Chapter 11 – The…End?

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October passed…

November passed…

December came…

I was thoroughly depressed all the time now… But no, I was not cutting… I promised I'd stop…Anderson…blah…

Anyways, this had to be one of the most boring places there can be when you go to the big public school… No one talked to me because I was new and the ones who did were stoners or cutters…

Both groups I didn't want to hang out with…

Now it was Christmas Break and nearly my birthday, to be honest. 5 days and my dad was already here. I was kind of hoping it'd be a "What A Girl Wants" moment when my dad came with my boyfriend…

But nope.

Those days passed by quickly, with him bringing me to the malls everyday to pick out gifts for myself. And Christmas Eve came, my birthday…

Not one text from Anderson, not one call…nothing.

I was losing hope. I was.

And my mom told me to go to bed around 10…'course I never listened to her, but I did stay in my room the entire time. Just as I was about to nod off, a rock hit my window.

Okay, it was a few pebbles…but still…it could have broken my window! I waited, in case it was…an animal? Pfft… I opened the window and peered out.

I squinted and then turned my head to the side. "Becks!" Anderson stepped into the moonlight and grinned up at me.

My mouth dropped open before I looked around. Shit…no way to climb down… I held up a finger and then ran out of my room, out the side door and I glomped him. He chuckled while I nearly hugged him to death.

"What are you doing here?!" I whispered.

"Well…it is your birthday," he smiled, "And Christmas Eve," he pulled out a gift and grinned at me. I let out an excited sound…I don't think it would be considered a squeal…

I opened it to find a…necklace? Oh well, it was beautiful nonetheless! I hopped from foot to foot and grinned as he helped me put it on. "I love it!" I said and hugged him again.

He kissed me. I kissed back…

It was a huge reunion, I think…

Before I knew it, though…it got a bit more physical and we were making out on the side of my house… Not too comfortable…considering it was 15 below at the moment. I was happy though, and he ended up staying the night—er…no…we didn't do anything…

Why would we when my mom is in one room and my dad was in the living room? Fuckin' crazy?!

He snuck out in the early morning, just when my mom told me to wake up through my door. When I was in middle of opening a gift, he knocked on the door and it was like the night before…

Sans the makeout…and kiss…

Er…

All in all, it was probably the greatest night and day ever… My mom wasn't such a bitch about Arson being there, either, saying it was "The first time I've seen her smile in months," around the dinner table.

Of course, that was an embellishment on the truth… I smiled a lot when I got Ginger or Anderson's texts…

But that's beside the point.

Anderson stayed until the day before school restarted and that last night…something felt a bit off with us.

Not like…I don't know how to explain it…it was just…off.

I fretted about it a few days after, but got over it soon enough.

His texts became farther apart.

His calls turned to a couple of times a week.

It was over…soon enough…wasn't it? I buried my head into my hands when the realization came over me. Soon enough, he was going to end it. Long distance did not go well…ever. I went onto our schools website, just to find out when his play was.

My luck…he fell for someone in his play…

Yeah…

My luck sucks.

When I seen the date, less than a week away, I got to work on getting the gas money. I worked overtime, in fact. I bought nothing and when it was time to go, I had enough money for a gift and gas money to and from Vancouver. I was all set with a couple sets of clothes and then that was it.

It was February and still cold. The roads were icy, but that never stopped me from speeding before.

And before you think oh no, she got into an accident! I didn't… I made it to the school as the first play started, bought a ticket and went to sit in the audience.

He was good…no, he was great… The kiss at the end…that nearly killed me, because you could see the attraction, and the chemistry between them; it was astronomical…

It was all bitterness and tears as I heard a lady in front of me harp on about how that boy was so nice to her daughter when they rehearsed.

It was over…wasn't it? I sighed and tapped the lady on the shoulder. She turned, a snobby look on her face. "Hi…you're probably going to be seeing that boy after the show, right?" I gave her a weak smile when she nodded, "Can you give him these…they're from…er…a friend…" I shrugged, "Emergency at home, can't stay till the very end." I'm a great liar, aren't I?

"Why, of course," she smiled at me and took the small parcel and single black rose before I stood and made my way out of the theatre.

I refused to cry…

I refused to, nothing was going to make me cry…

And I was just going to go to my motel room and pack and go in the morning…

Boy, I felt lousy…

So lousy, in fact, that I raided the mini-bar in the fridge. Uh…not the best idea when you plan to leave in the morning

I still woke up around 10, hangover in full swing, and checked out. I ate breakfast, threw it up in Chilliwack and made it home at around midnight.

"How was your trip?" my mom asked.

"Shitty beyond shitty," I muttered sourly as I got text after text from Ginger, because I texted her, telling her that it was probably over between Anderson and I.

What, how?!

No way! This cannot be happening!

Text me back, don't do anything crazy!

What happened, tell momma!

That got me to smile a bit.

I NEED TO KNOW! TEXT ME BACK! YOU DON'T JUST LEAVE A TEXT LIKE THAT AND THEN BE SILENT!

I sighed and called her. She was in full-swing interrogator-mode. When I told her my story, she got all huffy.

"I'm going to kill him!" was all she said as she hung up that night.

I'm just wondering if he got the gift…

It wasn't anything like "I love you" on a necklace…no way…so corny… I got him concert tickets for the next month…well, yeah…I was going to be his date, but at the moment, I'm probably not

Yeah…

I tapped the steering wheel of my car as I drove to school.

It's been a month and I'm guessing Ginger got a-hold of Arson because he hasn't texted me yet…

I knew it…

He finally texted me in middle of April. Asshole…

I know that we are young, and I know that you may love me, but I just can't be with you like this anymore, Becka. Sorry.

Yeah…he's so sorry… I texted Ginger and told her he finally officially broke it off with me. And he used the beginning of Lady Gaga's Alejandro to do it… Fawking asshole…

She said he's been with that chick that played me ever since the play. And they went to the concert together.

Talk about a third degree burn…

He falls for the chick playing me in a stupid play.

He breaks up with me via text message.

He brings her to the concert I bought the tickets for…

I think he could constitute for arson now, because he has officially burned me. Okay…no more nicknames for him…

He is merely McCoy now.

The guy I lost my virginity to…

The guy I fell in love with

The guy I freaking defended every chance I got.

It was probably nice not having me fight all his battles for him, in the play… Not once in the play, did it show me fighting some guy because they hurt me or Anderson…it was all…him being the hero…me just being the damsel as my family fell apart…as he rejected me…

They didn't get the part of my makeover right, either…

They said I won some damned prize by a stroke of luck… Not that I had a great friend in Ginger and she helped me look amazing. I sighed loudly.

When I got to school that Monday, I walked up to the biggest; baddest stoner there and freaking kissed him…

Like nearly knock him over kissed him…

Yeah…

Not the best idea, but hey…I was feeling self-destructive at the moment. I don't think I'll start smoking the shit, but c'mon…it'll scare everyone who cares about me. No, scratch that, I will definitely not smoke the shit… I do want to graduate and go to school.

And leave everything behind me…

Except Ginger and my parents.

Even if it was killing me, I asked Ginger to give me updates on McCoy's relationship…shit…

Whatever. The guy I kissed turned out to be rather nice. If not a bit spacey…

And wanting munchies all the time.

He wasn't all that dangerous, either…

As I've said before, I'm rather strong for someone my size. And he hasn't tried anything, anyways, so I'm in the clear so far…

I usually come home smelling like weed, though…

My mom got me counseling…fuck…

"I told you!" I was exasperated, "I don't smoke weed!" I buried my head in my hands.

"Rebecca…acceptance to your addiction is always the first step," my counselor…counseled.

He's so stupid…I should drag Clyde in here…that's the stoner-guy's name, by the way…

Ugh…

No, I am not in love with him…

I've been scarred from loving. Stupid prick…

Ergh…

It lasted the rest of the year, but that's it. I'm not going to go into long-term dating with a stoner…

He was a school-year fling.

Nothing serious…ever

But no, I am not going to be a whore, either… Just because I'm not 'pure' anymore, doesn't mean he's 'got the powah' over me.

Something my counselor said, at least…

Yeah…I'm still at that stupid 'doctors'…

I swear I'm not fucked up… He says otherwise… He says I'm broken…

I know…great Doc there, eh?

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Oh…wow… I have a feeling Anderson is going to get A LOT OF SHIT for this…

There WILL be an epilogue—this is supposedly the end of the story BUT THERE WILL BE ONE!

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