"Stephanie, I'm telling you something is sooo off." I argued. " Dev n-e-v-e-r acts like this ... well he'd occassionally lie to me about stuff but he'd tell me and come clean after ... but now?"
"Listen, I know he seems off, I saw it. He doesn't wanna talk to me though so I guess you'll have figure it out but to be honest I think he's just going through a phase. You know how boys are, " she said.
"Stephie!" I whined. "Could you please try to talk to him. After all, you are his sister, you live in the same house! He doesn't return my calls or anything! When he does he doesn't send ANY smilies." I practically shouted that statement into the phone. No wonder my mother is always in the know about my drama!
"M'kay, but not guaranteed an answer. Meet up with him or --" she told me but I interrupted her. "What if he's cheating on me!" I shrieked into the phone. "Oh my god, he's cheating on me. No wonder the cold shoulder! I bet it's that stupid, blonde slut he was texting."
"Liss, don't come to conclusions like that. He'd never cheat on you, he's not that stupid to take you for granted. I mean ya, sure you're kinda annoying sometimes, often, but he'd be such an a-hole if he was. I don't think my bro's an a-hole, soooo...,"
"Oh my god! Really ? Really Stephanie? I'm annoying? Atleast I dont spam you at 5 in the morning with cat videos because I couldn't sleep and got bored. But m'kay, if you wana go there we'll go there." I teased her. "But trust me, I've got loads of records on your annoyance, so you'll have to plead guilty. "
"Oh, never realized we're in court, you smart ass! And for the record cat videos ARE funny even at 5 a.m. In fact they're funniest at 5 a.m.! Ok, I better go now or the dog will poop in the house." With that she hung up.
"See you," I mumbled to the dead line.
***
Dev came close to me and grabbed my waist, smirking, pulled me close to his body and my breathing accelerated; my heart pumping blood 3 times faster than normal. I felt my cheeks flush. His handsome blue eyes looked into mine, he was biting his lip. I put my hands around his neck and looked at his lips. He must've felt my desire to kiss him so he kissed me, passionately. We slammed into a wall but continued kissing not interrupting our amazing kiss. I felt his hands trail off to my thighs; he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pressed me even closer to the wall. I started taking off his shirt. He started walking to the bed. He dropped me and gently lay on top of me. He broke our kiss and pressed his forehead against mine.
"I love you, Lissa Hart."
"I love you too," I quickly whispered to him and slammed into his lips again, he bit my lip taking off my shirt. He kissed my lips, then my neck, then my chest--
"LISSA! "Wake up, you're going to be late for school!" Someone shouted and slammed the door shut.
I yawned and twisted making my spine crack and then yawned again.
"Urg, I hate school," I mumbled and sat up rubbing my eyes. As soon as I finally started thinking clearly, I remembered my dream and my hand immediately flew to my lips. I missed Dev, so much it hurt. The fact that the taste of his lips and his touch around my waist was all a dream made my chest seem hollow but heavy. A tear slipped from my eye. I got up and ran to my phone.
NO TEXT MESSAGES
Did he love me anymore? I started typing a text to him saying: 'I miss you.' but quickly erased it. I didn't want to seem needy.
I looked at the time and immediately got to my morning routine.
"Morning," I said to my family as I walked to the fridge to grab a yoghurt.
"Sweety, I made you pancakes."
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." I mumbled, rolling my eyes and taking my car keys. "Gotta go, bye!"
***
"Lissa! Lissa!" My best friend, Stephanie came running to me, just as I was getting out of my car.
"What?" I exclaimed, smiling hoping it's about Devvy.
"He's gone." Just hearing those words, broke my heart into a million little pieces. All these questions formed inside my head. In what way gone? Where gone? Why? I felt my eyes well up with tears and the pain inside my chest just increased. "W-w-what d-do you mean ... g-gone?" I stuttered.
"Oh, no, no. Liss, no. Don't cry, you'll smudge your mascara! I don't mean in the gone as in I walked into his room to a dead-Dev." She smiled, but my bottom lip just started trembling even thinking about that. "He's not home. Last night he stormed into his room after an arguement with dad and this morning his room was empty." Her smile faded and worry filled her features. They looked so alike: water blue eyes; straight, black hair; slim body and amazing jawline.
The more I looked at my bestfriend the more the tears begged to escape my eyes. She just reminded me of him so much. I couldn't help it and tears streamed down my face, my shoulders shaking.
"Oh, no," Steph said and bear-hugged me as tightly as she could as her long arms could. Ten minutes later the bell rang. Calmed down now, I left the comforting hug and said, smiling: "Uh. Do you have a mirror? I probably look terrible..."
"Uh, lets just go to the bathroom." She laughed. "And, um, quickly!"
"Oh, god! Do I look that terrible?" I asked and we pulled her to run wih me tot he bathroom.
***
I entered the bathroom and just stared at my reflection. I don't think I've cried this hard in a long time, and even then I didn't look so scary. I literally look like that girl from 'The Ring'. I was only missing the black, soaked hair. Steph pushed me to the sink and turned it on. "Liss, come on, no time to admire your addicting beauty. Especially right now."
"Ha ha. Funny." I said sarcasm intended while I wiped my face clean. "Urg, my nose is red and my eyes are puffy now. Do you have make-up?"
"Lissa! Really? We're late to the damn Biology class and you're asking me about make-up?" She shouted at me and dragged me out of the bathroom and to the class by my forearm.
"Act normal and just agree with everything I say." Steph instructed when we we're approaching the class."So we wont have to repeat 2nd Grade."
When some one tells me to act normal I immedeately go red and I stutter and end up saying the most stupid things, like 'Sorry, I'm late. My unicorn was late to pick me up.' I'm pretty sure that's why Steph was always the one to make excuses for us since we we're like, 7. Once, in 2nd Grade, our math teacher asked us why we missed the first 2 weeks of school and I just blurted out that 'We went to Russia to look at the mummies.' I think that did it for Steph. I mean I can't blame myself a stupid 7-year-old ... not that anything changed now, 9 years later.
***
I couldn't concentrate in Biology, no matter how hard I tried, I just ended up zoning out and thinking about where Dev could've left, why he would've. WHy didn't he text me? Are we together anymore, or am I the only one in this relashionship?
"Miss Hart, could you please classify the common turtle?"
"The -- what? I'm sorry, i'm just really tired..."
"Yeah, make sure to get enough sleep so you wouldn't have to catch up on that in my class. As I was saying ..." Mrs. Landers continued talking but I didn't listen, an idea was bouncing around in my head ready to be caught and planned.
A few minutes later the bell rang and I practically jumped out of my seat and ran through the door, grabbing Stephs wrist on the way. I rused her to the toilet, this was urgent and insane but it was the perfect plan.
