The bridge

6- Oh frick

I pulled away quickly, shit shit shit, why did i pull away, fuck. Im the most horrid person ever, but i just dont like him that why.

"Whats wrong" he asked i could see he was upset.

"I-I just dont feel like that caspar, i dont know you, you dont know me" i said stuttering

"Sorry, your right, but do you not even want to be my friend" he questioned

"Maybe, i have to go this isnt right" i said and with that i turned and ran, ran away because i didnt want to have to look at his saddened face.

~Caspar~

I just stood there bewildered, i wasnt sure what to do, how to react, mack had just run away from me. I mean shes right, we dont know eachother, but i dont know what it is, she makes me smile, and the feeling get with the slightest touch is overwhelming, it controls me, i shouldnt have kissed her, we dont know eacother. I dont get it, we have kissed before, what made her pull away this time. I dont know.

Something made me want to run after her but i knew i shouldnt, i needed to leave her alone.

I decided to walk home, when i got there my flatmate Joe was slouched on the couch moaning to himself

"Joe, for fucks sake!" I shouted at him. This wasnt the first time that I'd caught him doing this, sometimes I think he forgets that we share a flat.

"Give me a few seconds Caspar, I'll be finished soon' Joe panted, sounding like he'd just run for miles.

I decided that the only way to stop him was to walk in front of him. Hopefully, he'd stop when he realised what I was doing; that way I wouldnt have to see parts of him I never wanted to see.

Letting out a deep breath, I decided to take the risk. It was once I got round the other side of the sofa that I burst into fits of laughter, unable to breathe properly, my stomach hurting.

Joe however, didnt see the funny side of this.

'I hope you slip on a banana and die, you bitch! Caspar, get out of my fucking way, I have to win this bloody race!'

Mario Kart. All this time and he'd been playing Mario Kart. And he tells me that I need to grow up. I do love Joe (obviously not literally, because I've got Mack to satisfy my needs. Shit. No I havent, I forgot about that) but sometimes he doesnt remember that we live in a real world and not his shitty pixelated world. He never asks me if I'm okay, its like he doesnt care. But thats who Joe is. And I guess thats the reason that I like him.

The world is a harsh place, I've learnt that the hard way.

~Mackenzie~

When I got home, I ran straight upstairs to my room. Thoughts scattered in my head, almost clouding my vision. I dont want to lead Caspar on if I dont feel the same way; I'm not that sort of girl. If it wasnt for my stupid parents arguing, I would never have met him, none of this would have ever happened. Its always their fault. Thinking about my parents, where are they?

I plodded downstairs, my thoughts still turning back to Caspar. I saw a note on the fridge, walking over I saw that it read;

Mackenzie,

Your Dad and I are going away for the weekend.

Please be careful and look after Emily. She is staying at a friends house tonight, you'll need to pick her up tomorrow at ten am.

Love you lots,

Mum xx

What the actual frig? They argue all week and now they go on holiday with each other leaving me and Emily behind! What kind of parents are they?!

I looked at the clock. It was eleven pm. I only saw them three hours ago, why couldnt they have told me then? Unless they've arranged it and packed within that time.

I've come to the conclusion that I hate my parents. I wish I could say that I was happy that they were trying to fix things, but I'm not. Because I know that they will just go bavk to fighting within a week or two.

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