Hemmings

Two

Two days later.....

     It was Monday, which I'm assuming is always dreading for all of us. It was always for me, even if I was in an 'okay mood' in the mornings. I usually wake up miserable, the fact that I know I want to die, scares me, yet excites me at the same time. I took an apple from the table basket on the dining table in the kitchen, but before I could leave, my mom yanked me to look at my wrists. So damn wonderful, I thought to myself. Since her hand was on my arm, I felt her hands slightly shaking. She looked deep into my eyes, and looked back down to my wrist. "I thought you stopped." She quietly sobbed into her left palm, as she released my arm. I looked down at it again to see for myself, and glanced at her. "Stop." I strictly spoke, throwing the apple down on the table. "I won't tolerate with this right now. It's not the time to." I continued, reaching for my shoulder bag. "I don't want you to go back to mental hospitals, Riley! It's so freaking hard seeing your child like this, you know!? There's a variety of ways to get through times you think you cannot handle. You're just hurting yourself more!" She scolded, letting out a cough while she began to cry again. I rolled my eyes, "Maybe I like hurting myself even more." I spoke, walking out of the front door. I sat down at the edge of the road, and let myself smoke one of the cigarettes I kept from my ex-boyfriend, Harry. Harry was my drug and I was addicted, and it explains why I was so hurt after we ended. I was way too hooked and attached, which scared me to fall back in love again. He was like Vodka; He only lasted a night, and made me love drunk. I lit up the cigar, and started to smoke it. Why am I like this? I thought to myself. You hurt everyone around you, including yourself. Your existence doesn't matter, Riley. The thought sunk into my mind, and there it went. I was officially going crazy. As soon as I was done, I walked to hell down the street. The hallways were crowded as always, and it was overwhelming even though I was getting out of the school very soon. "You dropped something." A familiar voice spoke. I looked behind to see who it was, and it was him. It was Luke, holding my pack of cigars. He smirked, handing it to me. "Thanks." I spoke, yanking it from his hand and walking away as quick as I can. I don't want to 'small talk' with people here, even though I originally met Luke at the shop. "Why are you walking away?" He questioned, chasing after me. His Australian accent game was strong, and even though I found it pretty cool, I dodged it. "Maybe because I don't want to talk? Go find out yourself." I hissed, giving him a stink-eye look. I crossed my arms, and stared into his eyes. All he did was laugh, and I'm surprised he didn't take my bitchiness to the heart, normally, people would. "I know, it's Monday what so ever. Come on, let's ditch for the day. You need it. I have a car." He offered his hand to me, probably thinking I'd actually take the gesture. I laughed. "Aha, is that supposed to impress me? Because if yes, then that's lame as shit." I unfolded my arms, and began to walk slowly into my English Literature class. He shook his head in embarrassment, and hurried to where I was, then yanked me, pulling me out of the class. "Dude." I strictly said, forcing his hands off of me. "I'll take you to see the view. Then we can go get boba or something, whatever the hell you want." He persuasively says, lifting his eyebrows up and down to convince me to say yes. I actually would consider ditching today, because after all, I didn't care for school, plus I hated everyone there. "I want to get Froyo. Your treat." I say, yanking his hand to follow me out to the parking lot. "I convinced you well, haven't I?" He questioned and smiled, just like he won something. His eyes were blue, and his hair was flipped up. Surprisingly, I didn't get tired of his Australian accent. Instead, I actually liked it. I rolled my eyes, "Whatever." I spoke. He smirked and probably thought I wouldn't see it, but I did. He drove a white Infiniti Q50, and when I entered the car, it was obvious the car was freshly new. "What the hell, did your parents buy you this?" I questioned, looking into Luke's eyes for an answer. He laughed, while he put on his sunglasses. "It's my brothers." He turned the car on, and The 1975 played. "Did you steal it or some shit?" Suddenly, his smile faded into a frown. He took off his sunglasses, and put them back into the chair pocket in back of my seat. "He passed away five months ago. He promised to give me his car as soon as he died. He had cancer and lost his battle. He was stage four, and it was just too late." He blurted. His eyes were getting teary, and at that moment, I regret everything my mouth had just blurted. I looked down at my shoes ashamed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I apologized. He swept up the tears streaming down his cheeks. "You didn't know. Its fine." He says, his smile forming again to reassure me that it really is fine. I still haven't said anything, and we just sat there in silence for a few seconds. "It still hurts. We were close... But things happen." He spoke. I know how it feels. It really does hurt a lot, it hurts as much as a bullet to the arm. I lost my dad three years ago, due to a car accident. It was storming, and he was taking me to buy my present for Christmas... I begged him to take me, and it still eats me up that it is my fault. I still wonder why I wasn't the one to die. I deserved it. The thought revolved. "Let's get going. I want to show you something." Luke spoke ecstatically. I half smiled to show appreciation, to show him a 'thanks' for taking me out of hell. We drove far away from school, to a steep hill. We parked at the bottom, and used the ladder that was placed at the far right to get up the hill. There it was; The view. I never really liked doing these kinds of stuff after my father had died, but right now, it was a refreshing feeling. I didn't want any of it to end. "I've never been here before. Its nice." I admitted, amazed by the view. The sun was in the center of the perspective I was in, and the city would lay below it. The city was busy, and I liked it that way. Something about hectic cities were so beautiful.

"I come to chill here when I need a place for myself." Luke smiles, glazing at the view. The sun shined on both of us leaving heat, and even though it was getting hot, it was relaxing. "You know..." Luke began trailing off with uncertain words. "I know I've never really got the chance to talk to you before except only now, but I already know you're an amazing person." He blurts. Was he flirting with me? What the fuck? I quickly turned my body towards him and raised my eyebrows. I dropped the non-lit cigar my hand held onto on the ground. "What a way to fuck everything up, Luke. I thought we grew a friendship. I don't want to date you, I didn't come here for you to express your feelings towards me." I explained in annoyance and exhaustion. His face expressed a confused one, and before he would speak, I began to make an effort to walk away. From the corner of my eye, I saw Luke stand up. "You can't always shut people out because you're scared that they're going to walk over you. You have to learn how to accept people into your life because there are some people out there that're willing to treat you better than other people do. I promise you, I won't treat you like how the typical assholes would." He explained. There was something in his voice that I knew he really meant what he said. I stopped at where I was and let his words sink in. It hit me like a bus, because no one has ever made me realize anything like that. Luke walked closer to me, and yanked my right arm, forcing me to look at him. "Come on." He spoke, guiding both of us back to the car. I blushed for a second, then dodged it, as always. "Let's go get some coffee then go long boarding, I have an extra one in the trunk. Its a Sector 9." We both half smiled at each other, and continued the day. We drove through the city and the little shops on the sides of the streets were convincing to shop at, yet it was too expensive. Luke took me to a small unoticable café on the corner of a building, and it was the cutest coffee shop ever. Books surrounded the shop, and most of them were written by my favorite author, John Green. Sophisticated people socialized with each other in there, assuming they're fashionistas because of their clothes and designs on their computers. Luke handed me a iced caramel latte, and we headed out due to the chaotic place. We began to ride down the street sidewalks with the long boards, and so, it turned out I wasn't so good at it. "Luke, I'm going to fucking fall." I complained, crossing my arms over my chest. He reached out his hand, just like he was offering me to hold his hand. "It's no big deal. Hurry, hold on to my hand, I don't want you to fall." He yelled through the noise the city made. I clutched my right hand with his left, and began to ride the long board. This time, it was easier, considering I had a little more balance holding his hand. Why was Luke so nice to me when all I've been was a cold hearted bitch towards him? Do I deserve his generosity? I already know that I don't.

❁ ❁ ❁ Author's Note ❁ ❁ ❁

Hey wattpaders, haha sorry for the shitty ending for this chapter, I know it sounds rushed but I couldn't think of any words to end it well! Please do not steal any of my works, I have been working hard on them and it would be unappreciative if you did. Chapter three will be up soon, stay tuned!

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