Chapter 6 - Still Heart-BrokenA Chapter by emmaI pulled Skye aside as we
were all making our way to the barn for hot chocolate. “Skye, I have a question for
you.” “Shoot.” “Are they teaching you
ghombies aren’t real at your witch school?” Her eyes darkened. “Yeah.
It’s really weird. They all get these nervous looks whenever someone brings it
up, and when I tried to explain that I have a friend who is a ghombie
whisperer, I got a detention.” I was shocked. Why tell
everyone about witches and demons and shape-shifters, but not about ghombies?
It made absolutely no sense. “Oh, and I have a question
for you,” Skye said. “What were you and Chase talking about? It wasn’t me,
right?” I sighed. The poor girl was
still smitten. “No, we were talking about the ghombies-are-fake-situation.” “Oh.” Skye sounded
heartbroken. I hugged her. “It’ll get
better, Skye. Soon you won’t even remember that you guys used to date.” She sniffled. “That’s a lie
and you know it.” Damn. Caught red-handed. I
didn’t say anything in my moment of panic, and Skye knew me well enough that
that meant she had caught me. She began to cry into my shoulder, so bad that
she was shaking. I held her tighter and said the only thing that would possibly
make her feel better. “Want me to tell you about
my completely mortifying experience in the corn field?” Her crying paused. “Okay.” After explaining the entire
event, Doug came out of the barn, a worried look on his face. It was the most
emotion I’d seen him have all day. He spotted us and jogged
over. “Skye? Are you okay?” She curled into me. “No. Go
back to school.” Oh, dear. My story hadn’t
helped. She was now onto her grouchy phase. She got like this whenever she was
upset. She had four stages. One: cry and be helpless. Two: get grouchy. Three:
get happy and hyper and feel great. Four: go back to stage one. And now poor Doug was paying
the price. The look of hurt on his face was devastating. He looked like he
wanted to begin crying. “What?” he whimpered, his
eyes getting all big and pouty. He was like a puppy! An incredibly tanned,
muscular puppy . . . “Go. Back. To. School.” “Why?” “Because I don’t want you
here!” Skye had impeccable timing. Just as she was screaming this at Doug,
Annabelle and Chase wandered out of the barn. I could see the panic on
Skye’s face. I thought she was going to cry again and run away, but no. She did
the stupidest thing possible. She broke out if my arms and lunged for Doug. She
pressed her lips to his and threw her arms around his neck. I couldn’t help
myself. I did a face-palm. I yanked her back out of
Doug’s arms and dragged her behind the barn. The whole time she was laughing
and waving flirtatiously to Doug, but I knew she was eyeing Chase as well. He
looked pretty bored, considering he’d just seen Skye transfer from Stage Two to
Three in a blink. I sat down on the grass behind the barn, and pulled Skye down
with me. “What are you doing, Skye?”
I yelled. And back into Stage One we
went. She collapsed into my lap.
“I don’t even know anymore, Andrea. I just couldn’t let Chase see me mad at
Doug. Doug was supposed to make Chase jealous!” I stroked her hair. “Honey,
I hate to say it, but I think Chase has moved on. No matter how many other guys
you kiss, Chase isn’t going to care.” “I know . . . but I have to
try.” “No, Skye, you don’t.” I was
suddenly really mad, but sad, too. “You don’t have to throw yourself at other
guys to make one other guy pay attention, because that’s just pathetic. I’m
sorry, but it’s true. Skye, you’re better than that! You could get any guy you
wanted, and they’d all be so lucky to have you. But you have to want them, too,
because it’s just going to make you sad and them sad if it’s all for show.” “Why do you always have to be
right?” she murmured. “It’s a gift. What can I
say?” She giggled, but it died out
fast. “Can I stay at your place tonight? I really don’t want to have to go back
with Doug.” “Sure. As long as you don’t
mind putting up with my drunk mother and anxious grandma.” “What happened?” She sounded
genuinely worried. As I explained, I began to
cry. Our roles reversed and Skye was the one comforting me. It was a nice
change. A half and hour must’ve passed by the time I’d calmed down. Chase and
Annabelle were still in the barn when we came in, but Doug was no where to be
found. “Where were you guys?” Chase
asked when he spotted us. He sounded mad. “We were having a
heart-to-heart about some very personal matters, Mr. Armstead.” I mocked a
serious tone and smirked at Chase, and he rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” Annabelle piped up from
behind Chase. “Are you guys okay?” “Yeah,” I replied before
Skye could pounce. “Thanks for asking.” She smiled weakly. I could
see that it hurt that she wasn’t really part of our circle, and that Skye and I
didn’t have heart-to-hearts with her. I wanted to say that next time we’d
invite her to cry with us, but Skye would be crying about Chase and that’d be
just so awkward. So I stayed silent. “Well, Annie and I have to
go,” Chase said. I had a better idea. “Wait. How about you guys
stay over at my place tonight? Skye is.” I looked at Chase. “It’ll be like old
times.” Chase looked torn. To go or
not to go? Then Annabelle spoke again. “That sounds fun. I’d love
to get to know you guys better.” Chase smiled. “It’s
official. We’re coming.” “Awesome.” Skye stepped on my toe as hard
as she could with Annabelle and Chase watching. I understood what she meant: she
didn’t think tonight would be so awesome. But I just pretended to be oblivious.
“To my house we go.” © 2011 emma
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Added on November 9, 2011Last Updated on November 9, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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