𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑|| 𝑗.ℎ

Chapter 25

Jaden's Pov

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"It's always the person you least expect it from"-Jaden
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My eyes travels from the small lake to the girl next to me. Eye bags settle below her eyes making her look extremely tired and she probably is. Her face it pale, not much color besides her red tip nose. A definite frown on her lips but her green eyes hold something else.

Hurt flashes in her eyes like a big red neon sign. She's hurt. Something and someone hurt her and I know it's not just lilly. It's something bigger, something about her past, something about the person she least expected it from.

She was in pain.

"What happened with Lilly?" I ask, deciding to start small. I didn't want to bombard her with a bunch of questions that are hiding behind a wall, I didn't wanna be the source of her breaking out again. She fiddles with a small rubber bracelet that lays on her wrist, avoiding my gaze.

"I don't know," she pauses to take a sharp intake, "Just look at her Jaden. Something has been drawing me towards her. It was weird. It was like a magnet. It started as a friendship but then I guess I started seconding guessing myself and one thing turned into another and now we are here. Have you heard anything from around the school? She froze and ran out like I was a diseases and then poof, in the next hour my phone was already blowing up." She stops talking and looks up at me and all I can do is nod.

I seen her phone yesterday and over 100 text messages from everyone. Some telling her she was a hoe and throws herself at people. Some called her selfish and told her should die. Too be honest, they took it way to far when it isn't any of there business.

I hear her let out a dry laugh besides me, causing me to look over to her. "What so funny?"

"As a kid, I remember myself always playing with little princess. Most kids would use a prince and a princess but I used two princess and me being me, I thought it as completely normal. It wasn't odd or seemed wrong to me. Well, one day my dad found out and he yelled at me, saying that it was not lady like and it wasn't cultured and a bunch of different things no 4 year old should have to hear. From there, I stopped doing that scared to get yelled at. Maybe that's the reason.."

"Maybe that's the reason for what?" I pry. She shakes her head, pulling the blanket around her small frame. She looks so lost right now, I hate every part of it.

No matter how curious I am to understand what is going on in her head, her past, I gotta respect if she doesn't want too. It's her story to tell on her time, not anyone else's.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" She asked after I didn't press further. I shrug,

"You don't want to talk and that's fine. We can just sit here."

A few minutes of silence washes over us, our eyes set on the horizon and our minds in the never-lands. My mind seems to go back to my childhood, the days where everything was okay. Where everything was put together-normal.

"I remember when I was little. Me,my mom, and my dad were everything you could absolutely ever want. My parents were happy, I was happy with all my little friends in LA. I was over the moon with life but then all the sudden, when I was 6, something clicked. My life got turned around in the matter of seconds and in the blink of an eye. I was torn apart from my dad and lived here every since. Of course I had made friends and everything slowly fell into place but I've always wondered what it was like to be a kid with two parents. I'm extremely grateful for my mom, don't get me wrong but I can't seem to figured out what seemed to click. Something changed that night, I couldn't pin point what though. " I take a breath, sending a small smile over to Em who is now looking at me,

"The thing about losing yourself is you can't even realize it. You're wishing you turned out as someone else, someone of this imaginary dream. Someone you can't recognize but you're stuck living in this body you know nothing about. It's almost nostalgic. The saddest part however is the memories, the thing that happened before everything went downhill. In a way, we no nothing about each other. We are all strangers just putting on a fake smile. But yeah, it's working yeah?"

She doesn't answer me, but I didn't expect her too and that's how we spent the new few hours.

dead silence, peaceful silence.

a/n: I hate this BAHAH. this took me a week to write, oopsie. I might write this later but here is about more about the lily situation and balalal. anyways, I also believe sometime it's better then being with someone and silence them being better then talking sometimes. idk, I rather have that...