Against All Odds - Chapter 5

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Against All Odds
Chapter 5:

Instead of staring at the phone waiting for David to call me back I decided to just chill out and listen to music. I went to my iPod and turned the song to Can't Bring Me Down by Karina Pasian.

I liked the song. It was about being strong, and that's what I was determined to do.

After about ten minutes of just losing myself in music I decided to text David.

Me: heyy.
David: What it do baby boo lol

I giggled a little at his reply.

Me: lol. nothing listening to music. wbu?

David: Thinking

Me: oh, about?

David: Just everything

Me: oh.

David: We should go out

It felt as if my heart stopped. It just stopped beating. My stomach had an urge to fill with butterflies, but was soon consumed with a sinking feeling of despair. It felt as if a small part of me had just died inside of me. Like when you think of something awful and you feel something inside of you shrivel up someplace. This took all of one second for me to experience.

Tears flooded my eyes, and as the time passed my small whimpers progressed into full on sobs. I wept uncontrollably. I knew I was probably being loud because I saw Shawn walk by my now open door and seek a concerned look in my direction before retreating downstairs. I was embarrassed that he'd seen me crying, but I still didn't stop the now constant flow of tears coming from my eyes.

My mother soon came into my room, "Oh Kiara!" she gasped, "What's wrong?" Shawn must've told her.

"I- it- h-h-he... sh-sh-she..." I tried to make words but the sobs ripped through me breaking up my sentence.

I was trying to tell her that I felt so bad because this meant that I was helping break my best friend's heart. It's going to be my fault (along with David's) when she's crying and broken hearted. It made me feel like shit to know I was causing her pain. How could I let this happen? I'm so stupid! I can't do this to her!

My mother walked with me downstairs as I tried to get myself under control enough to talk. When we got into her bedroom I flung myself onto her bed and continued to cry.

"Kiara! What's happening?!"

I sat up and just sniffled and hiccupped pathetically.

"Did he reject you?" I had told my mom about liking David. Like I said, we're close. "Awe, it's okay. He doesn't deserve you anyway. Your so beautiful and-"

I interrupted her speech with a small voice, "No, it's not that." I had stopped the sobs, but a few tears were still escaping my eyes.

"Then what is it?" she sat down next to me and looked in my eyes. I saw a motherly concerned in her eyes. She was very worried about me.

"It's this." I lifted my cell phone which was still in my hand and showed her the screen which still had David's message on it.

She read it over and confusion joined the concern in her eyes.

"But... Kiara, this is good. Why are you crying over this? I thought you liked him."

"But I don't want to break Jessica's heart. That's her boyfriend... I'm a bad friend." my voice cracked a little on the last part because I was trying not to cry all over again. I dug my face into the covers on her bed; I was embarrassed and ashamed.

A minute later I sat back up and attempted to explain why I was so upset. After I finished my mom looked at me for a second.

"Alright this is what you do; you're going to stop crying and go to into the bathroom and wash your face with hot water. Get yourself together. And then I want you to text him back about how you feel about all this because Jessica is your friend and you don't want to do this to her." she paused for moment waiting for a response, when I didn't give one said "Okay?"

I stood up "Okay. Thanks Mom." I headed into the bathroom and turned the water straight to hot and splashed some on my face. I looked up into the mirror and my eyes looked red and puffy. I got a facecloth and patted the hot water on my eyes for a while. When I looked back up my eyes weren't nearly as bad as they were before.

When I was finished I walked back into my mom's room and sat crisscross on her bed, she gave me a reassuring nod, and typed out my reply to David.

Me: i feel the same way, but Jessica is my friend and i don't think we should talk about this while you two are dating. as much as i want this i want to be a good friend.

Satisfied with my reply I smiled a weak smile.

My mom gave me another concerned look and I walked over and gave her hug. "Thank You." I said once more.

She hugged me back and replied, "Thank you for still coming to me for advice. I love you." she kissed my hair.

"I love you, too." I said as I walked out of her room and headed back upstairs for my own.

I hit play on my iPod and the song Knock You Down by Keri Hilson filled the room. It was strange how that song seemed to be exactly what fit this moment. Right now all three of us, Jessica, David and I, were being knocked down by love. Though Jessica might not even know she is yet.

My heart started to squeeze a little at the thought of Jessica, but I kept strong. Tears will fix nothing. Actions will.

I felt my phone vibrate in my hand and I nervously pressed the button marked 'view'.

David: So I'm fucked

His response was almost comical; I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips. It was admittedly dark humor I was participating in, but it was still humor.

Me: I'm sorry

David: It's not your fault baby

When I read baby I almost cried. It was so sweet, but so wrong. He shouldn't be saying that to me. He's dating Jessica. He's supposed to say that to her.

I read it over again, and I couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach when I got to the word baby. But I couldn't ignore that feeling of those butterflies dying inside of me when I remembered Jessica, but then I would read it again and the butterflies would come back, yet only to die again. It was a vicious cycle.

I stopped reading it and replied.

Me: thanks.

David: Anytime

I laid down on my bed. So many things were whirling through me so fast. Happiness, sadness, fear, excitement, anxiety, nervousness, guilt, jealousy.... So many emotions, I just don't know what to feel.

I got up from my bed and walked over to my desk. I went on myspace. I played a couple songs. And I was about to set Knock You Down as my profile song when I noticed I had a message. It was from Jessica it read: "I thought we were friends don't talk to me"

I couldn't help it as much as I was trying to be strong I started to cry. I was thinking so badly about myself already but to see it coming straight from her it got me right in the heart.

I stopped crying and pulled myself together. I've cried enough today.

I signed off only after seeing that her new mood was depressed and her status said she was crying and all guys ever did was break her heart; I guess it's safe to assume that David had talked to her.

I sat on the floor about a yard away from my bed and then lied there. Sometimes when I'm upset the place I feel most comfortable is the floor. I pulled my legs up to my chest. Tears threatened to come from my eyes but I held them back with everything I had.

After a while I disconnected from everything and just spaced out.

And then I heard my phone start to ring Untouched by The Veronica s and a zap of nervous electricity ran through my body. That was David's ringtone.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I answered in the most normal voice that I could manage at the moment. "Hello," I said

"Hey," he said in an unsure tone. "What's up?"

'Oh, just got finished crying my eyes out over the mess we just made!' is what I was thinking, but "Nothing, "was all I said.

After a couple of minutes of regular conversation about nothing in particular I had just got finished laughing when I felt the mood once again switch into something more serious.

"I broke up with Jessica," he told me.

I felt as if all air in my lungs had just rushed out. I tried to pull some air back in, but I was frozen for a second. This was it; this was what I had been crying about all this time. It was happening, right now.

I managed to respond after not too much time had passed, "Oh, and why is that?" I said in a slightly more weak tone than I had been using before.

"Well, I just don't love her like I thought I did. I think we were only meant to be friends." I thought he was done but then he added in less serious voice that was actually slightly playful, "And there's this other girl that I really like."

I couldn't help the smile when he said that. Even with what I did to Jessica nagging in the back of my brain I couldn't help it. I was smiling like an idiot and I'm sure he could feel it even through the phone.

"Ohh really?" I said playfully.

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh in his voice.

I sat down on my bed. I leaned my back against the wall and pulled my legs up to my chest. "And might this special girl be?"

I knew who she was, of course, but I wanted to make him say it.

He laughed his unique snicker and answered, "Uhm... I'm pretty sure you know by now."

"Nope, I have no idea whatsoever." I replied dumbly. "Who is she?"

He laughed once again and said took a small pause, while I ached in anticipation, "You."

My heart skipped a beat. I felt a zap of electricity pulse through my body and linger until it slowly faded as I managed to calm myself. I knew it was going to be me, but to hear him say it was so much better than assuming it.

He wanted me. He actually wanted me.

By now I had completely forgotten about Jessica. Well not completely I had just taken all thoughts of her and tucked them away for later. I mean, I'm allowed to be happy at least for a little while after all that crying I did... right?

I giggled in reply. "I know." I said flirtatiously.

"Told you so," he said.

I just giggled again. Goodness, this boy makes me so happy! It's hard to believe that I was so depressed about 45 minutes ago.

There was a small silence. It wasn't awkward, but I could tell he was thinking about something so I didn't try to fill it. I just sat there waiting for him to say what he needed to say.

"Will-moo-voh-ow-with-me?" he said. I struggled to hear exactly what he was saying because he mumbled it almost as if he was embarrassed or nervous.

But if I thought about it sounded a lot like...

Whoa! Oh, God. He did not say that. He couldn't have... but did he?

I felt as if my hearing had been amplified 100 times over. I could the slight static in the phone perfectly. I asked him to repeat himself and this time I was determined to hear exactly what he was saying.

And then I heard it clear as day.

"Will you go out with me?
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