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And that's were I am now.
Confused.
Alone.
Unloved.
Isn't it strange when someone tells you they love you and you actually believe them? You think, this person will always love me and never love another. And you're floating on air and suddenly-you fall to the ground.
Hard.
On the cement.
In the rain.
This happened two weeks ago, but I am afraid my torn heart will never heal. It has a huge stain on it, forever, like when you spill permanent ink on the carpet.
Stained.
Ugly.
And never to change itself back to normal.
And that is my past. My future is another story. As I tell you this, I am walking. I am sure that I am out of Jump City by now. And I am glad.
Very glad.
But heartbroken.
For that kiss keeps lingering in my mind, teasing me, and taunting me.
And it hurts.
So much.
I am walking by some kids on the street. They are teenagers, just like me I realize as I draw closer. The tallest one stops me.
"Where ya goin' Blondie?" he asks. I stop. There's a cigarette in his hand. I back away in disgust.
"Away from here," I say and start to walk away. He grabs my shoulder. "Let go!" I cry. He smiles evilly.
"Ever had a cigarette before, Blondie?" he asks. I grind my teeth.
"Don't. Call. Me. 'Blondie'," I say 'Blondie' like it's a curse. "And I don't do drugs." I turn away again and he grabs my shoulder again.
"How about trying one now?" He says, offering his cigarette.
"Ah, to smoke or not to smoke," I say, trying to look like I'm thinking. My face started glaring, "I think I'll take not." I started to turn. He grabs my shoulder again. "Leave me alone!"
"Leave her alone," says a different voice. We both turn. A figure with hair like a carrot stood against a tree. "She obviously doesn't smoke on days that end with 'y' like you."
The tall boy hissed. "Stanley." Stanley glared back.
"Patrick," He says calmly. Patrickshoots him a death look and then turns back to me.
"Do I have to force you?" he asks me. I smile sweetly.
"You don't look like Darth Vader or Luke or any other Jedi I've heard off, so you can't make me do anything I don't want to," I say, still smiling sweetly. Stanley smiled at Patrick.
"Well, thank you for your time," Stanley says, steering me out of their way.
"See you Monday,"Patrick says, poison dripping from his voice. We begin running.
"This way," Stanley panted pointing towards an ice-cream store. We run in. "Come on, let's get something to eat." He stops in front of the food. "Whatcha in the mood for?"
I am stunned.
"Anything?" I ask, amazed. He laughs.
"Sure," he replies.
"I'll have a coke," I say, unable to stop the words from spilling from my lips. "And a...uh…Crunch bar." I love crunch bars. It has been forever since I have had one.
"Sure," he repeated and told the cashier what I had said and what he wanted. I studied him. He was cute, that was for sure and his hair was leaning into his eyes. He seems nice enough too. I slip into a table. He followed and sits down.
"So, what's your name?" He asks as he hands me my soda.
"It's…uh…T-Jessica." He looks confused.
"Tjessica?" he says slowly.
"No, just Jessica," I lie, hoping he believes me. He seems to.
"I'm Stanley," he says, "But everyone calls me Stan."
"Cool," I say sipping my soda. It is so good! How could I have ever survived without it all these years?
"So," he asks, "Where are you from?"
"Uh…here?" I tell him. He raises an eyebrow.
"Sure you are and I'm the tooth fairy," he says, rolling his eyes.
"How did you know?" I ask, amazed.
"You don't knowPatrick and his gang." He pauses. "Duh." I blush.
"So where are you from?" he asks, biting into a snickers bar.
"Jump City," I say before I can stop myself. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut? Probably the Jedi mind control trick, I tell myself and start choking on my soda.
"Jump City…" he says, ignoring me, "I have some friends in Jump City."
"Cool," I repeat and start licking the crunch bar like a lollipop. He looks at his watch.
"Well," he says, "I should go. It's seven already." I nod.
"See ya on Monday," he says grinning and sliding out of the seat.
"What's happening on Monday?" I ask.
"High school," he replies.
High School?
Oh no.
"Which one?" I ask.
Smooth Terra. Real smooth.
"M.G.H. See ya!" He runs.
"Wait..." I call but he is already gone.
Shit.