Break Your Heart, Mend Mine

7

~picture of Laye's place

I look over Clark's shoulder and see him standing there. Where is all the glory, beauty and love I once felt and saw when I looked at this guy?

"Uuum... Clark? I think you should go now.", I look back at Clark who is now standing beside me facing Trey.

"You sure you'll be fine?", there is traces of concern in his voice.

"What? You tryna say I'll hurt my own girl?", Trey interupts our little quiet talk. It's obvious how Clark's presence annoys him,but hey! I'm not supposed to care.

Wait!! What? Did he just say his girl??!

"Your girl?! Seriously Trey??!", now that's just crossing the line of lines. After he pushed me away like he did? Now he stands there speaking that load of bullcrap?

"Laye", he attempts to walk up to me, I instictively move behind Clark who also moves infront of me, earning an exasparated sigh from Trey.

"Listen, why don't you just leave us alone?!", he shouts at Clark.

"You are the one who should be leaving!", Clark deadpans at him.

Guardian angel, if you are anywhere near here, please get me out of here. Grab me and fly us inside and let's hide there and eat popcorn and watch movies and I'll be the best girl ever!

"Laye!", Clark slightly shakes my shoulder.

"Yes! Uuh, sorry! Can you please just go? ", I look from one to the other, "both of you!"
"Laye...", Trey starts.

"Listen!", I raised my hand at him. "Especially you. Go and dive into the pacific and never swim to the surface again", I was thinking that, guess I also said it. I don't hang around anymore and just go inside.

I hear them shouting at each other a bit more. Okay! I understand Trey is just being the ex that wants to come back. But Clark??? Why would he be so concerned about me?

I decide to wrap up that thought and put it at the back of my mind. I do that with stressing things that I can't find answers to. It doesn't help, but it gives me temporary peace.

First ring, second ring, third ring... Steph picks up.

"Hey Steph!",

"Laye", she had been crying and sounds like she's depressed.

"How are you doing!?", rhetorical question.

"Fine!", Liar.

I sigh, normally, when we call each other, we have tonnes to speak about. We would chatter endlessly about nonesense for hours. But now, there is nothing to say.

"Did you talk to him? How is he? Will he ever forgive me Laye? I miss him so much.", the last part was a mere whisper and I felt my heart break for her.

"He's okay.", I stay silent

"Aand....?!", not all her questions were answered.

"I really don't know what he'll decide. I did what I could but in the end, he's an adult with his own heart.",

"I guess so.", silence. "Well, good night best friend. And thank you!",

"Same. Try to cheer up.", I hang up and lay in bed.

So I'm trying to think. And then he comes to mind. Why on earth... ugh! I turn on my side and fall asleep.

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0800hrs. I wake up and look at my alarm clock. No way I'm getting up. Today is saturday and I want peace. But as soon as I place my head back on my pillow, the damn phone starts ringing.