You're Not Enough

Chapter 89

"Turn here," Jessica instructs me. I make a left onto Addison Street and drive straight down the road. This street has a lot of massive houses. They're bigger than the houses on my street. I wonder what Jessica's parents do? They must have a six-figure income to be able to afford a house over here. "It's the next house," she says. I slow down my car and pull over into the opening.

I look out the window over to the brick house. The big white bay window catches my attention first, along with the vast archway. "You have a nice home."

"You think?" she asks.

Is she looking at the same house I'm looking at? "Uh, yeah, it's huge, it's beautiful."

"Beauty is what lies within," she tells me. She says the words while still looking out the window. She continues to just stare at the brick house. She's hesitating to get out. I know she is. She takes a deep breath before looking back at me. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I nod my head. "Okay, um, do you want my number just in case, you know, you come up with something."

"Yeah, that's fine." She takes out her phone, and we exchange numbers. She then opens the car door and gets out.

I wait until she gets into the house to pull off. She hesitated to go into the house. Why? I can't deny the fact that I'm curious about this girl.

I thought I knew her, Jessica Brown, high school cheerleader, popular, the head cheerleader's best friend. I thought I knew all I needed to know. I didn't think there was any depth to her. Clearly, I was wrong.

There's this quote that comes to mind by Francesca Battistelli 'Things aren't always what they seem; you're only seeing part of me; there's more than you could ever know behind the scenes.'

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I unlock the door and walk inside the house. "Dad!" I call out. He doesn't respond. His car wasn't outside, but it could be in the garage. I shut the door behind me. "Dad!" I call his name again. I throw my keys into the bowl and walk down the hall to his office. It's empty. I take out my phone and dial his number. The line rings and rings and rings, but still no answer. Hm, where is he? Just then, my phone dings.

*I'm in a meeting; I'll call you when I leave, there's money in the kitchen for food- Dad.

A meeting, great! I click my phone off and walk out of his study. Once I get into the kitchen, I spot the thirty dollars on the kitchen table. I'm not really hungry. It's only six-thirty. I'll order something at seven. I walk upstairs to my room and take off my clothes. I grab my towel and then hop into the shower.

After showing for about thirty minutes, I get out, dry myself off, and then throw some clothes on and head back downstairs. Water drips from my hair and onto my back. I walk over to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water. I'm in the mood for pizza, so that's what I'll have. I dial the pizza shack and place my order.

"It'll be there in about thirty minutes." the woman says.

"Okay, thank you." I remove the phone from my ear and hang up. I guess I can do my homework until then. I walk back up the stairs and into my room. I take a seat at my desk and get started on my English homework.

Okay, Oblivion.

Oblivion means the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening. I never really understood the meaning of the word.

I know the definition, but there's a difference between knowing a definition and understanding it.

After about twenty minutes of researching the word oblivion and reading numerous articles, the doorbell rings. Thank God, I need a break.