I crept closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t stop. Please, someone help me stop! I can’t do it myself! I screamed in my head. Why couldn’t I stop? Just as I got to the edge, the edge broke away. Just then, I jolted up in my bed. I was sweating so much, in terror.
I needed to call him. I needed to tell him the truth. I picked up my phone, and pulled up the contact list. While scrolling down to his name, I thought of how to break the news to him.
Before I could find a really good way, a solid way, he picked up the phone.
“Hello?” he asked, and I swear I heard voices in the background.
“Um…. Hey it’s me. Can we talk tomorrow?” I asked, still not knowing how to tell him. I figured if I asked him to talk later, I could buy some more time to think of how to say it.
“Yeah, uhh you wanna meet up at the mall, and we can see a movie?” In the background, I swear I heard someone say “Come on! Get off the phone and get back to the fun!” Then a bunch of screaming.
“Um actually I just wanted to talk. So could I, like, come over to your place? I mean if that’s ok with Rick and Mary.” I said. Rick and Mary were his parents, who sometimes I swear liked me more than him.
“You know them, of course it would be ok if their favorite person in the world came over.” Sometimes, I felt like he thought they loved me more than him, too.
“Great, so I’ll see tomorrow?” I asked, itching to hang up.
“Yeah great.” He said, and then hung up.
“Bye then.” I said to the dead line.
It seemed like John and I had been growing farther and farther apart. The first couple months of our relationship, we had been completely inseparable. But now I can barely get him to talk to me. Ever since that night, I’ve barley cared.
The night I met Rider, I fell in love. I was walking with a couple of my friends down to the pier, and I saw him just sitting on the bus bench, his head in between him knees. I told my friends that I’d meet them at the pier, and walked over to him. When I approached him, he looked up at me through his sandy blond hair that was hanging down in front of his face. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were misty blue with a ring of green around the pupil.
“Hi, can I help you?” he asked, his voice was deep, seductive.
“Uh, are you ok?” I sat next to him, and look deep into his eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Yeah, I’m Rider.” He stuck out his hand for me to shake.
“I’m Julia.” I took his hand, and sparks flew through my veins.
