An Incompetent Irritation
Hi, guys! Wow, long time no see, eh? To catch up, I completed my most recent story My Stupid Phone a month ago before my final exams. After that, I've basically been enjoying my summer vacation. There's still a month left. I don't know why I suddenly decided to post a new story, but I hope no one complains.
Anyways, I am really excited to be starting this and I hope you like it. I've honestly had this chapter lying around for the longest time, so I'm glad it'll see the light now. Also, thanks in advance to those people who have followed me and are reading this new story and to those new readers, I'd love it if you check out my other ones too! You won't regret it!
Enjoy!
Ally's POV
I burst into my practise room and slam the door, causing the room to erupt with a loud crashing sound. I sigh in misery and plop down on my piano bench. I sniffle and run my hands across the smooth black and white keys. But, unlike normally, the fluent sound doesn't comfort me. A couple tears start trickling down my cheeks and I let them run freely, feeling no emotion as the wet drops hit my legs exposed from my dress. I take in a deep, wavering breath and try to stop myself from shaking, and failing.
Now, I probably sound like some dramatic, hormonal teenager right now but you see, there is always more than meets the eye. So, let's start from the beginning. It was not a good one. No, from the eyes of a tiny child, when I saw my mom walk out the door and my dad frantically chasing her, I knew this was not going to be good. Years later, my dad and I moved to California where he started his own music store, Sonic Boom. I was thrilled because I absolutely loved music. From listening to the different melodies to creating my own pieces. But, I had horrible stage fright. It was because I had a horrible mess up a while back where I had completely embarrassed myself. But, that's not important right now. Anyway, we both were happy. My dad, Lester, was always going to his music conventions but he also made sure to spend time with me. And I was just being a typical fifteen year old girl, gossiping, fangirling and acting crazy with my friends. And then, I met him.
It was a bright summer day with my friends and I. We were all walking down the board walk at the beach when I accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed before I looked up. My eyes met shining blue ones and I was immediately frozen. I had run into a boy with golden strands of hair and a cute- childlike face. He was extremely cute. Then, he laughed and the easy sound carried through the air. I had felt myself blush.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. Hey, my name's Elliot," he said and I just giggled stupidly, fully aware that my friends were snickering behind me. But, I chose to ignore it and instead I said, "Hi, I'm Allyson."
So, after our first encounter, we immediately became friends. I found out that he lived only 10 minutes away so he would usually come over to my house when my friends were over and they never minded because they completely adored his sense of humour and personality. We would also just hang out by ourselves and goof off. Mind you that we were both only fifteen. Anyway, at the start of sophomore year, Elliot surprised all of us by showing up at our school and announcing that he would be attending there. All of my friends were ecstatic and I had to admit that I had a grin on my face for the whole day. Yes, if you were still wondering, I had a huge crush on him from the day I met him. I mean, who wouldn't like him? The answer is no one. This answer was confirmed when he started his first day. Immediately, Elliot became popular and every girl fell head over heels for him. So, I was glad when he still chose to sit with my friends and I instead of with the football team or anywhere else where the 'ranking' was higher.
Basically, the next couple months continued the same where the amount of homework was overwhelming and the social rankings kept on changing. Elliot was still on the very top with the jocks and cheer leaders whereas I was lower. Luckily, I wasn't exactly picked on but I wasn't a person everyone knew either. I was in the middle. But, this isn't necessarily relevant.
Let's move on to the middle of March, when everything changed for me. Elliot and I were hanging at my house, watching a movie and occasionally throwing popcorn at each other and suddenly, he took me off guard.
"Allyson, I like you," he said, looking straight at me. My eyes had widened and I had trouble comprehending what he had said. Elliot seemed to notice this and he continued.
"I have liked you since we first met during summer vacation," he started.
"And, I hope you like me too because I want to take you on a date." He finishes and holds my gaze. A couple seconds later, after his words sink into my brain, I break into a huge smile and jump forward to wrap my arms around him. Elliot chuckles and I feel his arms wrap around me waist, pulling me closer.
"So, I'm guessing this is your way of saying yes?" he assumes after we pull away. My smile was still so wide and I was speechless. I mean, the most popular boy in school and the boy I had a crush on since the start of school had just asked me out. I was shocked and all I could do was nod my head in confirmation.
So, that was how it started. Elliot had taken me to this very fancy restaurant and fortunately, nothing was awkward as I feared it might be. In fact, I think we made the other guests uncomfortable with our childish behaviour. But, at that time, I couldn't have cared less. We were laughing loudly and playing around but I had never been happier. Afterwards, Elliot had walked me home and we were officially a couple.
And that lasted for such a long time that I couldn't keep track. It was probably a year. I remembered that we had dated all through sophomore and junior year. But, I was just too happy to remember it specifically, because, not only did I have an amazing boyfriend but our status had caused me to move up the pyramid and become one of the 'populars'. Everything had been perfect. But, when you're that happy, something has to happen. It's just fate.
And it did. I remember it too well. Elliot and I had been dating for exactly 18 months (I know, because I had to actually pull out a calendar and calculate it) and I was going to surprise him at his house. And, just so we're clear, this happened five hours ago.
I was taking my break while working at Sonic Boom and since it was summer vacation- late July to be exact, the costumers were numbered and I decided that my dad could handle it for a while. Besides, it was our 'a year and a half' anniversary and I had an amazing surprise for him. Well, it was chocolate but, it's the thought that counts. So, after I told my dad I was going out for a while, I got the box of sweets from my practise room and ran out into the hot streets. I smiled at the warmth and thought that the day was perfect.
I walked a couple minutes to his house and when I saw it a couple feet away, I smiled with relief. I was afraid that the chocolates were going to melt in this heat. I made it up to the porch and, deciding that I wanted to surprise him, I didn't knock. Instead, I took the key that was hiding very cliché-ly under the door mate and after I unlocked it, I swung the door opened quietly.
I took in a deep breath when I was inside his air conditioned house and I took a minute to catch my breath. I looked around and his house was very quiet. Suddenly, my grip on my box tightened and I felt something strange. I frowned and walked deeper into the house. I made a round of the entire first floor and still, everything was silent. My nervousness only intensified when I couldn't find him anywhere. Then, ever so slightly, a thump was heard from upstairs. I took in a deep breath. He probably dropped something I think, trying to convince myself. But, lying had never been a good skill of mine.
I started ascending the stairs and every step causes my stomach to tighten even more. I didn't know what to call it. Maybe it was just my stomachs' way of protesting since I skipped my lunch break to come to Elliot's. But, even as I shook it off as hunger, I couldn't get rid of the tiny feeling that there was something wrong…
I ended the thought as I reached Elliot's room. The door was closed and this causes me to take in a deep breath. He never closes his door I think, and this might not be good evidence but, suddenly, my chest tightens and the feeling like something was wrong comes back, not that it really left.
At this point, the box of chocolates in my hand was squished and forgotten. But, I was too far gone to care. I gulp in a breath again as I grab the cool handle. It's okay, it's okay, I encouraged myself but, the knot in my stomach said otherwise.
My arms shook as I swung the door open, and was completely unprepared for the sight behind it. I gasped loudly, dropping the chocolates. There was Elliot, having a heated make out session with Kimberly, a girl on the cheer squad. Their bodies were pressed tight together and neither of them had any clothes on. My eyes had begun to water. We hadn't even gotten to that stage yet I think, feeling betrayed. Yes, Elliot and I had been dating for a year and a half and we have never been fully unclothed before. It was mostly Elliot without a shirt, but, being a guy, that wasn't even that out of the norm. I never even knew that he wanted to go farther. When I had snapped out of my thoughts, I realized that I had missed my chance to leave. The two in front of me had heard me gasp and they jumped apart and turned to me.
"Ally I-," he started, looking at me wide eyed. Elliot gets off his bed and walks forward.
"No!" I screamed, backing up and wiping my tears.
"Get away from me! I never want to see you ever again!" I shout, feeling the tears begin to fall again. But it only got worse when Elliot didn't apologize or try to fix it. He just stood there, looking at me.
"Fine by me," he said, startling me. His eyes became darker and he smirked.
"I was going to drag this on longer and wait for a better time but, I guess I should just tell you this now," he started, causing me to stare worriedly at him.
"I had never liked you. It was a bet from my friends and now that the time is up, I can finally be with my real baby," he said, looking seductively at Kimberly. And, at that moment, I felt something shatter. My watering eyes widen as I take in the full force of his words. Elliot had been playing me this whole time, and I had fallen for it. It was my entire fault.
My tears came faster and my vision blurred. But, before I could give Elliot and his girlfriend the entertainment of seeing me break down, I twirled around and quickly ran down the stairs and through the house I had grown so used to. I stumbled as I reached the door and then I ran out of his house, heartbroken and upset as I made my way back to Sonic Boom.
And this brings us back to where we are now. I am currently crying my heart out in the practise room, crying over the unfairness of everything. Elliot had never liked me. It was all a stupid dare, whereas I was so sure that our relationship was perfect.
I continue to sit on the bench and just break down for what seems like hours until I can't cry anymore. My cheeks are wet from my tears and my throat hurts from my hiccupping and coughing. I take in a ragged breath and place my head into my hands. You let him, you let him, you let him. The same thought repeats in my mind and I can't stop it. Mostly because it was true. I shouldn't have fallen for him and I shouldn't have trusted him so much. But, in my defense, I had dated him for so long that I thought I could've trusted him. Worst mistake ever. I sigh and lift up my head, suddenly aware of reality. In about a month, I would have to go start senior year and see Elliot again. Then, I would be a laughing stock when he tells everyone about his bet—obviously, because they would laugh with him instead of feeling sorry for me—and I would have a horrible year. Point is, I could never face him and remember what he did to me. And yes, I should take the high road and just let the past go but as I am sitting here, alone, to only my thoughts, a crazy idea comes to mind. I stare straight ahead, giving my idea more thought. It would be hard, most definitely. There was no way my dad would agree to it but, nothing's impossible. If it did work, I could leave this life behind and start fresh somewhere else. The longer I think about it, the more determined I get. I am completely aware that my life will change- not yet sure if for the better or worse- but I just know that I have to leave. Elliot was my first boyfriend and I gave everything to him. My secrets, my life and he had never cared. As soon as he gets the chance, he is going to spill all my secrets and weaknesses to the whole school. I can feel my jaw clench as I build back up my walls that he so easily broke down. I ball my hands into fists as I take all my negative energy towards him and build my walls stronger and harder than before. I am done with boys. Unless someone else can succeed in making me trust them, and they won't, I am done with dropping my cover so quickly and willingly. I take one last uneven breath and dry off my face. Then, I walk out of the practise room, feeling different, stronger because my walls were back up and protecting me, and I go down stairs to tell my dad about my plan.
And there we have the first chapter!
This might've been slightly confusing so here are the main points:
-Ally met Elliot in the summer before sophomore year; she was 15.
-Ally turned 16.
-During March, they became a couple.
-They dated through sophomore year and junior year.
-They broke up during summer break, a month before senior year, she is now 17.
I hope this is helpful to those a little confused right now, because I know I was confused while writing this. I probably got some of it mixed up as well! But, go with the flow and this story will run smoothly. I also apologize for any mistakes in this story. I originally finished this chapter with them dating for 6 months, but, when I re- read it, I didn't like how they were so young, so I changed it into Ally entering senior year as 17 years old and turning 18 during the school year.
Review if you want me to continue this story!