Don't Leave, We Need You

Do you know what it's like to wake up and realize you've lost the most important person in your life? Hopefully not. I have though, more times then I wish to count. First my parents when I was six, then my brother when I was 12, my childhood best friend at 14, and now him. The boy I love. He left me all alone to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. I guess you could say that he didn't leave me completely alone, but that just makes it whose. Because he left me to raise our child, alone.

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6. Way To Jinx It

Charlotte's Prospective:

 

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

I sigh and reach for my phone, turning off the alarm. I open my eyes to find myself on the tile floor of my bathroom. I clean the floor of blood, then take a long hot shower. The hot water and soap sting my new cuts. After that I get dressed in a black midriff-top with dangling fabric coming off it with gold begs at the end, pair of shorts with black gold studded crosses on the pockets, a pair of fishnet stockings underneath, and my black combat boots. I do my makeup and fix my jewelery. I star at myself in the mirror. No one would be able to tell I spent last night crying my eyes out, at lest I hoped not.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear a knock at my dorm room door. I run over and open the door to see Cole and Caleb standing before me. Cole with his red hair a sexy mess and ocean blue eyes, in his green v-neck t-shirt and jeans. Caleb with his messy curly blond hair, that still managed to look amazing even though he hated it, and his green-gold eyes, in his red Boston Red Socks t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey!" They say at the exact same time. "Come play with us."

"That is the creepiest yet sexy thing I've ever heard." I laugh.

"We try." Cole says with a smile.

"We have class now love, let's go before Crystie bitches at us." Caleb says signing the words as well saying them like we all do, because he's well... deaf.

"She's going to bitch at us no matter what." I sigh rolling my eyes. "Let me get my bag" I say and turn around and picking it up. I also grab my camera bag and then I walk to the door.

Cole walks ahead of us trying to get his phone to work so he can text Malcolm to make sure he's up and going to class. Malcolm is like the baby of our little group. He's super smart so he's only 16. He's majoring in Drama. Why a genius is majoring in Drama I don't know. Especially since he's really shy and doesn't really have many other friends then us. Not to be mean, I love the kid like a little brother... He's just socially awkward.

Cole, though his lack in technical skills, is pretty smart. He's majoring in... Well we don't know what it's really technically called, but we all call in just Painting. He's more outgoing and flirty, though he kinda sucks at it. He loves horses and painting though. He once talked for an hour with me about horses gear. Cole's the type of guy who would be randomly one day, "I wanna go skydiving." And if he had his way, he would.

Caleb... Well he's really smart. All honors classes and stuff. And even though he's deaf, it hasn't held him back. If he didn't tell you, you probably wouldn't even noticed he was deaf.He's majoring in English. He loves to write and he's really great at it. The only problem with being friends with an English major is the fact that he will constantly correct our grammar. He's the one I'm probably the closet to. He can tell if somethings wrong, no matter who hard I try and hide it.

Which is why I'm not surprised when he taps me on the shoulder then signs to me, "You've been crying. Whats wrong?"

I know there is no point in lying to him so I sign back, "I ran into Will's dad last night."

"Oh, the mystery dickhead who you refuses to tell us the name of." he signs his question, raising his eyebrow.

"Yup. That's him." I sign back nodding.

"Okay." he signs nodding his head and dropping it.

That's one of the good things about being friends with Caleb, he doesn't push for information. Thank god.

We walk into our math class and sit in our seats, that are all conveniently in the same back corner.

"Malcolm coming?" I ask Cole.

"Yeah. I woke him up, should be here soon." he replies.

Within seconds Malcolm comes running in. His sandy blonde hair a mess. He must have just pulled on random cloths course he's waring the yellow sweater his grandmother knit him with a big white M on it along with his jeans. He hurriedly sits next to Cole, because Caleb sits next to me.

The room is quiet, except of the quiet of conversation people are having. That's weird. It's never this quiet.

"Anyone else hear the absent of bitch in the room?" Cole asks.

"I was just thinking it was to quiet." I say.

"Where is Crystie anyway?" Malcolm asks.

"Is it bad to pray that something horrible happened to her?" I ask.

"No." Cole says.

At the same time Caleb says, "Yes."

They look at each other for a good 15 seconds. Before Malcolm says, "I think we should just enjoy our time with out her."

Right then Crystie walks in with her annoying high pitched laugh. Not even a laugh more like a giggle.

"We'll I enjoined it." I say.

"Way to jinx it Malcolm." Cole says giving him a light punch on the arm.

"Why hello losers." she says walking over to us.

"Why hello bitch." I sign to them. But I say in the kindest voice, "What made you so late Crystie? Having problems stuffing your bra this morning?"

"Oh shut up slut." she says rolling her eyes.

"Oh, so know I'm the slut. At lest I don't have an STD." I say giving her a sweet smile.

"At lest I don't have a baby." she says mocking my voice.

Cole chimes in saying, "So, your not denying you have a STD and stuff your bra?"

I love this guy so much. I think, smiling and trying to hold back a laugh.

Crystie just huffs and walks to her desk at the front of the room.

"It's always fun messing with her." Cole says smirking.

"Always is." I agree as class starts.

 

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Sorry it's been a while, I've been at camps and stuff. I will try and write more soon.

Also thank you all for your support and comments! They make my day!

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~Rebecca

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