Chapter 12 [[Year 13]]

Okay so this chapter was written in a totally different format. This is just a phase that Vero is going through in this time of her life. Please tell me if you like it or hate it. WOO on the win tonight!! P.S. Anyone know any good Jordan Staal fanfics?

Chapter 12 [[Year 13]]

Vero’s POV

 

A tear comes to mind, when I think of you

And remember the time when our friendship was new.

A gentle smile centered on your face,

And I knew that then was the time and place,

To kiss you, I did and felt a tick back in my heart.

I thought we'd be forever and never part,

But now we have come to a fork in the road,

Where we must no longer carry each other's load,

Let the burden off our shoulders and not leave a scar,

For the paths we are taking are very far apart.

I will remember always the places we went,

And cherish forever the time we've spent.

So now is the time where I say goodbye,

Spend one last minute lost in your eyes.

As much as I know that we can't stay,

I hope our paths will cross again some other day....

 

-Derek del Barrio

 

The funny thing is, you never know how much you depend on some one until they’re gone. How you automatically want to tell them something, but then it dawns to you that you can’t. That the person that has always been there for you, now is gone. No one to tell secrets with. No one to stay up all night talking to the phone on. No one to tease. No one to dress up with just for fun. Sure, I have lots of other friends. But no one will ever get me like Marc-Andre does, did, get me.

 

While Marie was getting better slowly, I was slowly getting worse. I didn’t let it show physically and I refused to talk about it. But the truth is, since that day I haven’t stopped thinking about Marc. The little traits that used to drive me crazy, I’m not going crazy without them. How high-pitched his laugh can be. How he loves to draw attention to himself. How he tells his stupid jokes. How he could always make me laugh, even on my darkest days. But no, to everyone on the outside, I was perfectly fine. Marc-Andre doesn’t even matter to me. That’s the lie I tell every one. Truth: I feel like I’m suffocating without him.

 

“Veronique, I get out of the hospital today. But I have to go right to that rehab center.” Marie complained, wrinkling up her nose.

I looked up from the crossword puzzle on my lap, forcing a smile on my face. “You’re probably excited to get out of this bed.” Now I was playing the role of the perfect little sister. Truth: I desperately didn’t want Marie to leave. Even though she was the sick one, she was getting me through this.

Marie rolled her eyes. “I know, I want to walk. But still, what happens if rehab is totally scary and I get roomed with the crazy one?” She asked.

I let out a laugh, “That’s not possible, because you’re the freak.” I teased her.

Maman walked in. I studied her face, it used to be young and beautiful. Now it’s pale and constantly pinched with permanent worry lines etched onto it. Lie: We are all doing so much better. Truth: We will never be the same.

“Veronique, you have to go to school today. We can’t let your grades fall down. Now say goodbye to your sister, you won’t be visiting her until next week.” She told me.

I felt the tears pool in my eyes and I leaned forward and gently kissed Marie’s fragile cheek. “Please get better?” I begged her.

She ruffled her hair, a tear slipping down her face. “And you better write to me, okay?”

“I promise.” I said before standing up and walking out of the room, lingering outside of it before finally tearing myself away.

 

School

Friends all rushed up to me, chattering about who was going out with who. Lie: I told them everything thing was back to normal and I care. Truth: I don’t give a shit. Seeing Marc-Andre sped up my heart, but I said I didn’t care. The girls formed a close knit circle around me whenever he walked by. Whoever said losing a lover was harder then losing a best friend, was obviously full of crap. Lunch. I sat at the table in the middle of the room. Lie: I was thrilled sitting at the popular table, the table that every girl secretly wanted to sit at. I cared about all the petty drama going around. Truth: I just wanted to be sitting next to Marc-Andre cracking jokes and talking about hockey, event though I didn’t get half of it. The place where I normally sat was now occupied by Victoria, who was clinging onto his arm. Go figure on how fast he moved on without me.

 

Finally, school was done. I was finally able to curl up in my bed under the blankets, stealing a shirt from Marie’s closet. Inhaling her scent and remembering all the fond times with Marc, finally soothed me enough to drift into a blissful sleep..

 

Next Morning

I padded downstairs into the kitchen to find the house eerily quiet for a Saturday morning. Lie: On the kitchen table was a note about how my parents had to work. Truth: An excuse to get away from the house and memories. I walked outside into the bright light to get the mail and I instantly saw a short boy in Marc-Andre’s yard. I was suddenly very conscious about the short pajama shorts and the tank top I was wearing.

He came over and whistled. “Helloo beautiful. It’s your lucky day meeting me.” He said in a cocky tone.

I rolled my eyes. “And who are you?” I asked.

“The man of your dreams.” He replied.

I laughed, this guys attempts were so pathetic and we both knew it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Vero.”

He got dangerously close to me, putting his hand on my back. “And I’m Max.” The heat from his hand was searing through my shirt. For some reason, I had to idea to tell him to move it. Lie: I didn’t like it. Truth: It felt great for some one to finally care. Then, I heard the door shut from across the street and footsteps cross.

“What the hell is going on here?” A pissed of Marc-Andre asked, his eyes flashing.

 

Lie: It doesn’t matter he’s seeing me with another guy. Truth: I am so fucking glad he’s jealous.