The Dare - b.b

Chapter 32

[Skylar’s POV]

It’s Monday and I haven’t talked to anyone except my family since the fight Saturday and I wasn’t planning on talking to anyone today.

My phone rang as I was getting out of the car. I told Sam to go ahead and picked up the phone, “Hello?” I said, thinking it was my Mom as I rummaged in the back of the car to get my backpack.

“Skylar! Don’t hang up!” The person said from the other side of the phone. I groaned, “What the fuck do you want Max?” I spat, angry that he was making my Monday even more miserable.

“Skylar, I’ve been trying to call you all weekend. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, okay? I messed up, I know, but I love you and I want to be with you,” Max said, saying things that any girl would love to hear but I was not that girl.

“Well guess what Max, you messed up too much for me to forgive you. And even if our world was taken over by zombie llamas and we were the last two people on Earth, I would let the human race go extinct than reproduce with you,” I blabbered into the phone, not making sense to Max or myself. 

“What?” Max asked sounding confused.

“In other words, I don’t love you Max Parker. You’re a stinking, lying asshole who played with my heart and even after we broke up, you still feel the need to make me feel pain,” I gasped into the phone, tears slipping down my face, “So stop calling me okay. Because we’re done and there’s no chance of us getting back together,” I yelled into the phone and slamming my finger on the end button.

Max’s call brought back a whole new wave of emotion that I had been trying to repress all weekend.

Yes, I was upset that he cheated on me. No, I wasn’t upset we broke up. Does that make any sense?

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had unknowingly forced myself into dating Max.

Not because he was like, super hot and nice to me, but because I felt like I was supposed to date him.

It was what my parents expected; it was what Sam expected, hell, it was what I expected.

Max was like a prince charming come to life. He was funny, charming, and handsome, but I feel like he wasn’t being Max.

I feel like the Max that I had come to know was just a shell of someone everyone expected him to be, just like what I had become.

I was a girl I was supposed to be until…until I met Beau, I realized. Beau brought me to life and broke down my walls and brought out the real me.

Beau made me see the world differently and made me realize I didn’t have to do things to please other people; I could be myself.

Well, it didn’t matter now because I had already pushed Beau too far away for him to come back. And anyways, I’m still mad at him for accepting that dare, I told myself, not really believing what I thought. If I was being honest with myself, I had forgiven Beau when he punched Max in the face, but I think I wanted an excuse to stay away from Beau, because I was falling in love with him and he was most defiantly not falling in love with me.

I wiped my tears away and tried to smile at my reflection in my phone and saw that my smile looked as broken as I felt.

Well, hopefully nobody would notice. I turned around, flinging my bag over my shoulder, and ran running into someone’s solid chest.

“Sorry,” I muttered, my eyes meeting some familiar green ones. “Hey, you ok?” Beau asked, his eyes filling with concern when he saw my face.

“I’m great; I’m awesome,” I said sniffing and rubbing my eyes. “No, you’re not Skylar, what’s really wrong?” Beau asked, rubbing my back soothingly. I let myself, selfishly, get lost in his touch for a moment before replying; “Max keeps calling me,” I lied, not meeting Beau’s eyes.