prove it - j.g

chapter four: "you're a liar"

vanessa thomas

it was a shitty day at school and all i wanted was to go home. as i sat at the wooden desk, my phone buzzed from my pocket. when i pulled my phone out, i saw a text message from my younger brother, dylan.

dylan
after practice tonight im going to jacob's house and staying over so i won't be home

vanessa
okay be safe

i sighed and placed my phone down. sabrina, my best friend who thankfully sits beside me in class, looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed.

"where's tyler?"

i shrug, "no clue. he might be sick or exhausted from hockey."

she nods, not really caring what's wrong with him. im shocked that she actually noticed he wasn't here, seeing as she doesn't like him. we were listening to our teacher lecture us, before we all of a sudden saw a messy haired, flushed faced tyler enter the classroom.

"tyler richards, you're late" our teacher scolds, "detention after school."

tyler rolls his eyes, not looking at me. he looked how he did when he finished hockey practice, yet he also resembles the look of after sex. what a fucking dick. he doesn't have hockey during school. he didn't want to join the school's team anyway because his coach thought it would be too risky.

anyway, we haven't spoken since the other night when jack was over and i ignored his phone call, after we got into our little argument.

"you see that, right?" sabrina says from beside me, whispering it in my ear.

i nod, "i think i know that look, sab."

she puts her arm around me, knowing that im not trusting him at the moment and that im trying to suppress my tears.

+ +

the day was finally over and i was walking to my locker. as i was doing so, i saw tyler coming from the opposite of the end of the hallway. he was probably making his way to detention. he came up to my locker and leaned against it, silently staring at me.

"it meant nothing, baby" he states, causing me to look up at him with fierce, angry eyes.

"you're a liar, tyler. don't call me baby, go find another one" i say, slamming my locker door shut and walking the opposite way to leave the building and drive home. as i was driving, my eyes welled up with tears for being so dumb and staying with that cheating asshole.

i seriously thought that he was the love of my life, that he was going to be the father of our children, that he was going to be husband and we were going to grow old together. i guess it's funny how things can take such a turn in such a short amount of time.

as i was pulling into my driveway, another car was parked while there was a figure standing at the front door. actually, they were sitting on the bench in front of my home. my eyebrows furrowed as i began wiping my tears. though, that still left my tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

i got out, realizing who the figure was, "why are you here?"

he holds something up, "i was told to bring this to you."

it was a container of something, "what is it?"

"food. why are you crying?" his question only causes the flood gates to open as i begin to cry and shake, placing my head in my hands.

"vanessa, what happened?" he asks, wrapping his arms around me after putting the container down.

"we broke up" i manage to say.

he runs his hands up and down my back in a soothing manner, "why? what happened?"

"he cheated on me" i say, breathing out as i pull away from him, "he walked in the classroom late with his signature i just had sex look." 

jack looked mad, a protective sort of mad, "why don't i stay with you for a bit? your parents are gone right?"

i nod, "and dylan's not coming home tonight."

it might be nice having him here.