Lovers

Ch. 15: When Will I See You Again?

When Will I See You Again- Shakka

"Shooting stars never fly for me. My heart's on Mars, kinda hard to see, but you know, you know I'll see you again."

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Dawn POV

We talk more about the incident, and I feel like I'm looking through a lens, and I'm able to see the real Serena. Raw, but not callous. She's not angry at the world, but more so the society she has been in.

It's unexplainable, but I believe her. I wasn't there, nor do I need to believe her. She doesn't need my validation, but I'm giving it to her willingly. Someone had to say they supported. Someone, and that someone was her enemy. Or should I say ex enemy because rivals don't hug each other until bruises form. No. No, they don't.

After our farewell, I leave Serena my phone number. I plan on speaking with her again. Presently, I wait for Alice. We've arranged for her to pick me up and we go to Jake's house to help pack. He claims there's not much left to stow away, but I'm sure we can do some assistance, plus Jake's my ride up north. I can't stay here forever. This town makes me nauseated. It's like looking through someone else's life as I stay longer and longer. As I sit on my steps, I stare ahead to the sidewalk, remembering my father and Jake's first meeting. The tension was thicker than how I remember. After, there was just him and me, curled up in his arms, consoling him that everything was going to be fine during pre-thanksgiving.

Soon, my eyes drift, and the sideway across the street still has that faint glint of orange in comparison to the rest of the walkway. It was more noticeable before, blood staining the cement, as Jake was heading for his car to get a condom. How pathetic I was then. Desperate, but I guess that is what love is. Rushed, unattainable. Infuriating, but wild. But when your young and in love, it's easy to slip into recklessness.

I feel this bitterness for my past self, it's almost as if we are two different people now. I can't manage myself doing that now. Never beg a man to sleep with you. There are still some similarities between myself now and then. It's the voice that echos my conscious.I can't let it control me. The insecurities. The fears.

A car turns onto my street, and I can hear the blaring stereo of alternative from the speakers. Alice. I stand from my curb and walk down to the edge of the sideway. Once she is in front of my house, she rolls all her windows down. She begins to poorly sing along with Kurt Cobain, "And we all just entertainers, and we're stupid and contagious, yeah, we all just entertainers!"

"Do you want me to become a Karen right now because I will!" I joke before walking around to the passenger side. She turns down the volume.

"Sorry I couldn't hear with an angel singing in my ears," she hugs me over the armrest, "Missed you, girl!" she squeals, "Sorry I haven't texted," she pulls from me.

"It's okay. I've been busy anyway with summer school."

"So lame you started classes already," she makes a u-turn out of the neighborhood, and into the streets.

"Yeah, but I needed an excuse to get out of here. You know that." She side-eyes me, sighing as she does so.

"I know, but I guess everything happens for a reason. With you and Jake now talking again, somehow you got in JC's head that you need to be in Jake's life."

"Everything doesn't happen for a reason," I know she's trying to think positively. With such a statement, it makes me think of all the horrible things that have happened to me. Was I meant to endure it? To grow from it? Maybe, but as of now, it's doing more harm than good. "I feel all we do is talk about Jake, enough with that. I haven't seen you in months. Tell me what's going on in your life."