The Misfits

Jake

I have to admit that I really liked Gwen even if I was desperately trying not to let her know that. After that fight with her in the cafeteria I felt like complete crap. I really liked this girl and I thought that I blew it. So, I went into the music room and started playing piano to cool myself down.

Then I decided to apologize to Gwen or just get out of there before someone found me, I'd have a lot of explaining to do. But there she was, her warm body leaning against my legs before she hurriedly stood up. I loved the way her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail like she didn't care about her appearance. I loved how she just threw in a headband as an attempt at looking a touch nicer because she wanted to be presentable at all times.

Her bright green eyes were big and beautiful and she had these perfect, full, pink lips that were so kissable. But I couldn't let myself get distracted.

Then I listened to her song that she played on the cello, she was amazing at it. Her fingers moved delicately like the cello was an injured animal and the music rang out beautifully. I understood the frantic tune of her music. It was just like my mom and dad fighting with each other about his alcohol addiction. Her parents fought. Then in the end, when it was all sad and slow, I knew they were in a divorce.

It's amazing how much you can find out about a person just by listening to a song they wrote. I knew she was the one after she seemed to understand every single bit of the song I showed her. No other girl has understood that song, they just thought it was pretty and called me a baby for trying not to cry afterwards.

You don't get what it's like to have a your dad try to kill you and your mom then have your mom try and kill herself anyways. It was crappy, that's what it is! And sad, I felt like I've been betrayed by both my parents. I wasn't enough for my mom to stay alive and I wasn't enough to be alive according to my dad.

After a while, Gwen and my bodies pressed against each other, I pulled away and looked at her as she looked up at me. "Thank you, Gwen." I whispered to her.

Gwen looked up at me with those big, sad eyes. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't kiss her, I couldn't hug her, I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry about your parents, Jake. I understand." She replied.

I tried to give her a stony expression like she said the wrong thing, but my face wouldn't cooperate. I didn't want to trust another girl after what happened with the last. Nothing works right, it all fails and continues failing and I don't know how to get it right. But there was something about Gwen that made me stop.

I nodded at her and stood up from the piano, feeling cold without her arm brushing against mine. I walked out of the music room without another word and went into the boy's bathroom, hoping that nobody had seen me.

Last month I moved here from Utah after my grandparents couldn't care for me anymore, they were too old. I moved in with my single aunt who was literally three years older than me. It was sort of weird hanging out with a girl that I could date if she weren't my aunt.

I stared at my reflection. Messy black hair, bright blue eyes that looked too welcoming. My cheeks were blotchy and my eyes were red. I sighed and scrubbed my face with water and dried it so that it looked a little more natural, so that it didn't look like I was crying.

The bell rang, it was almost time for the next class to start. I sighed and walked out of the boy's bathroom and to my locker. My next class was English, I was secretly hoping that I would see Gwen there but also hoping that she was too. I hardly knew the girl but I cried in front of her.

But then again, I guess I did know a lot about her. Her parents used to fight a lot, they're in a divorce, she's obviously new here, and she loves cello. She seemed like a simple girl, really feisty and short tempered but a sweet goody-two-shoes. I kinda liked her.