The walk home was quite interesting. Jade spotted me walking home along the sidewalk and pulled to an abrupt stop.
"Hey, handsome. Need a ride home? It's free,” she says to me smirking in that seductive way of hers.
I glare and keep walking.
"Brone, come on. It's freezing out here. You're going to get sick. Besides, thanksgiving is next week so it’s a time of giving.” She holds her foot to the accelerator so it clicks in time with my feet. I keep walking a few steps before realizing how right she is. I decide to jump in the front seat and slam the door shut as I do. I cross my arms over my chest and stare straight ahead. No one says anything for a while.
She's so... different. So weird, so unrespectable. I do what I can to help her in the times she has no one, but all she continues to do is push me further and further away. This is just the thing Jade did while I was delirious. It's the same situation just completely opposite. Strange, probably karma clawing its away up from hell again.
"Anything you'd like to talk about? Anybody I need to rough up?” she asks me with a wink and a hand leaving the steering wheel forming into a fist, punching the air aggressively.
I laugh at her gesture of toughness. "No, everything's fine. Just another day of the misunderstood Angela Hammick,” I say rolling my eyes and looking the other way.
"Do you want to taco 'bout it?” she says goofily yet with a tinge of seriousness.
"It's not worth discussion."
Jade nods in agreement and I continue to look out of the rain soaked window. Are these the things that I did? Push every living thing I could away as if it never mattered and buried down the hatchet I call emotions? I see similarities between the two of us. But, I wasn't nearly as bitter as Angela was today.
There's piles of quotes to reasons of why she came into my life. For instance, "Every person comes into your life for some unknown purpose." What the hell sort of reason or purpose could she have? To warm my heart up before throwing it down the drainage with all the other scum of the Earth? Or to throw everything off balance and leave behind a hazardous mess once she decides she's done speaking to me? Maybe both. Or maybe neither. Both are outright facts. She must have been an important, unwanted lesson, because now I know to never search for the drugs on the earth with a magnetic pull and eyes that leave you no space in your crowded lungs to breathe.
Once we've reached my house, Jade turns to me and say, “What are you doing for Thanksgiving? I thought if you and your dad hadn’t already planned that you might want to come over?”
I reach over the seat, pecking her lightly on the cheek. “We’d love that.” I then step out of the car and head for door.
"I'm home!” I yell as I sling my book bag into the living room. I plop down on the couch and reach for the Sanyo TV remote. I had no intention of turning it on, I just enjoy the feeling of whatever control I have left of my life. If that control means picking what to watch, then I'll have that any day if it means balance.
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Story of A Lonely Guy
Mystery / ThrillerA girl. It only takes one for Brone’s life to go ripping at the seams, down the line of stitches like it was never strong enough to uphold life, let alone his. She takes wrong turns and he’s led right back to her. But she was never the one he wanted...
