Jude
This was the worst ending to an already bad night. I fucked up with Madison and now I didn’t know if this was finally the last straw. I paced the alley back and forth, ready to hit something else. I kept trying to convince myself this was for the best, but I knew with every fiber of my soul that I’m still in love with Madison. I don’t think I ever stopped.
When I saw Declan kiss her, I saw nothing but red. I don’t even remember walking across the dance floor or hitting him in the face. I was never the jealous type, but with Madison I wanted everyone to know she was mine and only mine.
“What the fuck was that dude! You just hit our star hockey player!” Knox came barreling out into the alley.
“Do you honestly think I care about him being our star hockey player?” I was in no mood for this.
“Well no. I know you don’t follow our school’s teams, but why did you hit Declan? Everybody loves that dude.”
“Good then you two should date.” Knox just stared at me in disbelief that I was acting this way. I usually kept to myself and never showed what I was feeling, but love makes you crazy.
“From what I saw he kissed my girl, which should have made me pissed, but instead you hit him.” Here we go with him thinking Madison is his girl. I wanted to lay it all out on the table, but I was in no mood to fight with Knox.
“He tried screwing Chanel before kissing Madison. She told me about it while we were on the dance floor and when I saw him making moves on Madison next, I got pissed. I didn’t think, just reacted.” Knox nodded his head thinking it over. He had a look on his face that said he was unsure if he believed me, but he gave me the benefit of the doubt. I hated lying to him because he is my bestfriend, but I needed to focus on winning Madison first and deal with Knox second.
“I’m heading back home. I need to ice my hand and calm down.” I needed time to figure out how the hell I’m going to make things right with Madison. Even though Chanel spewed that nasty comment at Madison, I knew most would blame me. Fuck, I even blamed myself since I got involved with Chanel in the first place.
“Alright, I’ll see you later.” I waved him off and headed to my car.
I spent the rest of the weekend running to clear my head and thinking of how to win Madison over. The idea of Madison falling for Declan tore right through my heart. The more I thought about it, the faster and harder I pushed myself running. The realization that my feelings for Madison ran stronger than they ever did before scared me. How was I suppose to let go of what made me angry for so long? How do we even forgive each other for the things we done?
I remember the one way to her heart were my sketches. I decided to sketch her one of my favorite memories when we were kids. I thought it was best to remind her we did have some good times that I hope outweighed the bad times. I started to sketch a memory of when we first found this old time ice cream parlor that had the craziest flavors of ice cream. We were sitting at the counter and we asked for twelve different types and we had to close our eyes and guess what the flavor was. We finally had a carefree day just being kids without anyone ruining it. It was the first time I saw a real smile from her and it’s one I’ll never forget.
I worked on her sketch until about five in the morning and fell asleep missing all my morning classes. Luckily I didn’t miss English class with Madison. I planned to tell her I was sorry and if she wanted me to apologize to that dick, I mean Declan, I would even do that. Then I would give her my drawing and hopefully all will be forgiven.
When I pulled up to the English building, Madison was sitting on the front steps writing in her notebook. I approached with caution and started off with a simple, “Hey.” Her eyes didn’t leave her notebook, but she did at least say hi. I guess that was better than being flat out ignored.
“What are you working on?” By the way she slammed her book closed, I had a feeling that wasn’t the right thing to say. “I…” She held her hand up to me to stop me from saying what I was going to and slammed her phone into my hands. What she was showing me was at least a hundred text messages from random numbers calling her a whore, slut, and worst of all there was one saying she’ll be with her mother soon. What in the fuck is happening? This had Chanel’s name written all over it and the rage I was feeling was increasing by the second.
“You know for months you hated me for something that you yet to inform me on what you think I did. You keep hooking up with me, but yet you turn cold towards me afterwards or go with the next girl giving you attention. I’m tired Jude, I’m tired of the games.” She started to shove her books back in her bag and looking ready to leave.
“Little bird.”
“Don’t!” She yelled with tears in her eyes.
“Listen to me I had no idea about this.” I waved her phone in my hand which she then snatched from me. “I’m going to fix this. I promise you I had nothing to do with this.”
“You expect me to trust you after everything else you did do. God even knows if you were telling me the truth the other night about what happened to you.” That
