Never Ending Floyd

Chapter 22

A/N: photo is Floyd's deceased mom, Delia. (Eva Longoria)

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It's been two weeks.

Two excruciatingly painful weeks.

Two excruciatingly painful weeks without Jai, to be exact.

You know how most girls wallow in their own misery when they go through something like this? You know the process, I'm sure. Ice cream, sweat pants, baggy t-shirts, and messy buns?

Yeah, well that is exactly..

What I didn't do.

In these two weeks without Jai, I rebelled against the usual women's routine of making things worse, and being helpless.

I've been spending a lot of time with Lindi, even though I'm a bit weirded out that her and Hunter made out. She told me it was nothing, that they just went to catch up, and he did that when he saw me.

Like he thinks I would get jealous if I saw him kissing another girl.

I shrugged it off, and forgot about it. I'm not one to dwell on things.

Lindi is over right now, helping me design poster boards.

Yeah, that's right. We're going to be protesting on October 9th.

The only thing is, we need a lot of protesters. And there won't be many at my school, because most people that go to my school are judge mental idiots.

For my first poster board, I drew a high-class woman holding a sign that says "homosexuality is sin." and two kids crossing out the "s", so it says "in."

Pretty clever if you ask me.

I've seen Jai around school a few times, but he looks far from happy.

Maybe he regrets what he did.

As if on cue, my phone lights up. I pick it up, and see a message from Jai.

My heart beat speeds up and I feel light headed.

"We need to talk."

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I blow a piece of hair off from my face and continue staring at the screen. I've been staring at it for about 4 minutes without moving.

I huff and groan. I don't want to give in, I want him to try.

Well, I guess he is if he wants to talk.

But then again, he could be wanting to talk about anything.

I feel my finger click on the message and hover my fingers over random letters, thinking of what to say.

I chew my lip nervously, "about what?"

I look over at Lindi, and she's still making signs, not paying attention to me laying down. I almost immediately get a reply.

"My mom wants me to take you to this really fancy dinner."

What the actual fuck.

"Um, Jai, if you haven't forgotten, we aren't really on talking terms." I text back.

"I know.. The dinner is for her work, and she still thinks of us as well.. You know.. I don't want her to be sad. Please?"

I sigh, and roll my eyes. But still feel that knife to my heart as I read the message again. He meant that Lydia still thinks we are a 'thing.'

And it hurts that he said 'still.'

Because we aren't anymore.

I sigh, and begin typing.