~* I don't own BBMAK or the song Ghost of You and Me*~
Luis's POV
I'm sitting in the very back of the student lounge sipping a coke trying to figure out what I'm going to say to TJ when the door burst open and a breeze sweeps in the room. One of the JV tennis players gets up and is just about to shut the door again before Tricia appears in the doorway with a sheet of paper in her head and a ecstatic look on her face. She spots me and her smile widens, sprinting toward me waving the paper excitedly.
"I passed Luis, I get to play!" She throws her arms around my neck and nearly knocks me and my chair over backwards.
"What?" I ask untangling myself from her grasp and take the paper from her.
"That's my Spanish exam, I passed the equivalency test Hun, I get to play football this year. Isn't that great?"
The grin on her face physically pains me, it proves to me how much football mean to her. After all the work she put into being able to play this season I could never ask her to give it up. I have to tell her, I'm going to tell her.
I force a smile and kick out the seat across from me so she can sit.
"That's fantastic baby."
"I knew everything would work out, we passed our project, I get to keep playing football and my father didn't kill you. This calls for a round of soda for everyone, on me." She says the last part loud enough that everyone in the room can hear and the lady working the cash register looks petrified as a herd of teens rush the snack counter. "So you're going to come to my games right? You can sit in the bleachers and be all supportive, like all other players' girlfriends."
"What am I the girl in this relationship?"
"Hehe." She giggles and bounces in her chair then frowns. "Why aren't you happy Luis? You look so depressed."
Alright, here goes, 'I can't see you anymore.' I didn't say that out loud did I? Nope, I'm chicken shit. I don't want to lose her, I don't want to let her go. If I could just get her to say she loves me more then football, that she'd give it up for me.
"I'm just sort of out of it today that's all."
"Distracted?"
"A little, actually allot." I pick up the wrapper to my straw and begin twisting it in my fingers, agitatedly tying small knots in it.
"Okay, what's on your mind sweetie? What's the problem?" Her crystal eyes stare into mine and my heart breaks.
Cruel faint, just when I finally find love I have to give it up. Star crossed, Romeo and Juliet, I can't take this. I shouldn't have to lose her just because of the color of my skin, or the country my parents were born in. Love is blind and TJ's gorgeous eyes see no color when they look at me. When I look at her all I see is love. As I study her face I remember the first time I heard her laugh, the first time I felt her skin. Priceless memorize that will be locked in my brain forever. But it's time to get it over with, this isn't going to get any easier.
"Tricia," I dropped the straw wrapper and reach out to grasp her hand, knowing this may be the last time I ever get to touch her again. "I think we should see other people."
The smile that was moments ago embedded on her face like it'd been chiseled there fades and she swiftly yanks her hand away. I can feel the ball form in pit of my stomach, she's going to ask why. I don't what to tell her. Can I really just blurt out that her dad's forcing it? Wouldn't that hurt even more? Would you feel worse to know that not only was your boyfriend leaving but your father arranged it?
"You're joking right?"
I shake my head.
TJ bites on her bottom lip as it starts to quiver and I just want to crawl into the floor and die. Watching the tears start to cluster in her eyes is nearly unbearable. I'd rather rip out my own heart and serve it up on a platter then cause her pain.
"How could you do this to me? How could just walk into my life and change everything and then just walk out again as casual as you came in. This isn't me Luis, TJ Lyons doesn't date, she doesn't cry and most of all she doesn't fall in love, especially not with someone so different from everything she's been taught. I guess people were right though, you really can't change. Breaking hearts is your MO isn't it. I can't even stand the sight of you." With echoing crack she slaps me across the face and fleas the lounge.
TJ'S POV
I can't believe he just did that to me. I can't believe after all I risk for him, he'd just call it off like that, like it didn't even matter. But then that is what he's known for. I'm the perfect conquest, in retrospect. What better trophy for his friends in Florida then the rich girl with the racist upbringing? If he could get me he really must be the greatest Latin Lover.
I need to get out of here, I need to take a ride. My car's parked in the back, I think I have my spare keys in the my backpack. I do, there they are, I'm out of here.
I find my Vet just where I left it and I'm in it and out of the parking lot in no time. It's starting to drizzle but it's not to bad, my car can handle it. I need some music, music always takes away the pain. The rain interfering with my radio, that's just the way my day's going to be I guess. What's the only channel I can get to come in alright? The one playing Ghost of You and Me, by BBMAK. And it's just starting to top it all off, that's almost what I need to hear right now. A song about a love gone wrong.
'What am I supposed to do with all these blues- Haunting me- Everywhere no what I do- Watching the candle flicker out in in the evening glow- I can't let go- When will this night be over- I didn't mean to fall-In love with you-And baby there's a name-For what you put me through-It isn't love-It's robbery-I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me'
Safe to say that's enough music for me. The radio's just distracting anyway, keeps your mind off the important things. The important thing for me right now is controlling this sled of a car. The rain's getting heavier and the road is slick, if I wreck this car will crumble around me like cardboard. One of the down falls to driving fiberglass with wheels. There's someone behind me beeping their horn franticly, but I haven't looked to see who it is yet, I don't want to take my eyes off the road. Still I think I should see who it is, and what the problem is.
It's Luis and he's riding my ass pretty close. Leave it to that jerk to dump me and then follow me. If it's over, it's over. Can't he just leave me alone? I want him to just leave me alone. I want him to fall off the face of the Earth. He could just drop dead for all I care.
SQUEAL, SQUEAK, SMASH.
Luis's POV
I'm sitting in the very back of the student lounge sipping a coke trying to figure out what I'm going to say to TJ when the door burst open and a breeze sweeps in the room. One of the JV tennis players gets up and is just about to shut the door again before Tricia appears in the doorway with a sheet of paper in her head and a ecstatic look on her face. She spots me and her smile widens, sprinting toward me waving the paper excitedly.
"I passed Luis, I get to play!" She throws her arms around my neck and nearly knocks me and my chair over backwards.
"What?" I ask untangling myself from her grasp and take the paper from her.
"That's my Spanish exam, I passed the equivalency test Hun, I get to play football this year. Isn't that great?"
The grin on her face physically pains me, it proves to me how much football mean to her. After all the work she put into being able to play this season I could never ask her to give it up. I have to tell her, I'm going to tell her.
I force a smile and kick out the seat across from me so she can sit.
"That's fantastic baby."
"I knew everything would work out, we passed our project, I get to keep playing football and my father didn't kill you. This calls for a round of soda for everyone, on me." She says the last part loud enough that everyone in the room can hear and the lady working the cash register looks petrified as a herd of teens rush the snack counter. "So you're going to come to my games right? You can sit in the bleachers and be all supportive, like all other players' girlfriends."
"What am I the girl in this relationship?"
"Hehe." She giggles and bounces in her chair then frowns. "Why aren't you happy Luis? You look so depressed."
Alright, here goes, 'I can't see you anymore.' I didn't say that out loud did I? Nope, I'm chicken shit. I don't want to lose her, I don't want to let her go. If I could just get her to say she loves me more then football, that she'd give it up for me.
"I'm just sort of out of it today that's all."
"Distracted?"
"A little, actually allot." I pick up the wrapper to my straw and begin twisting it in my fingers, agitatedly tying small knots in it.
"Okay, what's on your mind sweetie? What's the problem?" Her crystal eyes stare into mine and my heart breaks.
Cruel faint, just when I finally find love I have to give it up. Star crossed, Romeo and Juliet, I can't take this. I shouldn't have to lose her just because of the color of my skin, or the country my parents were born in. Love is blind and TJ's gorgeous eyes see no color when they look at me. When I look at her all I see is love. As I study her face I remember the first time I heard her laugh, the first time I felt her skin. Priceless memorize that will be locked in my brain forever. But it's time to get it over with, this isn't going to get any easier.
"Tricia," I dropped the straw wrapper and reach out to grasp her hand, knowing this may be the last time I ever get to touch her again. "I think we should see other people."
The smile that was moments ago embedded on her face like it'd been chiseled there fades and she swiftly yanks her hand away. I can feel the ball form in pit of my stomach, she's going to ask why. I don't what to tell her. Can I really just blurt out that her dad's forcing it? Wouldn't that hurt even more? Would you feel worse to know that not only was your boyfriend leaving but your father arranged it?
"You're joking right?"
I shake my head.
TJ bites on her bottom lip as it starts to quiver and I just want to crawl into the floor and die. Watching the tears start to cluster in her eyes is nearly unbearable. I'd rather rip out my own heart and serve it up on a platter then cause her pain.
"How could you do this to me? How could just walk into my life and change everything and then just walk out again as casual as you came in. This isn't me Luis, TJ Lyons doesn't date, she doesn't cry and most of all she doesn't fall in love, especially not with someone so different from everything she's been taught. I guess people were right though, you really can't change. Breaking hearts is your MO isn't it. I can't even stand the sight of you." With echoing crack she slaps me across the face and fleas the lounge.
TJ'S POV
I can't believe he just did that to me. I can't believe after all I risk for him, he'd just call it off like that, like it didn't even matter. But then that is what he's known for. I'm the perfect conquest, in retrospect. What better trophy for his friends in Florida then the rich girl with the racist upbringing? If he could get me he really must be the greatest Latin Lover.
I need to get out of here, I need to take a ride. My car's parked in the back, I think I have my spare keys in the my backpack. I do, there they are, I'm out of here.
I find my Vet just where I left it and I'm in it and out of the parking lot in no time. It's starting to drizzle but it's not to bad, my car can handle it. I need some music, music always takes away the pain. The rain interfering with my radio, that's just the way my day's going to be I guess. What's the only channel I can get to come in alright? The one playing Ghost of You and Me, by BBMAK. And it's just starting to top it all off, that's almost what I need to hear right now. A song about a love gone wrong.
'What am I supposed to do with all these blues- Haunting me- Everywhere no what I do- Watching the candle flicker out in in the evening glow- I can't let go- When will this night be over- I didn't mean to fall-In love with you-And baby there's a name-For what you put me through-It isn't love-It's robbery-I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me'
Safe to say that's enough music for me. The radio's just distracting anyway, keeps your mind off the important things. The important thing for me right now is controlling this sled of a car. The rain's getting heavier and the road is slick, if I wreck this car will crumble around me like cardboard. One of the down falls to driving fiberglass with wheels. There's someone behind me beeping their horn franticly, but I haven't looked to see who it is yet, I don't want to take my eyes off the road. Still I think I should see who it is, and what the problem is.
It's Luis and he's riding my ass pretty close. Leave it to that jerk to dump me and then follow me. If it's over, it's over. Can't he just leave me alone? I want him to just leave me alone. I want him to fall off the face of the Earth. He could just drop dead for all I care.
SQUEAL, SQUEAK, SMASH.