It all started that day. The best worst day of my life. You may be wondering how it could have been both the best and worst day of my life.... well I'll get to that part later. I'll start from the beginning.
It was a normal boring Tuesday. I was off to school. I grabbed my drink on the way out the door and hopped in the car. I put on my classic rock playlist and went in my way. My windows were down because the weather was so nice. I had Creedence Clearwater Revival blasting from the speakers. And then after a few more songs, I got there. The very hell I had to attend every day. I shut off my music and rolled up the windows and grabbed my things and went on my way.
I headed to buy homeroom and did some homework as I waited for class to start. I would have hung out with my friends but I didn't have any real close friends. I had quite a few acquaintance friends. You know the friends that you talk to a little in class but that's really the only interaction you have with them. Yeah, those kinds of friends. The closest friends I had were in my art class. There was this senior named Jake and a freshman named Danny. But even we didn't talk very much. I am a junior so art was the only class any of us had together due to the grade separation.
I was on my way to my last class, which was art, my favorite class of the day. Both because it was last and I liked to draw also not to mention Jake and Danny being there.
I was about to go down the stairwell when I got a call. I answered because it was my mom. She was crying. I quickly went down the stairs and moved to the side (standing next to the stairs) so I wouldn't be in anyone's way. I asked her what was wrong. What she said made me drop everything. All my stuff was on the floor. The next thing I know the hall is empty and I'm sitting, crying on the last step of the stairwell.
At least I could be left alone to cry... after all, I had no real friends to come looking for me. That was until I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was from Jake.
"Are you okay y/n?" He asked in a quiet voice. I didn't say anything. I couldn't think of what to say. I hadn't yet really processed the call. I looked him in the eyes.
Jakes POV:
She wasn't in class. She had been here everyday this year. Plus someone had said they saw her earlier. I had to go find Y/n.
I asked to go to the bathroom and our teacher is so chill she won't even notice how long I'll be gone. I walked all around downstairs and upstairs and was about to give up looking until I went down the other stair well and saw a girl sitting at the bottom. Her stuff scattered everywhere. Y/n?
She was so lost. Her cheeks pink from the crying and her eyes were a little bloodshot. I give her time...she is thinking of what to say. I was about to say something again until she looked me in the eye. Tears were close to spilling over but hadn't yet. I did what any good friend would do.
Your POV:
Then he hugged me. Without a word. He squeezed me tightly rubbing my back. This guy who I barely know is comforting me and making sure I am okay. I guess we are closer than I thought.
"Hey, it's okay... it's all going to be alright." He cooed in a soft whisper. "Thank..-.. you" is all I could mutter in between my soft sobs. After 10 minutes of him hugging me while I cried, I looked up at him and backed away a little. "I'm sorry your shirt is all gross from my crying," I said.
"No it's cool it looks like some kind of tie-dye design haha," he said with a small smile in an attempt to make me feel better. I have a small smile and looked down returning to my sad look.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked looking at me. His eyes were full of genuine curiosity and care for what I had to say. "Sure," I said before taking a few minutes to collect my thoughts.
"Well *sniffle* my mom just called" I wiped a few lone tears away before continuing. "And she said that my dad had gotten into a really bad car accident and—-" I couldn't continue. He put his hand on my shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. "Sshhh it's okay take your time" he tried to comfort me and it was working for the most part. I took a few deep breaths and tried to continue. "Anyways umm—- there was a drunk driver and umm—— well..... my dad" a few more tears fell but I didn't bother to get them. "He didn't make it," I said letting a few more tears fall.
I felt a hand on my cheek. I look at Jake and feel his thumb wipe away my tears. "Hey..." He said softly. "Everything is going to be okay.... I'm here...." he began to hug me once again. "I will always be here" he said this as he tucked my head into his neck.
This was nice.
After about a half an hour he drove me home. I wasn't in the emotional place to be driving right now. He told me his brother josh would go with him to pick up my car later from the school parking lot. There was a lot of crying but he stayed with me the whole time.
A couple months later
Jake attended the funeral with me and we began to hangout a lot more. It's been a few months. A very rough few months but Jake has made it more bearable. We actually have went on a few dates. I think my dad would have loved him as much as I do.
(Not gonna lie I don't love the ending of this one)
