Hard Love, Mis Understood [best story books to read txt] 📗

me. I wonder how  many pages college is going to make us do. Just thinking about it makes my brain want to explode into tiny pieces! We worked on our research paper when a tiny paper slowly made its way onto my desk.

I looked up to see Dave waiting for me to open it. When I did, it was in small handwriting with all capital letters. It said:

‘My house or your house?’

 

I picked my pencil up and wrote:

 

'Your house.'

 

I gave it back to him. It took a couple of minutes until he gave me the piece of paper back.

 

‘Meet me at the main entrance at two-thirty.’

 

I nodded. I  looked to see if anyone was looking at our little exchanging but everyone was engrossed to their papers. I raised my hand to ask to go to the restroom. When the teacher gave me a pass to go, I did was I had to do and washed my hands. There was a girl in a stall. I heard gagging sounds and coughing. It sounded hideously and painful. It made my eyes water a bit. I noticed she was kneeling down, so she must have been throwing up. I also noticed she was wearing cheetah print heels. I knocked on her stall and asked if she was okay. Suddenly it got quiet.

‘Weird, it’s like she was in control of her puking.’

When you puke, you can’t hold it back right? It like a fast reflex, it comes out automatically, no?

She never answered so I let her be. I walked back to my classroom and got on with my work.

 

School ends at two twenty-five. I had five minutes to go to my locker and put the things I need in my bag and the things I don’t in my locker. Stacey came three minutes later.

“Hey can you find a ride home?” I asked her.

“Uh maybe let me text someone,” she took out her phone and tapped her screen. I closed my locker and leaned against it waiting for her answer. About a few seconds later, her phone vibrated.

“Yes I can get a ride,” she nodded.

“Okay see ya at home,” I waved and she returned it.

It was after two thirty, so I sped walked to the main entrance. From far away I could see Dave and Melanie together. Her hands were around his neck and his hands were on her hips. It made my stomach turn. She was about to give him a kiss on the lips when he swiftly turned his head, her lips landing on his cheek. He gave her a tight smiled and said something to her while shaking his head. What he said seemed to irritate her because she walked off angrily. I looked to see her shoes.

Cheetah print high heels

‘No effing way!’

 

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Chapter Eight: The # Ten

 - Chapter 8: The # Ten [David’s POV] -

 

“Do you know where your heart is? Do you think you can find it? Or did you trade it for something, Somewhere better just to have it? Do you know where your love is? Do you think that you lost it? You felt it so strong, but nothing's turned out how you wanted. Well, bless my soul, you're a lonely soul... 'Cause you won't let go of anything you hold!" -OneRepublic

 

 

“Ever since she’s been around, you want nothing to do with me,” Melanie shoved my chest and left. What she said was true. If she can see it, then that means I’m letting my walls down, and I cannot let that happen. No way man, no way.

This is getting sickening, I can’t wait to graduate and leave. For I can be free. Because lately it feels like I’ve been falling. Not free falling. I'm falling against my will. Sometimes I can’t breathe because it feels like the air is in my face. I don’t know when I’m going to land, and the anticipation is killing me. Because I know when I land, it’s when my life will begin. When I land, I know that’s when I can run, walk. With no strings attached. I can have the freedom of being who I am. But right now. I have to be who everyone expects.

I looked at Melanie’s figure walking away. I’m not in love with her anymore, I haven’t been for such a long time but I care for her. I wish she could see we’re not good for each other. I can’t stand her, she’s so annoying. Her voice is like an incessant instrument being played the wrong way. Her hair, her body and what she’s done to it; what she is doing to it, is so bad for her. But I still feel something towards her, I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why I go back to her because when I am with her, part of me shuts down. I do care for her, I do. But you wouldn’t understand this relationship. No one does, no one knows the story. Our story.

If I close my eyes, I can still see her strawberry-blonde hair, straight at the top with waves at the very end of her tips. Her full bottom lips and  M-shaped upper lip’ that’s how they looked when they were natural. I know you might be confused, hell I’m confused. Why am I daydreaming of Mels when I’m in love with someone else? It’s so difficult. So fucking difficult. All of this makes my chest hurt, like someone ripped my heart out, and never gave it back.

I’m in the mood to listen some rock and  J Cole. Music understands me, it speaks to me.

 

“Hey.”

My stomach erupt with butterflies.

'What the hell am I saying?'

If Matt or Jason heard what I’ve been saying lately, they’d probably beat the shit out of me. I put on my  fake facade and gave her a small nod.

“I was just wondering if we can go to the store and get some supplies,” Jazielly pointed forward to where the stores next to our school were.

“Fine with me,” I nodded, again. Then, I took my wallet from my back pocket and have her two twenty dollar bills.

“Get whatever we need for the project, and get us some munchies,” I took her hand and put the money on it when I noticed she wasn’t going to cooperate. “I prefer Iced tea or cold Green tea but if there is none get me a ginger Ale. Thanks,” I  got on the motorcycle and turned it on before she said anything. I plugged my headphones then put my helmet on, completely ignoring Jazielly.

“Apparently” by J Cole was the first song that came up which was a good song. I looked at Jazielly still standing there, her calm appearance was now replaced by an irritated one. I tapped my wrist like I had on a watch. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, basically saying ‘you-can’t-be-serious’. But I was.

I tapped the kickstand with the back of my heel. Maybe she will get the hint, and start walking to her car. When  I looked back, she was heading towards a burgundy Acura ILX. It was beautiful, the perfect car for her. You can imagine what Melanie had. A punch buggy, at least the color wasn’t pink; it was baby-blue. Though the headlights had eyelashes. It’s incredible how much she’s changed since eighth grade.

Jazielly got her car and then we headed to the store.

She went in, while I stood on the bike. I feel like it would be to weird if we went inside together. I mean, the only time we were “close” was that time we were in the closet. And back in freshman year when everything went downhill. I wish we can go back to the old days, where appearances didn't matter. Now, I feel like that’s what matters nowadays.

Like, who has better shoes? Who has the fastest car? What labels did we wear? Who has bigger boobs? Who has a rounder ass? I can keep going but it’ll get to me and I will be thinking about it all day long. Then, I’ll get this intense look all day. I don’t want that because people will start asking questions.

After ten minutes of waiting, I put on “Welcome to My life” by Simple Plan.

“Do you ever feel like breaking down?”

 

Always. There’s never a day that goes by where I don’t feel like screaming at the world.

“Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong. And no one understands you.”

 

The last time I felt where I belonged was in eighth grade. Where I played football without worrying if my dad was gonna flip on me if I loosed. Without worrying about girls and the future.

“Do you ever want to run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud, that no one hears you screaming.”

I want to run without looking back.

 

“Are you desperate to find something more. Before your life is over? Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around? With their big fake smiles and stupid lies. While deep inside you're bleeding. “

I’ve always wondered what was my purpose for being in this world. I feel like this every single day in my life.  This why I need music. Music speaks to me in a way a regular human beings don’t. In a way that each word gets to me, and it understand what I go through. Without judging me.

 

A tap on my shoulder took made me come back into this shitty world.

“Hey, guess what? They had Iced tea,” she held up the bags which had like three bottles of Iced tea, and plenty of munchies.

I honestly felt like a dick for not going inside, She was carrying like five bags filled with big and heavy things. I don’t deserve her kindness.

'Why was she this way? Why did she come back? Shouldn’t she be angry at the world?'

 

“Hey Dave, are you okay?” She scrunched her eyebrows together and tilted her head, as if trying to break me apart and see the inside of me. The things I hide so profoundly, for no one to see.

“I’m perfect,” I winked, and she fucking blushed.  But then she shook her head and gave me all the heavy bags and walked to her car.

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My mom, let us not talk about that shit.

My dad was at work, like always. So I had the house to myself, except the housekeeper and the chef of the house. Julia was in the kitchen making rice, beans and stewed beef. Yamil was probably doing laundry. She needed everything clean. Of course, it was her job to keep the house cleaned. But she needed to see the house clean or she would start cleaning all over again. That is probably the reason why she’s been our employee since I was like five.

We headed up to my room, because the Julia was in the kitchen and I didn’t want to bother her with my music.

I always felt anxious of bringing someone in my room, that’s why I barely invite people to come inside it. My room was a part of me, so yeah.

My bedroom set was