Sup, guys? Guys, I'm sorry. I've been trying to update, but I need some inspiration. I absolutely hate begging you guys to review, I really do, but I need some inspiration. I know that this is harder to help suggest for, considering, in my opinion, that this is a very original story, but I just need some. Any cliche ideas are fine. The big stuff won't happen until later in the story. But anyways, I've been good, though I've had better days. I've decided that I'm going to start putting a, persay, quote, before each chapter and a Bible verse at the end because that usually helps me think. I hope everyone likes this chapter.
Disclaimer: Dude, I'm a girl. Enough said.
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"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages...I hate love."
-Neil Gaiman
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Lexie's P.O.V
Flashback:
I was walking towards the soccer field where my boyfriend, Ethan was waiting for me. Boyfriend. That word was still foreign to me, despite having one for almost 6 months.
Butterfly's made their way into my stomach when thinking about Ethan. Our relationship was going great, even though we both knew that I was eventually going to have to move because of the record deal and all that jazz. That saddened me, but I had only turned 16 a month ago, so we would have time. I had chosen to move November 1st. But anyways.
I clutched the picture frame that was in my hand. It was Ethan and I's 6 month anniversary. Yes, we do that. But the present was a song I had written for him surrounded by photos of us and our friends. It had who it was dedicated for and the day it was written at the top.
I was walking in the soccer field to the changing room. It looked like everyone had already evacuated it. But it sounded like there was someone having some trouble in the changing room. I rolled my eyes. Ethan probably got his shirt stuck on something and was too stubborn to call me on his cell phone. I got closer to the room and it still sounded like he was having some trouble. He was so clumsy sometimes… I got to the door and I found that it was cracked open. I wondered what was going on. He never left it open. Curious, I walked in. I almost gasped at what I saw, but I managed to keep quiet, despite the tears threatening to pour out of my eyes any second now. Ethan, my soon to be ex-boyfriend, had his arms on Victoria Ramli's waist. Worse, they were kissing passionately, her arms around his neck. I gripped the picture frame tighter, and I slowly backed away, not giving my presence away. Once I was fully out of the room, I sprinted across the soccer field. I decided I would break up with him later that night. I wouldn't tell him why. He was smart enough to figure it out, although now I wasn't so sure. He thought I wouldn't catch him? That thought almost made me laugh.
-Later That Night-
¨Hey, Lexie!¨ He said, meeting me on my front porch. I responded by mumbling a dejected,
¨Hi," Ethan looked at me, like he was concerned. 'It's fake. If he really was concerned and loved you, he wouldn't have cheated on you,' That little voice in the back of my head told me. I silently agreed.
¨What's wrong?¨ He asked.
¨You tell me,¨ I mumbled under my breath. I'm mumbling a lot… Right then, I took a deep breath.
"Ethan, we need to talk," I said in a clear voice, trying to force the lump in my throat down. He looked at me, question in his eyes.
"Sure, Lexie. About what?" He asked. I took a deep breath.
"We need to break up," I replied quickly. His eyes widened and his face looked pained.
"What?" He exclaimed, looking surprised and upset. Faker…
"I said, we need to break up," I repeated. He got up off the sofa and walked towards me. He raised his hand and I flinched away from him out of instinct. I relaxed when he rested his hand on my shoulder. He looked into my eyes, trying to dig out answers.
"I heard you the first time," He said. He continued. "What I want to know is why?" He asked. I opened my mouth and the biggest lie I ever had told came out of my mouth.
"Because. It's simple. I don't love you anymore. I don't think I ever did," I said, trying to look him in the eye. Pain flashed across his face, but it was gone after I blinked, so I thought I had imagined it.
"Fine," He whispered. Then he said it again, louder. "Fine. There goes 6 months of my life. Down the drain," He was practically yelling at the end. I flinched and I guess he saw me, because his gaze softened. But his eyes hardened right after that.
"Just leave," I softly whispered. He shrugged, his normally amber eyes now a dark, stormy green.
"Fine," He growled. Then he started stalking off the porch. If I had looked over at where he was, I would have seen a few tears escaping his eyes. But I didn't know. And I was to focused on my own tears and choking down my own sobs. As soon as I saw him get in his truck, I collapsed on the couch that he got me for my front porch. Some boyfriends get roses, others get couches (Don't get me wrong, he got me roses too). I managed to crack a smile at that. I managed to calm myself down. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep…
*End Flashback*
My eyes flashed open. I was in AP Math. I had been at this school for a week now. It had been forever since we broke up. That thought calmed me down. Good. I didn't still love him. I was just afraid of getting hurt again...right?
My thoughts were broken by the slamming of a door. Mrs. Bear just walked out of the room, leaving a bunch of hyper, wound up kids alone. In a room. With no adults or any sort of supervision.. I thought teachers were supposed to be smart… I wasn't surprised when almost everyone got up and started screaming at each other. I decided to get up and walk over to the two people who weren't screaming. Nico di Angelo and Will Solace, who just happened to be the only two people I knew in this class. Kamryn was absent and it turns out Connor had regular math. Boo. If you're wondering why I don't have any other friends in this class, well, I'm not what you would call the most social person. Which is ironic, considering my job… Anyways, I walked over to them and sat down at the empty chair beside Will.
"Hi," I said, trying to make conversation with them.
"Hi," Will replied cheerily, his bright blue eyes sparkling at something Nico had said before I walked over.
"Hi," Nico muttered, obviously upset at my arrival. My face fell. I quickly covered that up, though. I pretended to be oblivious to his obvious distaste.
"What are you boys doing?" I asked.
"Just talking. We definitely weren't going to start making out at all. Definitely not," Will said, obviously flustered. Nico smacked him across the head. I grinned.
"Don't let me stop you," I said slyly, watching their faces grow as red as a tomato. I grinned again while they tried to gain their words. Then I felt a little jealous. Not of Nico or Will, even though they were both super hot (They were gay. I don't date gay guys and gay guys don't date me), but of their relationship. They had a very loving relationship according to Piper, Annabeth, and Hazel. Oh yeah. We had all agreed that it was all just one big misunderstanding. Nothing to fuss about.
"So you want to watch us stick our tongues down each others throats?" Will asked, barely containing his laughter, while Nico's face got even redder if that was possible. I shrugged nonchalantly.
"It's not like I've never made out with a guy. Granted, I've only ever made out with one, but still," I replied, grinning and trying not to remember just who this guy was. Will raised his eyebrows.
"And who might this guy be?" He asked. Uh Oh.
"Oh, you know, just a guy named Ethan," I replied hesitantly. I don't really like telling people I used to date him.
"Ethan who?" Nico asked, speaking for the first time since the 'hi'. Double uh oh.
"Oh, um, Ethan. The one that goes to this school," I replied weakly, hoping I wouldn't be questioned any farther. The universe apparently wasn't on my side that day.
"There's, like, 15 who go to this school. What's his last name?" Nico said, looking exasperated. I decided to put this particular topic to rest.
"I really don't like to talk about it. I just brought it up to make a point," I replied uncomfortably. They let it pass, thankfully.
"Okay," Will said. Nico nodded.
"Awkward," Nico said, breaking the silence in our little group of silence. I busted out laughing. Who knew di Angelo could be funny? Just kidding. Maybe...
"Hey," I said after a few seconds of catching my breath. "Maybe you guys could come over tonight with the others?" I suggested. I felt like I was forgetting someone, but I shook that nagging voice off my head. Will nodded enthusiastically.
"Sure," Will exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Kay," I nodded. I gave them my address and then the feared bell rang. I jumped up from my seat and ran out before Boyfri- I mean, Braden, left his classroom. I can't help that he's slow. I walked into AP History.
"'Sup, Robinson?" I asked Braden. He looked at me incredulously, like I was stupid or something. Which I wasn't. I happened to be a very smart person.
"Do you know what's wrong with my brother? He's been ignoring me all week. It's like he hates me," He reported. I shrugged. It's hard to believe that they're twins. They are fraternal, they have completely different attitudes, and one of them is a lying, cheating, dirtbag.
"I don't know. Maybe he's mad at you? That's usually why people avoid others," I replied, trying to keep sarcasm from leaking out of my voice. From the look on his face, I knew it didn't work.
"Maybe you're right. But my brother is definitely a piece of work," He decided. I looked at him with a 'duh' look on my face.
"Duh," I decided to copy my looks, "Of course I'm right. It's my job to be correct," I said, though of course, it wasn't. But pish-posh.
"Anywho," I continued, "You best get to class before you're late," I said, pushing him out of the room, just as Ethan walked in.
"Woah," They both muttered, scooting away from each other. I hid my mouth behind my hand to keep my laughter contained.
"Well, c'mon Ethan. McEntire's giving us all period to work on this project," I said, ushering him over to our desks. He nodded, deciding not to speak.
"So, we're doing Athena and Poseidon. They'll be fun because there is a lot of information about them and we'll be able to do this much quicker and it'll be much easier," I rambled, while Ethan just kind of looked at me, lost in his own little world. I really hope he's not fascinated with they Albert Einstein poster behind me. Sure, great guy, but dude, get a better hair stylist.
"Ethan. Earth to the Ethan," I tried. He shot up out of his blue, plastic seat only to sit down again right after that.
"Wha- Uh, What?" He blasted. I just looked at him with the look. Y'know, the one where girls can tell guys that they're on thin ice with the girl right now. That's the one.
"Project. Poseidon. Athena. Keep up, Ethan," I slowly answered. He nodded in understanding. We got to work.
Kamryn's P.O.V
"I hate being sick," I moaned to myself. I had the amazing thing you call the Flu. I call it endless, long hours stuck inside without reading or writing, courtesy of myself for leaving everything at school. I'm so smart, right? At least I have my phone… But everyone's in school right now and I don't feel like playing on that right now. I looked at the teal walls of my rooms that were covered with photos, drawings, stories, posters and many more things. I also had a large cross hanging off my walls. But yeah. You get the point. I looked over at my dead computer. I forgot the charger at school.
I was still in 'deep' thought when I heard my phone ring, and I realized school had just ended. I looked at the caller ID and noticed it was Lexia. I picked it up.
"Hey!" She said cheerfully. "Are you coming to Lexie's after school? I know you're sick, but…" She trailed off.
"Sure. Why not? I've got nothing to lose," I said. We said bye to each other and hung up. I got up to get dressed and decided on a red shirt and bright blue jeans. Yay! I then started the long walk to Lexie's house.
Sorry for the filler chapter! I noticed it wasn't the best, but it's what I've got. Hope someone liked it! Review, laugh, and live!
2 Timothy 1:7For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
~PothenaIsMyLife