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 black. My rug was black and , my walls were royal blue. My night stands was filled with trophies from football, track and volleyball. My bed was king sized and my sheets were blue, grey and black stripes.

My walls were decorated with graphic designs I made in school, with my favorite  music artists, logos and other things. Next to my bed I had boxes of shoe stacked up. I had Adidas, New Balances, Nikes (KD’s, Roshe Run, Air Maxes, Foams, Air Forces, Janoskis,  & Lebrons), Converses, Vans and most of all Jordans. I had dress shoes like Polos and Sperry's but they were in my closet. My fifty-two inch tv was hanged up on the corner of the walI. And I  had a table to do my school stuff on.

My room was my safe haven. Where no one comes and bothers me. Where I can be me.

Jazielly took her surrounding. Examining every single detail of the room. Her eyes roamed from my trophies to the pictures on the wall, to the tv and then to my boxes of shoes. Then she looked at my stereo─ I forgot to mention I had one. And my Beats on my table, (I’m telling you, she’s not missing one thing) and then her eyes went to my bed. Hey eyes stayed there for a while. Then hazel eyes looked back at me. They twinkled like she knew something I didn't know. And I didn’t…

“Your room is awesome, not what I was expecting,” she walked to the bed... my bed and sat down. Then she started jumping on it while she was sitting down.  “Not one noise, double awesome!” Her eyes lit up like a little kid.

I wonder if she knew what she was insinuating. Was her comment innocent? Knowing Jazielly as much as I do, it was.

I dropped my backpack on the floor. I took my shoes off and put them in the correct box. After, I took my jacket and hanged it in the closet. Next to all my other ones.

“Should we get this started?” I asked taking the posters out the bag and placing it on the table. I dropped all the markers, sparkly letters and some other weird shit on the table. She went all out. She wasted all my money, too. I expected at least ten dollars back. I have a feeling she did it on purpose. For making her take the money.  I sat down on my leather rolling chair.

“I think for the poster you should make one of those design like on the wall,” she pointed.

I nodded.

“ And we can just figure out the important things we need for the timeline today,” she grabbed the other chair and sat down next to me.

For an hour, we ate all the candy, chips and finished the plan for today. We began cleaning up when all the markers started rolling off the table. I was planning on picking them up, but Jazielly had a mind of her own making us bump heads. Well not exactly, her head bumped into my nose. Which resulted to my nose bleeding.

“Oh my gosh, I am so so sorry,” she stood up, looking for something. For what? I’m not so sure.

She opened all my doors until she found the bathroom then, went inside.

I tilted my head back, that way I wouldn’t make such a mess.

She came out of the bathroom with a small wet towel.

“What the heck are you doing?” She asked with a rigid voice.

“Whaa’?” my voice came out a little deeper than usual.

“You’re not supposed to tilt your head back,” she walked up  me and handed me the towel. “If you do then you swallow your blood… which you shouldn't do.” She shook her head like she couldn't believe I didn't know that.

She came up to me and told me what to do. She instructed me to sit up and squeeze the soft part of my nose together. Keep them closed together for ten minutes. ‘Lean forward, don’t lean back’ she said that phrase a couple times during those ten minutes. And she cleaned up the mess during those ten minutes. When the longest ten minutes of my life was up, I cleaned my nose while she got her things together. But it was only four and I didn’t want her to leave. Because I’m selfish and I wanted her here with me. I finally got her all to myself. I needed to do something.

She looked up at me and gave me a sweet smile. The one that warmed my heart up. The one that pointed out that my heart was actually active.

“Well, see you soon,” she was about to walk to the door when I grabbed her hand. It was a fast reflex.

I pulled her close to me, so close to me that I could feel all her curves. From head to toe. I wanted to lick her neck, taste her lips, her body. I wanted to get myself lost in her light brown eyes. I wanted to feel the outside of her body and what it felt like to be deep inside her. I wondered if it would feel as good as it did in my wet dreams. I brought my fingers up to get neck and traced her collarbone with my index finger.

“Jaz,” my voice came out raspy.

“Y-yeah?” Her voice came out breathless, heading straight to my dick. She was so innocent and pure.

“Thank you,” I dipped my head and ran my lips across the side of her neck, she shivered against me.

“I…”

‘Give me Love’ by Ed Sheeran came out of no where. Once again, making us split. She looked relieved but at the same time disappointed. She took a deep breath and answered. At least I wasn’t the only one that was affected.

“I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” She whispered and hung up.

I officially hated the number ten.

“I-I gotta go home. See you. And um text me to meet up,” she said in a hurry.

She was almost at the door when she added, “and you’re welcome, Dave.”

I walked over to the table and saw a piece a paper. It was her number and a smile face. Usually I get a winky face or a kissy face. It’s the small things that make her look so pure. It was refreshing and such a freaking turn on.

I definitely need to take a cold shower.

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Wow, I finally updated. 

David is so hard to write, that's why it took me so long to write.

((((My gosh David, you're lucky I love you!!!!!!))))))))

Anyways if you have any confusions about the shoes, let me know I'll explain. Or on anything else! (:

Second time in a row with OneRepublic. They're unique and I felt like that song was perfect for this chapter. I hope you guys realize that the music isn't there to look pretty, it's part of the chapter. It's like a little hint of what could happen in the story, please don't ignore it. 

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