What Happened to the Good Boy? (What Happened Series #2) *completed*

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The person you have given your heart is not the co owner of your soul, that person is the one born to fall in love with you everyday until the' end.
 Some never find either.

Jaydeth's POV

3 Weeks Later

In two more days, Ronny's death will have happened a month ago. A whole damn month of nothing but pain. I have never wished to see post from Ronny so much in my life. Some times I wish that post about me being gay for him was still there. I wish I never told him to take it down. Maybe then I would get notifications about his posts. Notifications about him. About...

Us....

I loved Ronny. I really did. I never found him attractive. He was never sexually put out there for me. However, replacing that one person who shares part of your heart is impossible. Unless you find the one who owns your soul. I remember thinking that Trinity was the one. That my soul might belong to him. But now after everything. I don't know.

I just don't know anything anymore.

At school people hated me now. For what ever reason. They act as if I'm the cause of this problem. The reason for this horrific plot. One that's twisting through my lungs and chest, every time I breath. In every heart beat. No one really talks to me. The twins don't have to and when they do I don't know what to say. I feel empty.

I remember, after the thing with the pills, that the emptiness I felt was waivered whenever Trinity sat with me, smiled at me. Spoke. I felt better around him. Not great but...

Ok.

But for the last 2 and a half weeks he hasn't been here. I have felt worse and worse the more he distances himself from me. I feel like he doesn't want to deal with me either.

Suddenly someone walked behind me and spoke.

"Jaydeth." I tensed expecting the new normal firing squad but it never came. I turned and saw a small girl staring at me. She flashed a small sad smile before swallowing and pulling something out of her pocket. "I don't mean to bug you but... I was looking through the lockers and I... I mean I wasn't snooping through lockers... I was I mean I. They had me.. I..." 

"Just explain it calmly." I said my voice scratchy. She swallowed again and spoke.

"I broke a school camera that I was burrowing from the other school and in order to stay in the class they had me clean all the lockers that where no longer in use at the school. All of the stuff was brought to the school super intendant to do with as necessary. Ronny's  locker was one on the list..." She paused licking her lips and looking down with slight blush. "I stole something out of his locker and almost got in trouble." She said looking back up at me. Her eyes going hard and her face now void of emotion. I was tense ready for an angry slur. Then she cleared her throat.

"I know you are just as innocent as Ronny was. You have no right to receive this backlash because they have no one to blame. I took this because it has your name on it." She handed me a envelope that sure enough, in Ronny's hand writing, had my name on it. "I wanted to make sure you got it. People who commit suicide usually leave a note for someone they want to give peace to. I'm sure Ronny wouldn't have wanted you to be treated like this. He also doesn't want you to think this is your fault. Trust me, Jaydeth." She paused as my eyes burned. 

She suddenly stepped forward her hand grasping mine gently. Many looked and made faces. Others just kept walking oblivious and undeterred. "I know, Jaydeth. I know." She said and let go before leaving. I stood there stunned un able to move. The last bell of the day rang, but still there I stood. 

Grabbing my bag I turned slowly and left the school. None of the hall monitors stopping me. I drove home quickly and instantly went up to my room. Neither parents asking why I was home early. 

Sitting down I pulled the letter from my pocket. The word Jaydeth written thick in inky chicken scratch. Ronny's chicken scratch. There was dust on the note. Meaning it was written a long time ago. This wasn't written recently. How long had Ronny been planning this.

My throat ran dry and I swallowed hard. Cotton filling my mouth. My finger hesitated on the edge of the envelope. My finger moved.