He Doesn't Have Her

 Dread continues to swallow me whole while I was just there, lying on my bed, inhaling the sweet-minty smell and taking in all that's left of my room and trying my best not to cry. I was already over the fact that my parents are now divorced. What I can't move on with, is that I'm leaving. Leaving the town where I grew up and spent most of my life, leaving my friends who I practically grew up with. Leaving what I value the most; memories. I thought that my dad will be the one leaving but apparently life hates me so much that it made me the one leave the place on earth I love the most. I don't want to leave. But I don't wanna stay with him either.There's a part of me that wants neither of them, all I want is to be alone, but even I know I can't handle that. Even though it pains me to do so, I agreed to go with my mother, to her hometown. Going out

 I have never been so unmotivated. Groaning inwardly, I roll out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower. I brushed my teeth afterward and picked out my clothes. I couldn't even sleep last night. Everything sucked. I felt even worse when I saw myself in the mirror with dark circles under my eyes and was paler than ever. I put on a plain fitted lavender crop-top with long sleeves, high-waisted black jeans, and black Vans. I didn't bother to style my hair since I was feeling lazy. I head downstairs and start to quickly eat my breakfast. Mom comes out of her room, already dressed for work, with a towel wrapped around her hair. She starts to eat her breakfast while I already finished mine and put my plate on the sink. I grabbed my bag, kissed her goodbye and walked out the door.  Walking my way to the bus stop, I look at my surroundi

 An hour passed. And Ms. Parker hasn't come back yet. "What the fuck do we do?" The black-haired guy groaned in frustration. I cover my face with my hands, trying to calm myself while thoughts keep on running in my mind and then I suddenly jumped at a noise. Ally's brother was punching the door. Repeatedly. Last time I checked, you are supposed to punch someone to hurt them, not yourself. And to make matters worse, it is not a person that he is punching, but a door. I know I am mentally unstable, but bro, you need to work on those anger issues. "Ace, stop that." The black-haired guy said, putting his arm on Ace's shoulder, but he just shoves the guy away. The guy doesn't stop him anymore and sits back down. Is he for real? He is just going to take a seat while Ace

The weekend passed and before I knew it, it's the weekdays.Nothing was new, classes were the same.During lunch, all that Chloe and Ollie talked about was the bonfire."More girls lose their virginities during bonfires than prom," Ollie says with a sly grin."Speaking of, since when are you planning to lose yours?" Chloe asks him."I can ask you the same question, honey.""Can't say we have the same answer.""Still swooning over the same guy, I see," Ollie says teasingly."I'm actually planning on asking him to the bonfire." Chloe smiles, blushing."Oh really? Who's the guy?" I ask her."Ace Martins," She answers, smiling.Of course she likes Ace. The dude's practically perfect.Oh god, I remembered his abs."This bitch's been crushing on him since middl

 Ace's POV Everyone cheered and sat down on the logs. Chloe sat on my left, while Mel sat with Tristan on my right. "Do you have any idea on what the games are?" Mel asks me. "Boring," I say and she scowled. "Everyone likes a good suck and blow, right?" James says and people cheer once again.