David - Marisa Redhead16 (read aloud books .txt) 📗

the only sound was quietly-playing hard rock and Chester's breathing. My heart was pounding. We drove past a few familiar houses, mine included. I saw Mom inside, talking on the phone. When she saw the truck, she peeked around at us.

 

 

I saw a house from a distant memory. Chester's house. It looked like all the other houses here, his was a big mansion. Well, it was pretty darn close to being a mansion. David let us in with his key. How he got a key, I didn't want to know. A woman was there, chopping celery. But something wasn't right.

 

"Chester?" she asked, putting the knife down. She turned and I could see that she was blind. She held her peach-colored cardigan closer.

 

"Actually, it's David, with a friend, Mary. Chester's unconscious." David replied.

 

"I knew he should have taken his insulin with him. Take him up to his room." the curly-haired, brunette, blind woman named Mary told him.

 

 

 

 

"Mary is Chester's cousin. Her parents died in an accident five years ago. She didn't move out because she needs the support. As for Chester-"

 

"He's diabetic." I cut him off.

 

"That, and he has asthma as well. He has all sorts of health problems. Some of which I can't mention."

 

"How...?"

 

"He told me a lot, and this boy has an impressive amount of journals. He let me read some of them. He also has an impressive amount of secrets." We reached his room then. A bed was set in one corner by his closet, anoher was set above a television with a video game console. PlayStation 3. Games were organized in a DVD organizer. One was on top of the console.

 

I smiled and turned toward my ex and his new beau. David was smoothing Cheste's curly dark hair behind him and kissed him. Feeing a twinge of envy, I turned away. But I couldn't break my eyes away.

It's All Stupid And PPOB

"This is stupid." I muttered under my breath.

 

"Huh?" David looked up briefly.

 

"Nothing." I couldn't bear much more, so I went downstairs. I found myself sobbing so much I went outside and got in David's truck. Suddenly changing my mind, I grabbed my wallet and phone and headed home. I didn't walk far before I saw David's truck. He slowed down to my pace.

 

"Want a ride?" he asked.

 

"You've done enough for one night!" I screeched at him. He looked shocked.

 

Before it even registered, I walked into my house. I saw people, but that didn't register either. I overheard my mother talking.

 

"My younger son. He just came back from a party-"

 

I fell on my bed and sobbed until I ran out of tears. Jazz licked my face. I soon fell asleep.

 

 

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 I woke up to the sound of a pill bottle opening. Tony took some painkillers and took a big gulp of water before giving them to me. I pushed them away and turned on my other side.

 

"FYI, David's here."

 

"Tell him to leave."

 

"He says he won't leave until he talks to you."

 

"Tell him to leave anyway."

 

"He wants you to leave." Tony said. I turned on my previous side and studied the figure behind him. I started sobbing again. I turned away again.

 

"Tobias, tell me what's wrong." David said. I didn't answer him.

 

"Toby, tell me. Did someone hurt you?"

 

"You hurt me. By kissing Chester, you hurt me."

 

"You broke up with me, remember? I thought you'd be fine with me kissing another guy."

 

"Relationships are not that simple!" I snapped. He sat down on the bed.

 

"Why did you break up with me, then?"

 

"I couldn't handle your drama. But now I've realized that I would give up everything I have, except maybe my dog, for you."

 

"Why didn't you just tell me? You hurt me too, Tobias. Really badly. But now I'm in love with Chester-"

 

"Everyone already knows that."

 

"You didn't let me finish. I love him, but I love you too." he said. I sat up.

 

"Don't you dare pull out that cliche on me! You are not in love with me, you still are lusting for me!" I told him. He looked hurt, shocked, confused, loving, and full of hate all at the same time.

 

He bowed his head. "I hope you die in an industrial accident." Then he started laughing.

 

"Just kidding. I never loved you. I think you are hideous, and a nerd." Then he left, still smirking.

 

 

 

I walked downstairs a few minutes later.  I told Mom I was going to the park, and I left like I actually was going there. Instead, I headed towards a house I hadn't been to in a year and a half. Jake's house. Jake was my best friend before Nina. I had a crush on a violet-eyed redhead named Rouge, and he knew that, but he dated her anyway until she left to further her modeling career. Then he was gone for a year. He'd gotten back in October, and Rouge was not far behind him.

 

She was still in love with him, yet she was dating a prestigious actor. She was basically dating two men at once, both without knowledge. I am so glad I didn't date her.

 

I turned the corner until I saw the brick house. I would have gone to Logan, but he lives in a different neighborhood. And I was still fighting with Michael.

 

He greeted me with a tight hug. His sister, Sarah, was watching Gossip Girl and lounging. Jake invited me into his room, and I explained everything that was going on in my life.

 

"David's a jerk, and Maureen's a bitch. She thinks she's royalty," he said.

 

"You got that right. She thinks she's some hot celebrity who doesn't get enough credit," I told him.

 

"Speak of the she-devil. I hear her talking to Sarah." Jake said. We crept down and heard as much as possible.

 

"Tobias Grass is a hottie. He may not know it, but he is a chubby hottie," Maureen said. "Plus he's so mysterious and quiet. He'd be a perfect addition to our little clique. His stupid brother Tony is already a member. We just need two more boys and one more girl before we move in for the school-wide kill. That whore Sophia seriously needs to go, along with her slut friends, Ruth and Chloe.

 

They all hate each other, but they have one thing in common: they hate PPOB. Nickname for Popular People of Burkhard. Just a few more people, and we will have the hawtest, hautest clique in school! By the way, you need to talk to Kenya.

 

She has her  own issues to tackle, like her frizzy hair and tacky clothes. The other day, she wore a leather swimsuit under a short skirt. I am the only one who's allowed to dress like a slut. I am, after all, the prettiest girl in school, and the most popular girl in the ninth grade. We need to recruit Hanna McFarlan as well. She's the second prettiest girl in school."

 

Keep telling yourself that.

 

"Can she  really be that vain?" Jake asked.

 

 "Anything's possible." I told him. I hung out with him for a few more hours before going home. When I arrived, I heard arguing upstairs. Mom was looking worried and snacking on Cheetos and milk.

 

"What's going on?" I asked.

 

"Your idiotic brother and narcissistic ex-boyfriend are fighting about God-knows-what." Mom explained. I went upstairs before she said anymore, just in time to see Tony push David to the floor.  He held him down and swung his fist back to punch him, before I stopped the fist from hitting David's nose. Tony punched David in the neck with his other fist. David gasped for breath; I pulled Tony off of him and helped him up.

 

I walked out into the hall impulsively afterwards. Mom was walking upstairs.

 

"David and Tony got into a fistfight. Tony hit David's throat." I told her.

 

"Oh, for Pete's sake-" she walked into my brother's room and closed the door. I started to walk away, but David grabbed my shoulder.

 

"Why did you stand up for me?" he asked. I started toward my room again before he did and said the same thing.

 

"I hate fights." I told him. "I hate violence and drama. I'm not just a Catholic; I'm a Pacifist as well."

 

"Tobias, I don't care about your religion. Tell me the real reason."

 

"That's it! That's the real reason!" I snapped, saying only half the truth.

 

"You really do still love me, don't you?"

 

"It doesn't matter. You don't like me."

 

"Sugar, I lied to you earlier. I do still love you, very much so. If a bullet was heading towards your chest, I'd throw myself in the line of fire." Again, his Australian accent came out and the fake American tang was gone.

 

"Why do you fake an American accent?" I asked him. He blinked.

 

"Because I don't want anyone inquiring about my past, that's why. My parents were murdered, and I watched them get killed by a man they trusted. That's what really happened. Enough about me, I want to talk about you." he said. I scoffed.

 

"Right, and I'm Anna Leonowens."

 

"Who the freak is she?"

 

"Nevermind. David, do you really love me that much?"

 

"I just lost the fake American accent and told you what really happened to my parents. What more do you want?"

 

Before I could answer, he grabbed me by the shoulders and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around my midsection, and squeezed. He buried his head in my shoulder. I heard him whimper. He pulled me closer.

 

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I love you." he whimpered. I pulled him closer. "I didn't know I was hurting you so much. Please forgive me. I'll break up with Chester, I'll get clean, I'll do anything I can to keep you."

 

Wow. I hadn't known he loved me so much, and I'm still in shock.

 

"I'll think about it." I told him. He released me, and looked into my eyes. My eyes are greyish brown. His eyes are blue. We both have blonde hair, and his is longer than mine. Our style is not completely different. We both like comfortable clothes and don't really care about fashion. I always have a jacket, a regular old hoodie, and he has that leather jacket. We are alike physically, but mentally, we are two completely different people.

The Real Fake?

I avoided drama as much as possible, along with people. I kept my body close to the wall. I saw David talking to Chester, and Chester's eyes turned red. He'd recovered from whatever happened to him, but now he had to deal with this.

 

Chester avoided me as much as possible. He avoided speaking to me in Chemistry, and glared when I tried to talk