Forever Lasting

Chapter one: Society

Chapter one: Society

Tiffany's POV

It's currently 4 a.m and I'm still up writing this stupid English homework.

Honestly I don't even understand the meaning of this homework, I mean what's the point in writing a 300 word essay on society?

All I have so far is, Society, isn't where love and magical things happen society is where pain and broken hearts fill the air and it's like an infection if you get it. Society is where you're judged and bullied, it's like you can't be yourself in this world because of Society.

And I feel like that's a bit vial but hey, it's my essay right? 

I have exactly two months to turn this shit paper in, why so long you may be asking, no fucking idea. Mrs.Forbes said to the class that we need to actually open our eyes and see what the word society really means to us.

That's a bunch of bullshit to me, I mean the word should be life or death or love, some stupid shit like that.

I should let you know a little about me I guess.

I am 18 years old, I'm a senior at East L.A and I'm boring as fuck.

I'm just a typical 18 year old I guess, I have my own little group of friends and my own little group of people I hate.  I don't "dress to excess" whatever the fuck that means but I still take care of what I look like.

I have long brown hair, and brown eyes, again nothing special, I play Volley ball with my friends outside of school just not on the school team because everyone on that team can suck my ass.

I have a boyfriend named Evan, but I do not love him I really like him just not love yet I guess.  We have been dating for 3 years and my friends think it's weird that I don't 'love' him yet but honestly it's really not.

I mean don't you hate those people that start dating and then two weeks later there in love. That's a big bowl of bullshit to me. Instead of a guy saying I love you he just say bluntly what he is thinking when he says I love you which in pretty much in any case would be ' Hey I'm starting to get blue balls we gonna fuck or nah' I mean how simple would it be if they just said that because either way you're heart is going to get broken.

As any one can already tell I'm the type of person that has an open mind about legality everything.

I live with my dad because my mom is the stupidest slut on the history of planet earth, I have a brother and a sister but they moved out awhile ago.

So it's just me and the old man that means everything to me.

Alex isn't just a 'typical' dad I mean hes fucking awesome.

It's a Saturday and I'm super bored. As if on cue of me thinking this my phone rang.

Incoming call Evan<3

I pushed the answer button and held the phone up to my ear.

"Hey cutie what's up?" I asked as I smiled

" Uh, nothing but I, Um I mean we-we need to talk" Evan said quietly

" About"? I pushed

" I think we need to brake up Tiffany"

I didn't respond, like what the hell was I supposed to think?

" Why"? was all I managed to say

" Well, you see we have been together for like 3 years now and I just don't ... I don't know how to say it."

" I do" I started "simply say it Evan I mean how worse can it get? Your breaking up with me over the phone you've clearly lost all my respect and the label 'man' in my book. So please, enlighten me."

Silence.

Of course he's silent he gets like this whenever we end up fighting. I don't know if i should cry because I really do care about him or be mad and not cry I mean he is my first ever boyfriend.

" I have feelings for someone else, Tiffany you are such a great girl honestly it's just I don't love you. I love everything we did together all the places we went I just don't love you."

And with that I felt the warm tears over come my face it's totally different when someone actually tells you that they don't love you.

" I understand" then I hung up set my phone on my night stand and walked over to my balcony and looked out.

I was still crying and I felt so ashamed to be.

I stared ahead of me until I heard a noise.

To my left I noticed a moving truck across the street so being who I am I turned my head and looked to see who our new neighbor's or neighbor was going to be.

I noticed a older woman probably the mom pick up a box and walk up the stairs and into the house. She had dark brown if not even black hair she was fairly thin and had the prettiest eyes she was beautiful for being older.

I then noticed a younger boy about my age if not a little older pick up  boxes and put them aside so he could grab more. He had light brown hair it was messy due to the move I bet , and he was built as what  I could see he was wearing a white tank-top with gray sweats and it looked like he could of just woken up, either way he was stunning. He had caramel coloured eyes and tattoos, a lot of tattoos. There was a sleeve of them on one arm and what looked like to be a half of one on the other.

He turned his head over in my direction and his eyes meet mine for a split second before I ducked.

You know like in the movies where the girl sees a really hot guy and he catches her staring that's how it was for me and boy do I tell you that it was embarrassing.

I army crawled my way back into my room and got into my bed. The tears were still coming down my face, yet I still didn't know why.

I put my hair into a bun and rested my head on my purple pillow, thinking was all I could do honestly.

The weird thing though was that I wasn't thinking of Evan and what he said to me and how he just dumped me.

All I was thinking about was those damn eyes. They seriously where simply gorgeous.

I closed my puffy, red eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.