Twisted Love

Twisted Love Chapter Two Part 1

Chapter Two

Addie POV

It's been a while since that crazy night with Jimmy, and no, it wasn't like that! After he told what his 'vision' was, I completely lost my cool and yelled for him to get out. I yelled and yelled against his protests and finally he left my room and then after another line of yells and protests, he left my house, but one thing I said might have been harsh.

While I was yelling at him, I called him a freak, and that put pain on his face. What he said after that left me speechless.

His eyes were ice and his hands were shaking with anger as he spoke quietly and clearly, "That's what you think I am? Huh, you and my mom would get along just fine," and then he left. Jimmy already had to deal with that at home, and I completely hurt him, and we haven't talked or even looked at each other since.

"Mrs. McCarthey?" I looked up.

"Yes?" Mr. Howard, my English teacher, was holding his hand out.

"I need your essay on Romeo and Juliet," he said impatiently. I sighed and got out my folder with the essay in it and handed it to him. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I started to going to class, last month after the big fight with Jimmy. I soon found out that I was really intelligent, but that still didn't help the fact that I was guilty for being such an ass. I sighed again and sat through another fifteen minutes of boring lectures. Hey, just because I'm going to class now doesn't mean I like it, which, I don't.

Finally I was saved by the bell, literally because he was giving ANOTHER boring lecture about Romeo and Juliet, as you know is one of the best romances ever told, but when it's being lectured about for a whole hour and thirty minutes, it tends to get annoying. I rushed outside to go my next class and ran into someone.

"I'm sorry," I said as helped the person pick up the books they dropped.

"For what? Calling me a freak or bumping into me?" I froze. Of course, of all people in this fucking school it had to be Jimmy. I looked up at him and he his eyes were ice. I sighed again, and looked down at my feet.

"I'm sorry for both," and then I walked away. Jimmy stood there with his eyes still icy and cold. Apparently my pathetic attempt at an apology was rejected. I walked outside to go to gym and all of sudden Josh was beside me.

"Hello," he said to me deadpan.

"Hey," I said also deadpan.

"Why did you call Jimmy a freak?" he asked his tone and face still expressionless.

"I was angry because of all the bullshit coming out of his mouth about some stupid vision of me dieing!" I yelled which earned some weird looks from people passing by because they couldn't see Josh. Bastards.

"It's not bullshit Addie, it's true. He called me and cried on the phone after seeing his Dad die in that damn car crash!" he yelled back. "He saw that stupid car crash in his head, and he tried to prevent it, but he was too late, what he said wasn't bullshit."

Now I felt guilty, but not entirely believing it. I mean, how am I supposed to believe that Jimmy saw me DIE?

"Well, okay, I'm a little less skeptic, but seriously, what would you do if Jimmy saw you die?" I asked.

"I don't know, being that I'm already dead, you tell me! How does it feel? It's not that you don't believe it's that you refuse to believe and that alone will kill you!" he said. Damn his wisdom. I scoffed and started walking faster but Josh easily kept up with my pace.

"Tell me dammit!" he yelled at me.

"It feels like, I honestly don't know what it feels like!" I lied. Truth be told, it felt horrible to be told your going to die and who or what is going to do it. It seems like all your insides freeze and your only defense is to not believe it.