8 letters change everything♥
Chapter two (continued)
Jaydens POV.
Meet me at the Gym. I need to talk to you. :) xx
Phone in hand, I dropped my gym bag & hit the send button. I knew who’d cheer me up. Mason. My boyfriend, for just under a year now.
On my way :) x
Was given as a reply, I slipped my phone back into the pocket of my skinny leg jeans and sat down on the wall. The story of me and Mason was quite simple; sort of like a film I suppose. Brianna, my best friend liked him... & he liked me. Whilst HIS best friend, Alec, my cousin, liked Brianna, but the feeling wasn’t mutual, because Brianna hated Alec. But, in the end, it turned out well, Alec & Brianna got to know each other and decided they BOTH hated each other, and, evidently, me & Mason are together. 5 minutes later, Mason was by my side & I was telling him everything. ‘’I just don’t care anymore.’’ I said, sucking in the tears making my nose tingle. ‘’Well come and live with me.’’ Mason said. Face serious. We’ve always joked about this. But this time, he was serious. Even though Mason is only two years older than me, he was chucked out when he was 18. His father sends him some money, monthly, to pay bills. & that’s it. ‘’I can’t leave Mum! Or Willow! She’s my little sister for heaven’s sake! I have to be there for her!’’ I managed to say, shocked by the thought of leaving home. ‘’That’s evidence in the bottle- Jayden.’’ When ever Mason said my name, when giving advice. It was his way of saying ‘’you know I’m right.’’ Evidence that you do care.’’ His smile crooked; Like I upset him, for not jumping at the conclusion of moving in with him. My eyes could only hold a certain amount of tears- before just like a gutter, when it down pours heavily; it gets clogged up with water- before I leak. The first tear rolled down my check, the warm salty feeling, comforting me, second... third... fourth. ‘’YOU’RE TWISTING THINGS! I don’t care, but I can’t leave they’re two completely different things.’’ I managed to say between sobs.
I used to be a cry baby. I never was able to fake a smile. If I was upset, or in a bad mood, I’d make it quite apparent; and frankly; everybody knew about it. That all changed when I was 14, Nan died. & it made me stronger in so many ways- I was forced to fake a smile. Act okay, 3 months later, when really, I wanted nothing more than to join her, where ever she was. I’d changed, into the ‘’Unbreakable girl’’, the girl that didn’t get bothered easily, the girl who didn’t care, the girl who was always happy, nobody could see through that mask, nobody could see really; I was dying too. Nothing about being able to act like that was all good. You got the ‘’I’d love to be strong like you’’ comments and the ‘’why can’t you show any emotion comments?’’ Truth is, I didn’t know how to share this sort of hurt, horrible, twisted feeling. It felt like a whole was going straight through my heart. A whole, that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t cover it up, duct tape didn’t work. Corks didn’t work. Glue didn’t work, at the end of the day, the whole was still there. So now you wonder, why did her Nan dying make her stronger? Well, I’ll tell you why. My Nan was the sort of person who’d of told me, if it was Granddad who had died, to ‘’PULL MYSELF TOGETHER.’’ She would tell me ‘’life goes on.’’ & that’s the approach I took towards things, for her. It’s like, the day she died, her mottos died, her jolly spirit died, but she managed to plant it in me. & start a new blossom tree inside her Granddaughter. & that’s the approach I take on life.
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‘’Okay. Well, if ever. I’ll give you a set of keys’’ he said. We sat in silence for what seemed like forever, with the occasional sniff on my behalf. Half an hour had past us, whilst we were discussing Music and various other subjects, before I decided I should go to gym. I love spending time at the gym, whilst Brianna takes showers to think, I go to the gym to think. I just stand on the treadmill,, turn on my IPod & away with my thoughts.
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