I stare at my phone as it vibrates on my bedside table. The caller ID reads 'Dad', but I refuse to pick it up. I'm even tempted to switch it off but I'm afraid I might miss a call from Zack or Erika.
Okay, maybe just Erika.
"Pick up your phone so your father will quit calling me, Aubrey." My mom's voice sounds just outside my door.
"I don't want to talk to him right now." I mutter.
Mom asks to come in and I answer in the affirmative.
"Oh, honey." She sighs as she comes to sit beside me on my bed. I take in my mom's expression.
My dad had left us two years ago when I was 15 after apparently having an affair with one of his patients at his hospital.
They got married.
Mom always tries to look strong. In fact, she's perfect at acting like nothing bothers her, but she can't fool me. I know that dad leaving really broke her.
"What happened?" She asks. I hug my knees closer to my chest.
"He keeps promising that he'll come visit. It's been three fucking months and he hasn't come. I just can't stand it."
I hardly see my dad. He lives in Florida with his new family. He usually comes to see me at least twice every month, but the last few months have been different.
In June, his excuse was that he had a lot of patients that day and he promised to make it up to me.
Obviously, he never did.
Mom gives me a look. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just use the 'f' word, but I'm sure your father's just busy, honey." She says, but her tone is skeptical.
"I know. I just... I wish that he'd make time for me. Neurosurgeons can take breaks, I'm sure. I miss him, you know?" I feel a familiar sting behind my eyelids and I blink rapidly so the tears don't start to fall.
Mom gives me a sad smile, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm sure he misses you too." She whispers. I notice that she's not really saying anything useful and it makes me wonder if my parents are in bad terms with each other.
Mom is okay with my dad dropping in from time to time, as long as he doesn't come in the house. She only talks to him when he brings me back home and it's usually just a formal meeting, awkward even, with head nods and small "heys."
She puts up with him for me and I'll always be grateful for that.
"Is this why you've been cooped up in here all day?" She pulls back to look at me.
"Not really." I laugh nervously. "Zack's a little mad at me."
Her eyes widen sarcastically. "You two are fighting again? Big surprise there."
I playfully glare at her. "You say that like we always fight."
She gives me a blank look and I roll my eyes. "Fine. We always fight. But that just makes us normal."
"Right. Normal. Well, I have to go to work and I know how much you hate being alone. So, I think you should go talk to him."
I tell her that I was about to leave to go see him anyway and she stands up, kisses my forehead and exits the room.
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I watch my best friend, Zack, as he bounces the basketball and then throws it into the net, his back muscles rippling at the motion.
"Come on, Zack. I'm sorry." I say for the umpteenth time since I got here. But he ignores me. Again.
Zack is mad at me because I've been too busy to spend time with him since the past week.
I feel guilty, but maybe he needs to understand that I have a boyfriend. Kinda.
"Zack." I call out again, but his shirtless back is still facing me. He loves coming to the gym to play basketball, especially if he's frustrated or he needs to think. Instead of taking a walk or punching a wall or something like normal people, he comes to play basketball.
Between you and me, I'm glad he's not a 'punch the wall' kind of guy.
I run a hand through my jet-black hair, getting frustrated with him. We both have that in common, and well, we get frustrated with each other a lot.
"Seriously, Zack? The silent treatment is so 7th grade. Just talk to me."
He bounces the ball even harder until he eventually misses it and it bounces over to me. I catch it. I know what he wants me to do, and I also know that I'm going to regret the outcome.
"Okay, I'll make you a deal." I go to stand in front of him and he finally makes eye contact, looking amused.
I knew he wasn't really mad. Asshole.
I look at the ball in my hands and then my eyes dart to the net. "If I make this shot, you have to forgive me."
Zack laughs. Actually. Laughs at me. But it's happened enough times that I'm actually unbothered that he's making fun of my 5"3 height.
"I think it would've been safer to say if you don't make this shot." He says, still laughing. I glare at him.
"Hardy har har , Zack."
"And if you miss?" His voice is dangerously low and it sends shivers down my spine, even from where he's standing.
I shrug."I'll go home and leave you alone until you're ready."
Zack shakes his head. "Too easy. If you miss, you have to break up with Cody."
I gape at him. He wants me to break up with my almost boyfriend?
He shrugs. "What? It's not like you care about him."
"Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway because I won't miss."
"Okay, munchkin." He grins. "Shoot."
I take a deep breath, raise the ball over my head, close my eyes and throw.
Yeah. Probably a bad idea to close my eyes. I missed. Zack's laughter confirms that bit.
"Looks like you're breaking up with Cody. Didn't see that coming." He says sarcastically. It's not the first time I've missed. Basketball's just not for me.
"That's not fair." I protest. "You're not even mad at me. You're just faking it."
"It was totally worth seeing you embarass yourself. I'm not even sure you want to know where the ball went." He walks towards me, body glistening with sweat.
"That's not my point." I snap at him. "You're making me break up with my boyfriend."
He rolls his eyes. "He's not even your boyfriend. You've just been hanging out with him a lot recently. You're just worried you'll hurt his dorky feelings. Stop sulking." He still looks amused while I'm trying not to pull my hair from its roots.
I'm not sulking, I want to say, but instead, I snap. "He's not a dork, and I have feelings too, you know."
Zack barks out a laugh, and then wraps his strong, sweaty arms around me. I try to ignore the warmth that spreads all over my body from his touch and push at his chest. He doesn't budge.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I also know that you don't have feelings for him."
He's right. As always.
"Go shower, Zack. You stink."
He places a quick kiss on my cheek. "You love me anyway." He releases his hold on me and jogs towards the shower.
Zachary Norway and I have been bestfriends since we were ten years old. We met for the first time when my family and I moved next door to his family. He was this super friendly cute boy with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, the complete opposite of his brother, Chris, who's three years older.
Our parents became instant friends, and we hung out everytime. Our parents always seemed to think that Zack and I would end up together. They still do.
But we don't see each other that way. We're just bestfriends.
He kisses me a lot. Sometimes even on my mouth, but I don't give too much thought about it. I smack him for it sometimes though, and he laughs it off.
"Wanna get food on the way home?" Zack asks as he approaches me.
"Always." I grin and he rolls his eyes, throwing an arm casually around my shoulder and pulling me closer as we exit the gym.
"I missed you." He admits, making me scoff.
"Didn't seem like it when you were ignoring my fucking calls."
Zack shrugs. "I wanted you to miss me as much. Looks like my plan worked."
"Um. No, it didn't work because I didn't miss you one bit. I didn't even think about you."
I'm fighting a smile and he knows it, because he laughs.
"Liar." He mutters. "It was fun seeing you grovel, though. Who knew I mattered more to you than your boy toys?"
I smack his arm as we enter a restaurant. "Of course you matter more. You're my best friend, dumbass."
Zack suddenly halts in his steps, grabbing my elbow and placing me in front of him.
"Don't. Move." He whispers, crouching down to my level.
"What? Psycho ex?" I laugh at the terrified expression on his face.
"Worse. I'll tell you about it later. Just let's go home. We'll order pizza or something... Wait. I know that look you're giving me right now. Whatever you're thinking, Aubrey, don't do it." He says when I smirk at him.
Zack's eyes dart nervously to two girls standing behind the counter, and when I scrutinize them, I know exactly who he's hiding from.
Well, I don't know her know her, but the blond hair and intense perky boobs tell me all I need to know. I turn back to Zack and grin at him.
"Consider this payback for today." Then I walk up to the counter, knowing he'll follow because he can't awkwardly crouch in restaurant.
"Um, excuse me. My friend and I would like to order..."
"Hey, hot stuff," hot stuff? "Fancy seeing you here." She totally ignores me, twirling her hair strands around her finger and blinking at Zack.
He laughs nervously. "Hey, Sandra." I don't need to look at him to know he's cringing.
"Sandie." She corrects. "So what have you been up to these past few weeks? Chris tells me you have a new girlfriend. Is she better than me at..." She waggles her brows "you know?"
I stifle a laugh, but that totally disappears the moment Zack says, "Actually, she's right here." He wraps his arm around my waist, planting a kiss on my lips. Despite how quick it is, it sends shivers up and down my spine. Stop it, Aubrey. Stop it now. "She can answer all your questions. Right, babe?"
Wow. That backfired quickly.
"Right." I resist the urge to punch him. Asshole. Sandra's about to say something but I beat her to it.
"Um, you know what? I think we'll just go."
"You haven't placed your order." She states as I begin to pull on Zack's hand.
"We're not hungry anymore."
When Zack and I are outside, I stomp on his foot so hard, he curses.
"That was for kissing me. I can't believe you did that."
"It's not the first time you've pretended to be my girlfriend. And it's also not the first time I've kissed you." He defends.
I sigh exasperatedly. He's so frustrating.
"Yeah. But it's the first time that both has happened at the same time. Plus, you've never kissed me in public." I mutter that last part out as heat crawls up my neck.
Zack smirks. "Well, if that's the problem, I have no problem fixing it." He puckers his lips and I huff out a frustrated breath, walking away from him.
Zack laughs behind me, and a few seconds later, I feel his arm around my shoulder.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Forgive me?" He pouts playfully and I ignore the way my stomach flutters at the sound of his voice. Again.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever. Let's just go home and order pizza 'cause I'm starving."
Zack chuckles, kissing the side of my mouth. I refuse to read too much into the warmth that spreads all over my body. It's just Zack. Yep. Just my goofy best friend who loves to annoy me.
I block other thoughts–impossible thoughts–out of my mind and just simply enjoy hanging out with Zack.
"I'm sorry, Cody." I say, awkwardly standing in front of my now kinda ex-boyfriend, and trying not to cringe at the tears that are streaming down his cheeks.I hate this. I hate hurting people's feelings. Cody is the first boy I've broken up with who cried and it makes me feel even worse. I hate that Zack is making me do this. My ex-boyfriends are exes thanks to him. He'd taunt me into playing a game and making bets with him and I'd foolishly agree. I fall for it everytime, even though I know he's better than me at everything."We can make it work." He sniffs. "We can do fun stuff. We can..."We never even became official. I just went out on a few dates with him because truthfully, he's cute. I don't think I've ever seen a guy cry. It makes me uneasy.In my peripheral vision, I can see Zack leaning against his car, waiting for me. Probably laughing at me. Fortunately, the parking lot is almost empty."I can't,
I check the time on my phone: 4:30pm. Zack will soon be back from practice. Perfect.Time to get him back for teasing my boobs today. I don't exactly have anything in mind so I'll just go with the flow. Or maybe tear some holes on his favourite jersey. His dad got a famous basketball player to sign it for him on his fourteenth birthday. Zack will never admit it but I know it meant so much to him. It still does.Yeah, ruining his jersey isn't really a smart idea.A few minutes later, I'm standing in front of his house. I could go to his room through his window, but I'm scared shitless of trying that."Hi, Lauren!" I greet his mom as she opens the door for me."How's my favourite girl?" She asks, pulling me in for an embrace. Mrs. Norway is like a second mom to me. I relate with her just as much as I relate with my own mother."I'm good." I reply as she lets me in. Zack's dad is hardly ev
Why would I want to kiss you?Yeah, that still stings. It's been almost a day since that happened, and I've been avoiding him ever since.Zack basically made it clear that the thought of us kissing or even being together is gross, probably impossible, and it kills me, so yeah, instead of confronting my problems, I run away from them."Where were you this morning?" Zack demands as he joins us at the lunch table the following day. Never mind that there are people watching us, just yell at me in front of everyone like I'm your daughter."School. Which is where I still am." I mutter, picking on my lunch.I feel his glare on me. "I was supposed to drive you."I raise my eyes slowly to look at him. "You're not my driver. I have my own car."Our friends all have worried looks on their faces, and I'm surprised that they're worried because Zack and I fight all the time.Yeah, it's probably never
"So I was thinking," Erika starts as we stretch in preparation for field day "of asking Nick to homecoming."I turn to face her, but she's not even looking at me. Her eyes are on the guy she's been crushing on for years and hasn't had the courage to tell him how she feels, despite the crazy amount of confidence she has.Nick is standing with Zack, who winks at me when our eyes meet. I roll my eyes, ignoring-or trying to ignore-the pang of longing in my chest.Yeah, I'm back to square one, ignoring the things that Zack makes me feel. He's not making things any easier though, winking at me and throwing his arms around me.I know I know, he's used to doing that, but every thing feels different now, his touch, his smile, it all hits different.So I've been avoiding him. Not so much as to make it obvious, but just making up excuses just to avoid hanging out with him."So ask him." I say, turning my
I'm lying on my bed, surfing the net and finishing up my second slice of pizza. I find myself wondering what my dad is up to. I haven't been picking his calls, and it's supposed to hurt just him, but it's hurting me too.Before I realise what I'm doing, I'm face timing my dad. Something inside me badly wants to end the call before it even begins, but I want to hear his voice, so badly.Thankfully, and for his sake, he picks up immediately."Princess." He says, looking relieved, and tired. "Thank goodness you called. I've been trying to get a hold of you.""No one's stopping you from flying to New York right now." I set my lips in a straight line.He sighs. "I know you're upset with me and I'm so sorry, Princess. But you have to understand that–""That you have to be at the hospital because you have patients all day? I've heard that one countless times, dad."He sighs again, rubbing at his eye
I sigh defeatedly, as Zack sends my calls straight to voicemail. For the twentieth time, I think? Or more.I've known him for seven years. And I know for sure that he didn't just toss our friendship away like garbage last night.He didn't mean it. Zack is not usually so impulsive, but he was just angry. He didn't mean any of it. I know he didn't.Just keep saying it until you believe it. My subconscious snarks yet again.I'd gone to his house earlier, looking for him, because he shut his windows and pulled down the curtains, so I had no access. I was basically blind.Lauren had opened the door, looking distraught. She didn't even wait for me to ask my question before she was telling me that Zack wasn't home when she woke up. She'd gone to his room and he wasn't there.His car was in the driveway though, and still is. So where the hell is he?I'd gone to the gym too,
I groan inwardly as light slowly seeps into my unconscious state. I really don't want to wake up.Hm. I don't remember my pillow feeling this sculpted, or this hot.Wait.I slowly open my eyes.No. No. God, no.I raise my head from Eric's chest, glancing at his sleeping form. No, no no!I sneak a peak under the covers. I'm naked, and so is he. I groan loudly this time, pressing my palm to my aching head.Fuck, no.Eric begins to stir and I glare at him as he opens his eyes. "What?" He asks, his voice laced with sleep.Ignoring him, I start to get up but he pulls me back to him."Hey, where are you going?" He rubs circles on my lower back that shouldn't feel good, but it does.Why does he have this effect on me? We broke up two years ago.That's probably because you just lost your virginity to
For the three days remaining until homecoming, Zack is MIA. No one seems to know where he is, and everyone is aware that we're not friends anymore, no idea how the entire school found out.Mom feels sorry for me. I see it in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Zack's mom however, is losing it. He never calls her, and after I told her that he was at school, she got her hopes up, only for them to be crushed again when he didn't return.Everyone is at the homecoming games, but I'm sitting in the bathtub, hugging my knees to my chest.I don't need excitement in my life. I just need Zack.Eric's name flashes on my screen as my phone rings for the umpteenth time.He's been calling me non-stop, but I haven't answered any of his calls.I really don't need complications when I'm trying to make things right with my best friend.My best friend.Convinced that I'm clean enough, I step out of th