Chapter 1 | what to make of this...

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The day was finally over and a cool crisp fall evening fell upon my small town of Boulder, Colorado. I don't really think about much other than leaving this place. And I know that sounds bad but trust me, In two "short" school years I'll finally leave this place and start fresh. That's what I've wanted for so long!

Breaking me out of my thoughts was a frenzied Jake Guard. I sigh slightly knowing whatever is about to come out of his mouth probably wasn't worth him running about a mile to catch me.

"So! I have news!",Jake cooed. He always seemed to start something excruciatingly annoying with this statement. Why does he do this?

"Go on..", I say halfway regretting giving into him.

"Okay I was talking to Candy right?"he asks not providing me a moment to respond, "Well she said she might be able to help you with your whole 'in love' situation!"

"What do you mean?" All of my friends and family had been concerned lately, (I really don't know why) about my falling in love. I might be in love with a boy named Codec Millers. He's kinda a jerk to me I won't lie, but something about him makes my stomach tumble like that one time I fell off my front porch. And I can't speak around him,my face always just burns! "What's the problem? Are you guys, like, jealous I may have found 'the one'?", I retorted.

"But Missie that's the problem! You haven't found "the one"!" , he emphasized 'the one' with air quotes obviously mocking me. "And we definitely aren't jealous so I wouldn't worry about that" , he snorted then threw a small brown bag towards me. I caught it, about to open it but stopped short. Why was he giving me stuff and "helping me out" (trying to, though I don't need it) we have been on awkward terms ever since 7th grade. Why now is he acting like nothing happened? Why am *I* acting like nothing happened?

"Don't opened yet....not while I'm here." , he said it barely a whisper. But I understood him.

"Yeah, okay, sure." , I responded with equal smallness to my voice.



|End of chapter 1|

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