chapter. Where do you think they're going? Somewhere special? Or somewhere new?

The video at the top is The Kooks' song "Forgive and Forget". They're one of the best bands in the world. A bit of a funky beat and the words of the song somehow match where this story is at right now... for now :)