Somebody That I Used To Know

➸ 20. Paris

Maroon 5 - Cold

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Everything about Paris is made up from my mind and the translation is probably poor since I used google! Just go with it. This isn't my usual style story but I'm diggin the juvenile vibe to it with a little something else. I like teen fiction :)

Unedited so it probably is horrible but I'll fix that up later.

Jade

"Jade. Are you okay?"

I could hear Maya's voice over the rushing in my ears, but it was faint, like I was far off in the distance.

Am I okay?

What is okay actually.

My head shot up and our eyes locked as she halted in her steps toward me, concern written all over her features.

"He knows." I whispered, my heart clenching inside my chest.

Maya frowned, not understanding. "He knows what, Jade?"

My lip began trembling and hands were shaking. Tears began filling up to the brim of my eyes, streaming down my face. I didn't think this would surface. I didn't know how – only two people knew about this.

As if finally understanding, Maya grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "He knows..."

"He knows." I whispered hoarsely, more tears trailing paths down my cheeks.

Maya's eyes closed and she wrapped my up in her arms. I couldn't fathom how this happened. Only two people knew the truth, and one of those people was right here with me while the other one – well let's just say she's obligated to keep my secrets safe – by law.

It felt like I was doused with cold water, chilling my bones to the marrow. I wanted to forget about this part of my life – the part where I fkd everythihng up.

How did he find out?

"Maya." I whispered, regretting the words that were about to make their way out of my mouth. "Did you.."

She jerked away from me, looking as if I had gone crazy. "Are you forreal right now? No. I didn't tell him!"

I offended her and I don't blame her – but I had to know. She wouldn't tell him. There was no way. She wouldn't tell anyone else either..

Would she?

Five hours ago

"Maya, I don't want to go to sleep. I can't sleep." I stared over at her, willing her to understand where I was coming from, and she did. She always did.

After the incident at the cemetery earlier, I forgot about uncle Leo for a while – spending my time with Angelina and Jean Claude – letting my soul bleed before the cement blocks that were left of their time here on earth.

Once mom and Maya found me a while later, mom had her turn while Maya took me back to the car because I couldn't stop crying. All I did lately was cry about everything since Julien had come back but when he reappeared, he came bearing a whole bunch of secrets that I had never known.

I would have never kept something from him like that.

We went to eat like everything was fine, then shopping. Mom always fed her heartache with price tags, it was a never ending scenario. Maya and I both got new clothes, but at what cost? I was miserable the whole time.

I told Maya about what had happened earlier at the cemetery which she convinced me to forget, and now here we were sitting on our bed in our hotel room. Maya wanted to go ahead and go to sleep so we could get up early and spend the day in the city, but I had a better idea.