Nothing Really Lasts Forever - Chapter 1
Just something I am working on since I haven't written on here in a long time...The story goes Emma is your normal teen going through normal stuff. That is until she goes to a party one night and gets caught by her parents. Then the next day, a cocky but interesting boy claims he and Emma shared some deep dark secrets... (keep in mind, towards the end, I didn't edit. eek :l )
~Chapter 1~
I am sitting here next to my brother Matt. My parents are yelling at me from the front seat of the car. I can't even concentrate on their invalid statements. I am watching as my brother looks out the window with his ears covered by huge skullcandy headphones. He is softly nodding his head to whatever is playing. He is fourteen and I am sixteen. My mother had told us the story. She wanted her first child to be a senior in high school and her second child a freshman in high school so that way she would be like one of those mothers from the club. She would throw great parties and have successful children. Instead she had us two years apart all because unplanned timing. I am junior and Matt is freshmen. Nothing like mom planned. It happened when we were living in a small apartment with only two bedrooms and messy living room.
With the unexpected arrival of a second child, we moved into my mother's hometown and into the house she grew up in. My grandma welcomed us into her huge house and cared for us. That is until she found out she had cancer and our life turned upside down. She stayed alive until Matt was about six. Then she was rushed to the hospital during a relapse and died. Matt cried for days even though he didn't know what was wrong. He was crying because we were crying. I was eight. I have always been a smart little girl. I knew what death did to a family. My mother doesn't take Grandma Ruth's house for granted. Every time she wakes up or cooks on that stove or uses the bathrooms or garden in the backyard, she is grateful.
I don't know why I am thinking about all of this now. Maybe because Grandma Ruth probably just saw what happened at Cath's party. She probably saw what happened in that bedroom. Also she saw how I drank the vodka from the so-called punch bowl. Also she probably saw how I danced with half of my shirt up. My butt shaking. My curves being held on by some random boy. Being ground on. I didn't feel dirty then. Don't feel dirty now. Just alive. I was singing and having the time of my life. It was a party. Just a party. When my parents barged in, it looked as if they walked in on me doing something more than just dancing. Trust me. I was having some fun. It happened so quickly. I didn't want to end up like most of the girls in this party. I wanted to meet a great guy even if it meant meeting him at some college party while dancing up on some twenty year old guy who could do to jail for just looking at me the wrong way. A smile cracks on my face. Nothing lasts forever. I always knew that. So even my great time at that party is nothing but a memory now.
"Em, we don't know what to do about this! How could a sweet girl like Catherine invite you to a party like that? It was full much older looking men!" My mother was in shock.
"Emma, what if we had walked in on you having sex! You would have been pregnant with some strange boy's baby! And don't tell me you didn't know because you knew they were serving vodka! I can smell it on your breath!" My father was in a rage.
The smile on my face disappeared. The party wasn't that great anyway. At least from what I remembered.
***
No one at school said anything about my parents showing up. They were just glad they didn't call the cops. All my new group of friends smiled and hugged me. I shrugged whenever they asked if I were in trouble. When I woke up the next morning Matt was already up and ready to walk with me to school. My parents' cars were both gone from the driveway. I pull the shades closed and threw on some clothes. I didn't stay hours like Caroline and Catherine did on picking clothes. I had color week. This week was brown and white. Smooth brown sweater and a white shirt underneath with some blue jeans. Yes. That is what I picked to wear. I didn't even iron my clothes. Didn't have to. My mom always ironed. She was also supposed to be a stay at home mom but I don't know what happened. I sighed as one of Caroline's friends asked why my parents were so old-fashioned. I didn't want to have to deal with this. They kept nagging me until they saw Dean. Dean is your typical popular by association kind of boy. Though, these girls weren't hype about Dean. They were obsessed with Dean's friend, Chris. Then they gasped. Caroline pinched me.
"Ouch?" I continue eating my bagel.
"Chris is walking with Kimberly!" She sounded like she wanted to faint. "Please don't tell me he is going out with that...that...plain girl!"
"She seems pretty normal to me."
"Considering everything about her! She isn't easy. She always wears her hair the same way..."
This is where I jump in. I stopped listening because I noticed how Dean was staring at me. Dean didn't like our little group as you can see. He just like hanging out with Chris. Chris jogged over dragging Dean with him.
"Hey girls!" Chris breathed and winked at us. I watched as the rest of the girls blushed. I stared at Chris.
"Why don't you bring Kimberly over?" I asked and I felt Caroline attempt to pinch me.
"Kimberly? Oh, I was just asking me some stuff. You know?"
No I didn't know. I jumped up dusting the fake grass of my jeans.
"I am sorry, guys. I need to get my English class early today. We're reading Charles Dickens and I need to get there before the teacher assigns with some kid who doesn't know a thing." I grabbed my bag and swung it over my head.
"Wait up, I'll come with you." Catherine jumps up.
We are given a sweet goodbye and I smile as believable as I could. I walked off and Catherine pushed her puffy bangs from her eyes.
"I am sorry about last night. I had no idea your parents would have flipped out like that!" She chuckles. "Remember how-"
"Cath, I got to get to class. I really need to talk Mrs. A." I smiled politely and walked off. She didn't bother to follow me which was good. I pushed the English section door open. A strong hand caught the door.
"Some friend you are." His voice is different from most boys here. I turn around. "Why couldn't she just walk you to class? She's trying to make up for everything."
"If she really wanted to....wait. Who do you think you are intruding my personal business?" I stood defiantly against this stranger. He was wearing the school's swim team sweater.
"Don't you remember?" He pulled off his hat and hair fell out. It landed past his shoulders and he smirked at me. "You said you hated guys with long hair like mine."
I sighed.
"I don't even remember anything from last night."
"You told me something more about the Emma Bradford. The one that wishes her life wouldn't turn upside down." His smirk turned into a wide grin.
"Look, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was saying." I walked off only to be stopped again.
"Oh no you don't! You owe me something." His smile gets wider. "You promised to change your hair color back to the original color."
"Heck no!" I was angry now.
"I always liked you with blond hair." He snaps his gum.
"Look I have to get to class!" I continued walking but the strange boy kept following me. I shook my head and stopped. I turned around to face him again. "Stalking me much?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Emma." He slipped his hat back on. "I am going to my new English class."
"Don't tell me you have Mrs. A too?" My mouth fell into a small frown.
"Yep." He nodded, showing me his torn up copy of Charles Dickens. "I never really had great expectations in life."
"Seriously? You have Mrs. A too?" My frown deepened. "I can't believe this."
"I guess you really don't remember from last night." His eyebrows raised. "Well, I was high and you were drunk. I remember small stuff. Though I remember that I mentioned how much I hated Dickens but love Shakespeare."
"Is that so?" I continued walking.
"Sadly, we're going to be reading Dickens for at least over a month. Have you seen how many pages are in this book plus the extra stuff and historical content?" He smiles.
He holds the door open for me, I find myself eying his freckles. They are splat across the middle of his face. I try to count but some overlap each other and I get a headache in that brief second. I walked into the classroom and claimed a seat in the middle. The dude who claimed to know me, sat in the back and pulled out a bagel.
"I guess the teacher isn't here yet." He tugged the paper off his bagel and began to eat. He smirked at me as the big bite moved around in his mouth.
Screw his freckles, his long brown hair and everything about him. I disliked him because he claimed to know me when I was drunk and he was high. Who knows what I could have told him. He may have know my name but I didn't know his exactly. I turn around and pretend not to hear his chewing. Mrs. A needed to hurry up.
"Such a beautiful day, don't you think?" He said and I realized he was now standing by the window. "This is type of the day people go dancing."
"Dan..." I couldn't let myself be led into this conversation.
"Yes, dancing. Some real funky dancing. Ever tried, Emma?" He began to sway side to side. "Kinda like this," he began to swing his feet and snap his fingers, "or maybe you like a little hip shaking?"
"Please stop what you are doing."
He began to break out into a completely dance. He swayed and shook his hips and moved his feet. Let's just say he had the type of feet that were met to move.
"You may remember last night but I told you about my dancing skills. I even got you to shake your hips for me." He winked at me and began humming to his own beat. "It was sexy."
I stare at him with no interest.
"Oh come on, Emma." He smiles and stops dancing. "You know like what I am doing."
"Not really because if someone walks in and sees you dancing like an idiot-"
"They will laugh at me." He fixes his hair under the cap and sits in his seat. "Who cares, baby?"
"Don't call me-"
"Well, look at you two sitting here." Mrs. A walks in with a huge grin on her face. She holds up a coffee cup and the huge grin becomes even wider. "I just had to get some of the new coffee they installed in the teacher's lounge."
As more and more student piled into the room, I fought the urge to turn around. I didn't what this idiot calling me baby and giving people the wrong idea. No way I was going to let some long haired idiot bring me down. No matter how cute his stupid freckles are.
I am sitting here next to my brother Matt. My parents are yelling at me from the front seat of the car. I can't even concentrate on their invalid statements. I am watching as my brother looks out the window with his ears covered by huge skullcandy headphones. He is softly nodding his head to whatever is playing. He is fourteen and I am sixteen. My mother had told us the story. She wanted her first child to be a senior in high school and her second child a freshman in high school so that way she would be like one of those mothers from the club. She would throw great parties and have successful children. Instead she had us two years apart all because unplanned timing. I am junior and Matt is freshmen. Nothing like mom planned. It happened when we were living in a small apartment with only two bedrooms and messy living room.
With the unexpected arrival of a second child, we moved into my mother's hometown and into the house she grew up in. My grandma welcomed us into her huge house and cared for us. That is until she found out she had cancer and our life turned upside down. She stayed alive until Matt was about six. Then she was rushed to the hospital during a relapse and died. Matt cried for days even though he didn't know what was wrong. He was crying because we were crying. I was eight. I have always been a smart little girl. I knew what death did to a family. My mother doesn't take Grandma Ruth's house for granted. Every time she wakes up or cooks on that stove or uses the bathrooms or garden in the backyard, she is grateful.
I don't know why I am thinking about all of this now. Maybe because Grandma Ruth probably just saw what happened at Cath's party. She probably saw what happened in that bedroom. Also she saw how I drank the vodka from the so-called punch bowl. Also she probably saw how I danced with half of my shirt up. My butt shaking. My curves being held on by some random boy. Being ground on. I didn't feel dirty then. Don't feel dirty now. Just alive. I was singing and having the time of my life. It was a party. Just a party. When my parents barged in, it looked as if they walked in on me doing something more than just dancing. Trust me. I was having some fun. It happened so quickly. I didn't want to end up like most of the girls in this party. I wanted to meet a great guy even if it meant meeting him at some college party while dancing up on some twenty year old guy who could do to jail for just looking at me the wrong way. A smile cracks on my face. Nothing lasts forever. I always knew that. So even my great time at that party is nothing but a memory now.
"Em, we don't know what to do about this! How could a sweet girl like Catherine invite you to a party like that? It was full much older looking men!" My mother was in shock.
"Emma, what if we had walked in on you having sex! You would have been pregnant with some strange boy's baby! And don't tell me you didn't know because you knew they were serving vodka! I can smell it on your breath!" My father was in a rage.
The smile on my face disappeared. The party wasn't that great anyway. At least from what I remembered.
***
No one at school said anything about my parents showing up. They were just glad they didn't call the cops. All my new group of friends smiled and hugged me. I shrugged whenever they asked if I were in trouble. When I woke up the next morning Matt was already up and ready to walk with me to school. My parents' cars were both gone from the driveway. I pull the shades closed and threw on some clothes. I didn't stay hours like Caroline and Catherine did on picking clothes. I had color week. This week was brown and white. Smooth brown sweater and a white shirt underneath with some blue jeans. Yes. That is what I picked to wear. I didn't even iron my clothes. Didn't have to. My mom always ironed. She was also supposed to be a stay at home mom but I don't know what happened. I sighed as one of Caroline's friends asked why my parents were so old-fashioned. I didn't want to have to deal with this. They kept nagging me until they saw Dean. Dean is your typical popular by association kind of boy. Though, these girls weren't hype about Dean. They were obsessed with Dean's friend, Chris. Then they gasped. Caroline pinched me.
"Ouch?" I continue eating my bagel.
"Chris is walking with Kimberly!" She sounded like she wanted to faint. "Please don't tell me he is going out with that...that...plain girl!"
"She seems pretty normal to me."
"Considering everything about her! She isn't easy. She always wears her hair the same way..."
This is where I jump in. I stopped listening because I noticed how Dean was staring at me. Dean didn't like our little group as you can see. He just like hanging out with Chris. Chris jogged over dragging Dean with him.
"Hey girls!" Chris breathed and winked at us. I watched as the rest of the girls blushed. I stared at Chris.
"Why don't you bring Kimberly over?" I asked and I felt Caroline attempt to pinch me.
"Kimberly? Oh, I was just asking me some stuff. You know?"
No I didn't know. I jumped up dusting the fake grass of my jeans.
"I am sorry, guys. I need to get my English class early today. We're reading Charles Dickens and I need to get there before the teacher assigns with some kid who doesn't know a thing." I grabbed my bag and swung it over my head.
"Wait up, I'll come with you." Catherine jumps up.
We are given a sweet goodbye and I smile as believable as I could. I walked off and Catherine pushed her puffy bangs from her eyes.
"I am sorry about last night. I had no idea your parents would have flipped out like that!" She chuckles. "Remember how-"
"Cath, I got to get to class. I really need to talk Mrs. A." I smiled politely and walked off. She didn't bother to follow me which was good. I pushed the English section door open. A strong hand caught the door.
"Some friend you are." His voice is different from most boys here. I turn around. "Why couldn't she just walk you to class? She's trying to make up for everything."
"If she really wanted to....wait. Who do you think you are intruding my personal business?" I stood defiantly against this stranger. He was wearing the school's swim team sweater.
"Don't you remember?" He pulled off his hat and hair fell out. It landed past his shoulders and he smirked at me. "You said you hated guys with long hair like mine."
I sighed.
"I don't even remember anything from last night."
"You told me something more about the Emma Bradford. The one that wishes her life wouldn't turn upside down." His smirk turned into a wide grin.
"Look, I was drunk. I didn't know what I was saying." I walked off only to be stopped again.
"Oh no you don't! You owe me something." His smile gets wider. "You promised to change your hair color back to the original color."
"Heck no!" I was angry now.
"I always liked you with blond hair." He snaps his gum.
"Look I have to get to class!" I continued walking but the strange boy kept following me. I shook my head and stopped. I turned around to face him again. "Stalking me much?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Emma." He slipped his hat back on. "I am going to my new English class."
"Don't tell me you have Mrs. A too?" My mouth fell into a small frown.
"Yep." He nodded, showing me his torn up copy of Charles Dickens. "I never really had great expectations in life."
"Seriously? You have Mrs. A too?" My frown deepened. "I can't believe this."
"I guess you really don't remember from last night." His eyebrows raised. "Well, I was high and you were drunk. I remember small stuff. Though I remember that I mentioned how much I hated Dickens but love Shakespeare."
"Is that so?" I continued walking.
"Sadly, we're going to be reading Dickens for at least over a month. Have you seen how many pages are in this book plus the extra stuff and historical content?" He smiles.
He holds the door open for me, I find myself eying his freckles. They are splat across the middle of his face. I try to count but some overlap each other and I get a headache in that brief second. I walked into the classroom and claimed a seat in the middle. The dude who claimed to know me, sat in the back and pulled out a bagel.
"I guess the teacher isn't here yet." He tugged the paper off his bagel and began to eat. He smirked at me as the big bite moved around in his mouth.
Screw his freckles, his long brown hair and everything about him. I disliked him because he claimed to know me when I was drunk and he was high. Who knows what I could have told him. He may have know my name but I didn't know his exactly. I turn around and pretend not to hear his chewing. Mrs. A needed to hurry up.
"Such a beautiful day, don't you think?" He said and I realized he was now standing by the window. "This is type of the day people go dancing."
"Dan..." I couldn't let myself be led into this conversation.
"Yes, dancing. Some real funky dancing. Ever tried, Emma?" He began to sway side to side. "Kinda like this," he began to swing his feet and snap his fingers, "or maybe you like a little hip shaking?"
"Please stop what you are doing."
He began to break out into a completely dance. He swayed and shook his hips and moved his feet. Let's just say he had the type of feet that were met to move.
"You may remember last night but I told you about my dancing skills. I even got you to shake your hips for me." He winked at me and began humming to his own beat. "It was sexy."
I stare at him with no interest.
"Oh come on, Emma." He smiles and stops dancing. "You know like what I am doing."
"Not really because if someone walks in and sees you dancing like an idiot-"
"They will laugh at me." He fixes his hair under the cap and sits in his seat. "Who cares, baby?"
"Don't call me-"
"Well, look at you two sitting here." Mrs. A walks in with a huge grin on her face. She holds up a coffee cup and the huge grin becomes even wider. "I just had to get some of the new coffee they installed in the teacher's lounge."
As more and more student piled into the room, I fought the urge to turn around. I didn't what this idiot calling me baby and giving people the wrong idea. No way I was going to let some long haired idiot bring me down. No matter how cute his stupid freckles are.
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