By Aaliyah Jackson, 16 years old
All Too Real
It was semester finals of my first year in college. I was a bit nervous, but I do extremely well in each of my classes. It does get a bit stressful with school and work, but I was always put under pressure, so I can handle it. I walked into class five minutes early, like always, and got out all my necessary things for class, which was just my laptop. I was minding my own business, lost in thought, when the girl in front of me sat down right before the professor walked in through the door. She had a cup of coffee in her hand and a Monster drink in the other.
I watched her, intrigued, as she started to pour the Monster into her coffee. That can’t possibly be healthy. The professor was still setting up when I heard her say, “I’m going to die,” then she started to chug the mixture of the energy drink and coffee.
I couldn’t help but to smile at the strange girl in front of me. She soon turned around when the professor started class, “Hey, can I borrow a pencil?” I looked at her for a moment, her hand was twitching, and her eyes were slightly wide, I smiled and handed her a pencil. She thanked me and turned back around.
At the end of class, she turned back to me, “Do you want this back?”
I shook my head, “You can keep it.”
She nodded, “Thanks.”
I smiled and watched her walk away from me, I wish I would have said more to her or have done something. I just don’t think I’ll ever get that chance again.
Over the next few weeks, I’ve seen her around campus, she always looked tired, like she just doesn’t sleep. I thought it was finals, but finals were now over and everyone went home for the holidays. I was walking around campus, just enjoying the emptiness and the snow. I heard commotion around the corner and when I turned it a body fell into mine. I stabled both of us and looked at the girl in my arms.
“Oh my god!” She hit herself on the forehead, “I’m such a klutz!”
I couldn’t help, but to wonder why she was still here, the only people who don’t go home for winter break and the ones without families. “What are you doing here? It’s winter break.”
She stood up, “I guess I could ask you the same thing, huh?”
I chuckled, “Yeah, I guess you could.” It was silent for a moment while I looked into her blue eyes, “Are you alone for the holidays?”
She nodded and looked down for a moment, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, but when she looked up to me she put a smile on her face like she was trying to convince not only me, but herself that she was okay. “Yeah, I guess I am. What about you?”
“Yeah, same.” She shivered from the coldness, she was only wearing a light jacket, pajama pants, and a hat on her head. “Why don’t we go to the coffee shop? Hang out for a bit?”
She smiled and nodded, “Yeah that sounds fun.”
I smiled and turned to walk beside her, “Here.” I gave her my coat since I was wearing two.
“Thank you,” she wrapped her arms around herself as we walked.
“My name is Alex by the way,” I looked over to her.
“Charlie,” she smiled. Her brown hair framed her face and her blue eyes popped against her rosy cheeks. It was the first conversation we had ever had, but I swear I was in love.
Over the rest of the winter break, we spent basically every moment together. She slept in my dorm room a lot. We woke-up next to each other on Christmas morning, exchanged presents and even kissed on New Year’s.
I could’ve sworn up and down that I was in love with this girl. The one girl that I had only known for a few short weeks. The time for classes to again came rolling back and my head started to spin.
On the first day of classes, she wasn’t there. I kept looking for her and calling her, but her phone number didn’t work.
I tapped my pencil on my laptop. It was the same pencil that gave Charlie. Wait, why did I have it? My heart started to race. I couldn’t think. I picked up my bag and walked out of the lecture. I would go to her dorm room, but I didn’t know where it was, she always came to mine.
Nothing was making sense.
For weeks I thought of a girl with electric blue eyes and rosy cheeks, but she never showed up. Soon she started to fade from my memory,as I thought of her as nothing, but a distant memory, my winter break distraction.
Although, it been years,I still think of her from time to time. I convinced myself that I made it all up in my head, that it was just a dream, but it felt all too real.
3 AM Fights
Drake sat on top of her lover, they just got out of a heated argument. Drake ended up with tears streaming down her face while her lover was just stone cold. That’s how all of their fights ended up, tear stained cheeks and a set jaw. They fought way too much, everyone knew they weren’t going to last much longer, but they were so madly in love they didn’t care what anyone else said. Their fights would take place at three in the morning with bottles being thrown around, screaming, and crying until the neighbors called the cops to stop the fight. They always went back to each other, after all, they were in love.
Drake has been with this lover since high school and she didn’t want to let go of that, but maybe it was for the best. Drake’s tears dried up and she finally got the strength to look up to her high school crush, “You always cry when we fight,” her lover mumbled, eyes not meeting hers.
“And you never let a single tear fall,” her voice cracked.
“It shouldn’t be this hard,” Drake looked away from the one person who could have her on her knees in seconds.
“Love shouldn’t be this hard.” She heard him sigh.
“You still love me?” Drake asked curiously, she hasn’t heard those three words in a long time.
“It’s hard when we’re always fighting.”
“I love you.”
“We’ll just end up fighting again, cops will be called, I’ll leave, then we’ll be okay after a day. That’s not how this should work.”
“Then change,” Drake turned around and sat on her knees to look into those beautiful green eyes, “We can change, we just have to try.”
“I think it’s too late to change,” green eyes left her blue ones.
Drake frowned, “You aren’t even gonna try, you always do that. You just give up,” Drake’s voice started to rise. Her blue eyes met green making her sigh, “I don’t want to give this up,” she pleaded to her lover, “We can do this, no more fights, please.”
“You always cry when we fight,” green eyes repeated.
Drake leaned back onto her heels, “I guess it just shows I’m not ready to lose you, it scares me.”
“You’ve never cried or even teared up during a fight,” Drake whispered.
“I guess it shows I’m ready for when this ends.” Drake looked down to her hands, she wasn’t ready for this, she didn’t want to lose the only person who meant this much to her. She felt her chest constrict, her eyes teared up, but she didn’t let them fall. Not this time. It was silent for a long moment, I’m sorry, Drake.”
“Don’t be.” Drake stood up, “I’ll just go,” she started packing a bag, then she left to stay with a friend.
Her friend was not surprised to see Drake crying on her doorstep at three in the morning, she did what any good friend would. She listened and held Drake as she cried out in pain of her first love leaving the home they had built in her heart, but little did she know her home was crying over the emptiness in the bed beside them where her body indent lay.