R e m e m b e r M e .
**Chapter 13**
I
pull into the park and immediately go over to wait on the swings.
It wasn’t long before Jack got there. “Sadie?”
he questions. “Yeah?” I
respond.
“Wow… you look different. Sexy
different” he comments.
“Thanks, this is the real me and I want everyone to know.
Im tired of hiding” I say with confidence. Jack sits on the
swing next to me. We make small talk for almost an hour. Evan
will be getting here soon. Time to start the plan. I lean over
and kiss Jack. He kisses back. We sit there making out and I hear
Evan’s truck pull up. What? No motorcycle tonight. Jack
tries to look at who is pulling in but I grab his face to keep it
attached to mine. “What the f--- is going on here?”
Evan yells as he runs over from getting out of his truck. I
smirk, “Hurts, don’t it?”. “Sadie is that
even you?” He questions my appearance. “Yeah, this is
the real Sadie. The ‘bad girl’ type I was in New
York. Time you meet her” I say. “Oh, so this Sadie
cheats?” He yells. “Well, you do too Evan! I saw you
with her!” I yell starting to tear up. I cant cry. I hold
it in. Jack just sits there shocked. “Who?”
“Oh, don’t play dumb Evan! I saw you with a girl
making out on your front steps earlier TODAY!”
“You guys both need to relax” Jack interrupts us
seeing that we are both beet red and yelling.
“No, Jack, what I really need is a smoke” I slipped.
Did I really just say that? I’ve never felt the need for a
smoke. They both are staring at me with their mouths dropped
open. “What?” I snap.
“You smoke?” They both said in unison. Jack looks
especially surprised. “Yeah, I did all the time in New York
with my friends” I confess. “Wow, that’s kind
of hot” Evan smirks his usual sexy smirk. “No
it’s not! It’s disgusting. Sadie? How can you do
something like that to yourself?” Jack spits. I just shrug
my shoulders. I break the silence with something I probably
shouldn’t say, “Well, do either of you have any
cigarettes?” Jacks jaw dropped: “Of course
not!” “Actually I do” Evan says. He walks to
his truck and comes back with a pack and a lighter. “My
cousin, Michael, left them in my truck a week ago” he says
as he hands me them. I take out a cigarette as Jack and Evan both
watched me anxiously. I put the end of it in my mouth and cover
the other end with my hand as I light it while inhaling. I inhale
slowly and blow out the smoke, finally calming down. It scares me
that I needed a smoke for once ever in my lifetime. I
wasn’t doing it because all my friends were there. I did it
because I needed to. Did I really come to be dependable on them?
I go against everything my mind’s telling me to do and ask
Evan, “Can I keep the rest of
these?”
***Do you think this made Evan like her
more? Jack like her less? I just want all of you to know that I
do not approve of smoking and highly DO NOT recommend it. It just
happens to play a part in my story. Sorry about it being a late
post but I have been working none stop and im just getting home.
Please don’t ask to be notified, I no longer do them!
Sorry. Fave if you’re reading, Thanks!
–lamusicaesmivida***
