Chapter 314
Arabella Rivera
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly through my parted lips. My mind had been racing the entire day. I know Gwen wanted me to forget about what happened but I just, couldn’t. I tried, I really did. But every single time I think about him. the scene in the cafeteria emerges back into my head.
The usual chirpiness in her voice had definitely reared back into her tone, yet something was different. The way she looked at me was different. Well the way she avoided looking at me I suppose I should say. Even dropping me off she didn’t joke about sex which was a shocker.
Seeing how distant she was being with me led to my brain working quickly and putting the pieces together. Whatever Haiden said to her had something to do with me, or it involved me at least.
I wanted to confront Haiden, ask him what he said to her but after following Mr. Gibbern, Haiden was yet to be seen again. I was like he had vanished into thin air. Not even his black pickup van was in the driveway when I got home.
Maybe I should just leave it alone. Act as though nothing happened, act like there wasn’t a shift in my life recently just ›ecause of, him.
I crumbled the piece of paper, not liking the draft I had just written and cast it inside the small rose–gold trash can at the foot of the desk.
It was night already. The sun had gone down a few minutes ago, leaving the entire world in complete darkness. Only that th ight from the street lamps eased the wandering humans who roamed the streets at night.
[ loved the darkness, I craved the sort of quiet relief it gave me.
Night is when my brain can finally detach from what happened prior, when I can hear the crickets and listen to the occasional passing cars. But tonight was different. Tonight my brain was running on a treadmill and I feared it was going a bit too fast.
My brain was running on thoughts of him.
I sighed pulling out another piece of paper from the drawer and set it on the smooth surface of the desk. Mr. Boyd was a good teacher, if you skip the glare etched on his face daily or the grouchiness in his voice that he can’t seem to lessen on. Apart from that, he was considered one of the best in the school.
But giving us an assignment on the first day would not earn him brownie points any time soon, especially from me. I took literature because I enjoyed reading in my spare time but poetry was where my brain skidded to a stop.
I didn’t hate it per se, I just didn’t enjoy reading it. And writing it? Well, let’s just say a migraine was lurking behind my eyelids.
“You can’t just write poetry without it moving you, you must feel it, blah, blah, blah.” I snapped faintly.
“Well Mr. Boyd, poetry can kiss my fine ass.” I grumble, tapping the pencil on the paper. I grunt, resting my head on my opened palm and tugged at the roots of my hair.
I couldn’t afford to fail this, it was ten percent of the term grade. Failing it would only have mother and father on my back twenty for seven. I shivered at the very thought.
“There are so many human emotions, which one should I write about? Uhhh. “I clench my eyes shut.
Love. I’ll just write about love, it’s the only emotion that’s easier to write about.
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Finally agreeing with what I came up with, I opened my eyes and began jotting down randomly on the paper. Ironic that a girl who didn’t know anything about love chose the emotion to write about. I can only see this going two ways.
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One, I’d make Mr. Boyd cringe but still pass because somewhere deep inside he’s a lover of romance. Two I’d cringe myself, write some nonsense and fail miserably. The second one wasn’t an option.
A touch to her shoulder
Fingers lacing between her own
A night to remember
Never leaving home alone
A flip of her heart as he smile-
A loud shattering sound came from downstairs. My fingers froze and my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I cooked dinner and you’re telling me you already ate!?” The sharp voice of mother shouts.
“You know how long this took me?!” She continued to yell followed by another shattering of glass to the wall.
I jerk in the chair, gripping the pencil tightly. Gertrude worked half–day today so mother took it upon herself to cook dinner tonight. I knew it was just to impress father but I suppose it didn’t go as planned.
“I need you to meet me halfway John! I can’t do it all by myself!” Her voice grew until they reechoed through the walls.
“We will talk about this tomorrow Margie, not tonight.” Father spat.
The muscles in my body stiffen knowing they would argue all night long. I rose from the chair and made my way to my opened door.
I slammed it shut hoping it would drown out their loud arguing. Their voices are now muffled behind the door and I let out a jagged breath.
I hated this. I hated this life where we acted to be perfect. Sooner or later the curtains will be pulled or ripped and it will be too late. I just didn’t know if I’ll hate it or love it.
I made my way back to the desk and chair, plopping down with a groan. I continued to write, failing to keep my mind off my parents. It’s hard to, when their arguing can still be heard even though it’s muttled.
She took in a sharp breath
Oh how she wished they could stay like this for a while
He drew her closer
Filling her with warmth
Her head lay upon his shoulder
She let out a sigh, knowing forever
They would be together.
I place the pencil on the desk beside the paper, throwing my hands back to stretch out with a yawn. The voices of mother and father were but a whisper that I was sure would stop in the later hours. I had grown accustomed to it, a routine that I
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despised.
I clutch the piece of paper, scanning my eyes over the words I had just written.
A touch to her shoulder
Fingers lacing between her own
A night to remember
Never leaving home alone.
A flip of her heart as he smile
She took in a sharp breath
Oh how she wished they could stay like this for a while
He drew her closer
Filling her with warmth
Her head lay upon his shoulder
She let out a sigh, knowing forever
They would be together
I snorted, mocking my very own words. Love was just a facade. There is no such thing as having love forever. I placed the paper down on the desk when I heard the sound of an engine dying. I rose from the chair and made my way to the opened window.
Hiding behind the shadows of my curtain I peeked behind them. Haiden came out of his van and slammed the door shut. The door to his house opens and the light from inside illuminates towards the front porch all the way to the driveway with a soft glow.
Mrs. Cross’s shadow comes in the doorway. “Haiden, do you know how late it is?! The principle called-
“I don’t fucking care.” He groans walking over to the front door. His eyes flicker quickly to my window before he disappears.
Love was nothing but an illusion. Forever was even worse,
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