Fragments

Jealousy

Ryder's POV

I arrive at home tired and defeated. As I walk around I notice that my parents are not awake, everything's been turned off except for a little lamp in the large living room.

I perch onto the side of the sofa and then fall back to stare at the ceiling.
All that crosses my mind is the argument Nevaeh and I had.
Even if I could tell her she wouldn't believe me, she doesn't trust me anymore anyway. I've ruined what we had with that kiss.

Why did I have to kiss Elena?

The question hovers around and I let it. What more could go wrong?

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Kaleb's POV

I push open the door to Nevaeh's room hoping to find her in there tucked in bed and asleep.
As I walk in a little closer I notice that she isn't there, where the hell could she be?

Quickly, I slip my phone out of my pocket and immediately call Nevaeh.
No answer.

I haul my self out of her room and rush towards the front door. And without warning I trip over something and collapse onto the floor, I sit up and brush my self down a bit before looking at what I tripped over.

"K-Kaleb?" A small cracked voice asks me.

I face the voice and I detect a sobbing Nevaeh, drooped on the porch.

"Hey I'm sorry." I whisper, trying not to upset her more than she already is.

"Look you really scared me, where were you?" I ask her quietly.

She looks up at me with a tear-streaked face and just sighs.

"No where."

She pushes herself up and walks off into the house. What is going on?

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Nevaeh's POV

Its the end of the week and I haven't seen or heard even a whisper from Ryder.

WhileI walk to my english class I hear a couple of people chattering about a party at some boys house tonight, and I instantly think that Ryder will be going and that alone drives me off of it.

A while later and I'm sitting in my seat for english waiting on the teacher—or ryder— to get in.

Where the heck is he? I stop to consider, maybe he is trying to avoid me after that night.
Still, I don't have to put up with his changing behaviour or his subtle flirting so that's a plus.

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A while later my feet stumble into the house and I plop my bag down onto the floor, hoping to have the house to my self.
But unsurprisingly enough, my father walks into the living room with his phone in his hand.

"Hey kid." He says cheerfully, while sliding the phone in his pocket.

I mentally roll my eyes and then manage a small smile.