Hey, this is a short story that I have written. I'll post just the beginning of the story, and see if any one likes it or not/ 😊
My hands were held securely around myself as I walked through the dark alley on an unpleasantly cold October night, again. The full moon was glowing through the trees and not a sound was heard apart from my footsteps on the damp sidewalk, again. I knew I didn't have to be here. However, an unpleasant feeling pushed me farther and farther away from the truth.
Looking at the blanket of stars above, I was lost in thought when I heard some rustling in the bushes behind me. I stopped and looked around for any sign of where it was coming from. Somewhere in my heart, I longed of that noise to belong to the one and only Wes, but I knew that was impossible. Thinking of all the other possibilities, I continued into a light jog. I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, and not daring to turn around; I quickened my pace to a steady run towards my house. The person was catching up quick.
Not long after, I gave up and turned around to face the person. Whoever, it was had slowed down as well and was breathless. I stared hard at the person and tried to figure out who it was. It looked like a guy, but I wasn't sure. As the person came closer, I knew who it was. My heart skipped a beat, it couldn't be. After all that's happened in one year, why now? Why would he return at this moment of my life? I pinched myself, to see if it wasn't a dream. It sure wasn't a gentle pinch, since I screamed. I guess I was paying attention to something else, and why wouldn't I? The love and only friend of my life had returned. Wes.
"Are you okay?" the same reassuring calm voice asked with concern. Wes moved his body and placed his soft hands on my shoulders, just like last time, like always. I knew what was next. For a moment, I stared into his eyes, the eyes that I used to look into when I needed a friend, someone to hold onto or someone just to tell me I screwed up so what. However, this time I longed to see guilt, regret of leaving me in his eyes. I backed off, leaving him shocked.
"I'm fine, fine without you", I replied harshly.
"No, you are not and either am I, Rose", he said this with full confidence, right into my eyes. I liked this about Wes, no matter what, he would always tell you in the face. Whether, it left a positive remark or negative. It reminded me of the first day we met. Believe it or not, but this day had changed my whole life. I gained, and I've lost. No matter how many times I have been correct in the past, I never had guess I would be in this position now. I guess the blaming game is still in progress.
1 year ago, in Grade 12.
I was new at my high school and did not know anyone, unless you include a cousin who hates even the littlest guts of yours. I come from the Brook family which is known as one of the richest families from British Columbia. My cousin, Danielle is my dad's younger brother's daughter. 10 years ago, when my dad died he detested Danielle's dad so much that he made me the sole owner of the Brook family industry. Since my mother had died giving me birth, I was my uncle's responsibility. He surely did not appreciate this nor did he want anything to do with me. However, he had no choice and that's how I ended up in this room full of drunken teenagers, whom had nothing better to do with their life other then drink and party. This included Danielle, who forced me to come along because she thought I had a dull social life and I needed to bring up the Brook family name. I did not know how that worked.
But in a slight way, I had to admit. I stuck with the books and computer, while girls my age had a boyfriend and tattoos. Though the tattoos did not bother me, but having a boyfriend always seemed like a necessity to me.
"Excuse me" a deep voice behind me said. I turned around to look at the most popular guy, Wes standing behind me holding a class of water. My heart skipped a beat. He was everything a girl wanted. Wes was athletic, smart, cute and rich and treated his girlfriends like princesses. I should know, he was Danielle's boyfriend. Every other Friday, he came over for dinner with his family, since they were business partners with my uncle. My uncle, aunt, Danielle, the whole school loved him, especially me. Wes didn't even know me; whenever his family came over I was in my room studying. In school, my name hardly reached the popular clique unless; the list for top 10 nerdish girls was being discussed. Half of my peers didn't even know my name, forget knowing I was Danielle's cousin and I owned her whole property, money, even wardrobe. Though I had given up the dream of one day ever owning the whole Brook property, since my uncle probably discovered a way to make that property his. In the end it did not bother me, I never knew why my dad disliked my uncle and I never planned on finding out either. I could never own a business by myself, even though I intend on becoming a financial adviser. Life went on, I knew that better then anyone.
"Hello, back to earth", Wes said with impatience, interrupting my thoughts.
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm sorry", I said moving out of his way. I turned to look for Danielle but I did not see her. I looked at the watch; it read 2:00am. This was the latest I've ever been out, and tomorrow I had a paper due.
"Ugh, why do these people have to hold parties on Wednesday nights", I said out too loud without even noticing.
"Tell me about it, Mr.Radell is going to murder me if I don't have that essay in by tomorrow", the same voice exclaimed.
"Why are you still here?" I asked Wes trying not to look at him.
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