Heartbreak
A Chapter by BrooklynIt’s a Saturday afternoon and for the first time in months,
I don’t have plans with Mason. He hasn’t called in days and when I called him,
he couldn’t talk. It’s almost like he has been avoiding me. So
instead of a romantic date or just hanging out, I am home alone with a book. As
I ease into the chair, I wonder when that turned into a bad thing. Reading has
always been one of my favorite hobbies, but suddenly I can’t focus on the words
that snake across the page. I squirm in my seat then give up all together after
a few minutes of reading the same line over and over. I
sigh and get up pacing back and forth. Two thing, actually people, circle in my
mind. Mason, Harry, Mason, Harry. I can see Mason stroking my hair as we
snuggle on the couch. I feel his lips on mine and his warm touch. How he held
me as I cried. But I also see Harry, listening to me as I rant, showing up even
after I reject him time and time again. Saying those words that sound as if we
in a movie. “Everyone makes mistakes.” I am
an emotional mess. Guilt swirls in my stomach at the thought of me with Harry
on that beach. I’ve cheated. I had gone to a new low, breaking a promise with
myself that I had made years ago. I have to tell Mason. I search frantically for my cell
phone and find it on the floor next to my bedside table. I hit his speed-dial
and wait as it rings and rings. “You’ve reached Mason. Leave your name and
number and I’ll get back to you,” His voice says in the recording. I open my mouth to leave a message.
He’ll understand right? Then I see him in my mind and hang up without saying a
word. I can’t lose him. Monday mornings are the worst. You
wake up knowing that you have a whole week of torture ahead. All I want to do
is go back to sleep. I hit snooze on my alarm clock and roll to the other side.
I’m not getting up. The alarm clock sounds again five
minute later. “Shut up,” I tell it, still half asleep. It does not obey my
command and I give in. I get out of bed and walk to my closet, pulling on the
first thing that I see. It is a medium green shirt and the skinny jeans that I
wore with Harry. They still smell slightly of sea salt. I brush my black hair and leave I
down, not bothering wit it today. It goes into its natural loose spirals that
everyone says they are so jealous of. Yeah, if only they knew. I brush my
teeth and head down stairs. I grab my backpack and head out the door in time to
catch my bus. One more month and I’ll have my new car. Then it will be buh-bye
bus and hello driving. I can’t wait. The hallways are full of people talking and preparing for class. It
takes me a while to weave my way in and out of the crowd on my way to my
locker. School. The worst form of punishment. I slam my locker closed. That’s when I see them. Mason and Katie
Goodman having a full out make-out session in the middle of the hallway. It takes all my will not to burst out in tears and run to sob in the
bathroom. Instead I make my way towards them. I stand there until mason
slightly opens his eyes and notices me. He gives me a broken hearted look as if
it was my fault that he had his tongue down another girls throat. “I saw you with him. On Friday.” He says not even bothering to explain
about the girl that is still clinging on to him. “Mason, let me explain.” I say desperately. “I don’t think there’s much to explain. I saw him kiss you. I saw you
kiss him back.” I feel my heart cracking as he continues, “Maybe its better if
you don’t try to explain. I look at him one last time, hoping for a change of mind or at least a
hint that he still loves me. None comes. I walk away before they can see me
cry. I head to the nurses office and tell her that I’m not feeling good.
She must see in my face that I need to go home because she nods and calls my
mom without even examining me. My mom waits for me out at the front of the school. When she sees my
face, she runs and hugs me. “C’mon. You can tell me at home,” She whispers as
she leads me to the car. Tears stream down my face.
Reviews
|
Stats
330 Views
10 Reviews  Last Updated on July 27, 2012 Author
Brooklynwhy do you want to know?, MAAboutI'm a fourteen year old girl that is now in her freshman year of highschool. wish me luck!. I'm awful at spelling, and I need to work on "down time" in stories. I also can't seem to write one book for.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|
prev chapter
![[send message]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/mail.png){kind=small}
![[befriend]](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/friend.png){kind=small}
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Read Request
My Library
Flag Writing