Six

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Six: You suck, Collins

Saturday.

Still.

7 days.

Friday morning, only yesterday morning, I got a text by an unknown number.

"They're dating. Hahah, you suck, Collins."

I haven't found out who texted it to me yet, and first, I didn't got who was meant either.

When I entered school, the first thing I was was Tyler Martin - stupid Tyler Martin - and a girl in front of his locker, kissing passionately.

The girl pushed him away a bit right then, a playful and happy smile on her face, the beautiful, soft hair in a messy bun and her blue eyes shining.

God dang, this couldn't be true, right?

Of course, of freaking course, it was Lilian.

Lilian.

Kissing.

Tyler.

Dating.

You suck, Collins.

When Lilian spotted me, she quickly pulled Tyler closer and kissed him once again, on purpose.

Still, I see, it's my fault.

I hurt her, and I gotta pay for it.

Not that long, though.

She doesn't need you anymore.

Fine.

I'll go anyway.

Soon.

She hates you.

Who cares?

She doesn't.

Ugh.

Why can't everybody just leave me alone.

I pick some more grass and hear the waves crashing.

God, how much I love Sunset Bay.

Only place I feel home.

Hah.

My cell rings beside me.

"Ever since I can remember everything inside of me just wanted to fit in.

I was never one for pretenders, everything I tried to be just wouldn't settle in.

If I told you what I was would you turn your back on me and if -"

I answer the call.

"Yeah?"

"Jasper?", my mom's high pitched voice asks.

"Yes, mom?"

"Where are you?"

She sounds kinda worried.

"Grandpa's cabin. What's up?"

My mother sighs in relieve.

"Okay, sorry. Everything's alright, Jassy. Will you stay there tonight?"

"Yeah, I think so. Are you fine?",I ask again, because I can hear she's lying.

Jassy?

She hasn't called me that in years, and when she did when I was younger, she always said it when she lied to me.

"I'm perfect, Jassy. Ricky will visit me later. Oh, the nurse is bringing dinner! See you, take care.",my mom mumbles.

Liar, Liar, Liar.

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