Falling - NOAH CENTINEO

ch. 3 | Permission Granted

Monday morning rolled around and my mom still wasn't back yet.

Luckily, Noah's family was nice enough to feed me dinner last night and Noah made sure I was up for school.

Ever since my parents divorced, my mom was barley home. She rarely texted to tell me when and where she was going. But without fail, there was always money on the counter, signaling she had left.

It was nice, though. Ever since my Dad left her for his mistress and their new kid on the way, she went crazy. Constantly crying and starting to drink around 11 am. A few months ago, she read a book saying that traveling would help her heal. Since then, shes done nothing but travel alone. It was nice seeing her happier, but when the pain would come back, she'd be packing another suitcase to God knows where.

She's never been gone over a week though with no communication. I texted her last night and asked when she was coming back, but there was still no answer.

Noah's car horn honked in the driveway, telling me to come outside. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked outside. Noah was singing along to some song and gave me a big smile.

I opened the car door and slid in.

"Why are you dressed so fancy?" Noah asked, side-eyeing me.

I was wearing a cute dress today with booties that I paired with my straight hair and makeup. I wanted to show Anthony exactly what he gave up. Over the weekend, I had done some hardcore thinking: I am hot shit. I wanted him to beg for me back and I wanted to rub it in his face that I'd never go back to a dick like him.

"Just felt like it." I responded, smiling to myself.

"Okay." Noah laughed, driving out of our neighborhood.

We stopped by Rita's house, followed by our other good friend Mark. We were a tight-knit group and it was amazing having such supportive friends.

"So," Rita said, putting a hand on my shoulder from the backseat. "How are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm-okay." I said, trying to persuade myself. "I'm good." I said.

"Okay," She said, not at all too sure herself.

"Yo, Noah, did you hear about that girl Kira?" Mark asked.

"Umm." Noah said, looking awkward.

"Who's Kira?" I asked.

"She's noth-"

"Some hot ass chick that wants Noah." Mark explained.

"What? Why have I not heard about this?" I asked, suprised.

"Because I'm not into her." Noah said, shrugging.

"Dude, she's smoking. How are you not into her?" Mark asked, clearly jealous.

"Just not into the popular, pretty, bitch, I guess." Noah, laughed.

I snorted. Of course he wasn't into that. Noah was never into that. He was the star of our Lacrosse team and every girl wanted him. Noah had always been very choosy and he hasn't had many girlfriends because of that.

"Whatever, dude, but if she ever talks to you; mention me." Mark winked.

We all giggled. Mark was super sweet and funny. Not bad looking either, but for some reason, girls just weren't into him. He was sort of the class clown, not really the relationship type.

"Will do, buddy." Noah laughed.

We pulled up into school and the first thing I saw was Anthony getting out of his car. I cringed at the sight. I can't believe I dated that.