The Makeover

NoT so predictable after all

I try to run in a straight line. I don't know how thick these woods are, but sooner or later, I figure I'll emerge on the other side of them. I can find my way home from there.

It is beginning to get dark outside. The horizon is turning into an array of pretty pinks, yellows, and oranges as the sun sets.

I feel sweaty and sticky. I throw off my jacket. I don't care how much the thing costs. It's not important at the moment. Without it I can run farther. And farther I must run. Running is my main goal at this time.

The last rays of light slowly fade away and I realize that my phone was in my jacket pocket. I stop my run for a second to rest (or more like collapse) on a nearby tree. I pant heavily suddenly craving a cold glass of water more than anything.

But of course I don't have water. I don't even have my phone. And because I don't have my phone I have no idea where the hell I am and I have no light to help me.

Who cares, though? I need some time to myself anyways. Maybe being lost won't be bad at all. Maybe it is just what I need.

I decide to sleep on the tree for the night. I will retrace my steps to find my jacket in the morning.

-Morning-

After falling to sleep last night, I had a horrible nightmare about Noah cheating on me with some wh*re-lady. Then, I realized it wasn't a nightmare. It was real.

My back is sore from sleeping on the forest floor and my legs are, too, from all that running. I don't feel like moving, but I have to go back to retrieve my jacket and cell.

I slowly drag myself back to my jacket. I am caked in mud from head to toe. My throat is so dry that i feel like I just had a desert storm in the comfort of my very own mouth.

I just need my Smart Phone. Then I can use GPS to get me the hell out of here and the n I can have all the water I want.

I'm in no rush to get anywhere. My mother is on a cruise to celebrate her friend's retirement. Since she is in the Caribbean, we have no contact. She won't be home for another two days.

A few minutes later, I stumble upon my navy jacket. Like me, the jacket is completely caked in mud. I clean it off as best as I can before putting the article of clothing on. I reach in the pocket, but my phone is not there.

What if I left it in Alexx's car? Or at Cassie's home? Or it could've fallen out while I ran! I would not notice.

This is not good.

I walk around the area where I found my jacket. Maybe my phone fell out of my jacket pocket when I threw the jacket on the ground.

Luckily, I find my phone in the midst of a few leaves. The leaves are shades of brown, red, yellow, and orange. Fall is beginning.

I type in my address on my phone's GPS device. It looks to be only an hour's walk away, fortunately.

I estimated the time it would take me to get to my house correctly. After trudging through the woods with a burning throat, legs like rocks, and a growling stomach, I finally arrive home.

Just in time to see Noah and James depart.

They were on James' lawn and seemed to be having a heated argument.

I heard the words "lose her", "your fault", "screw you", and a bunch of bad names I do not wish to repeat. The "her" is probably me.

Noah walks back to my front porch and sits down on the first step. He has no shirt and a loose grey pair of baggy sweatpants on. He must've come straight from his house and been here all night waiting for me.

He hasn't noticed me yet. Maybe if I just sneak through the back door-SNAP. I step on a spare twig and Noah's eyes meet mine.

I stare into them for a few seconds. I will my gaze to be empty and cold-hearted; I will jot allow myself to show pain.

I walk up to the steps. No words are spoken.

"Are you gonna move or am I going to have to step on you?" I say breaking the ice.

Noah stands up without responding. I take this as the cue to go inside, but he steps over in my way, blocking me. "What was I supposed to think?" he suddenly says.

"I don't know. Maybe you could have some faith in your girlfriend- ex-girlfriend. Maybe you couldd've asked for an explanation before going and breaking up with her over text. Strike one was the trust issues. Strike two was the text break up WITH NO EXPLANATION AT ALL. Now,-" I say until I am interrupted.

"You guys were clearly kissing! You can't lie and deny it!"

I hate being interrupted. Hate it. Especially when I have something really important to say.

"I am not lieing and I will deny it! James kissed me, but I did not kiss him back!"

"I was just talking to James a few moments ago and he said that you kissed him back 'with a burning passion'. He said that it was obvious I wasn't satisfying you."

"Are you seriously going to believe James? He just wants to break us up, so that he can have me to himself! Can't you see that!?" I shriek at Noah.

"I believe him because I watched you for a few moments. I wanted to believe what you're telling me now. That it was just him kissing you and you were not returning the favor. I could not see from the angle I was T on the street, but I do know that if you would've pulled away if you are telling the truth jow."

"It's not IF i am telling the truth now. Because I swear I am. I WAS IN SHOCK! I had jo reaction whatsoever. I just stood there with a bajiion thoughts running through my head as JMes unsuccessfully attempted to kiss me."

"Well...uh..."

"Yeah. Now let me talk some more. Trust me, this will be over quickly. Your third strike was when you slept with that sl*t obviously. I can't date some sex-addicted maniac. I want a long-term relationship with a boy who won't push me. And how do I know that you won't do just that in the future? What happens when you have a suckish day and you decide 'hey, she's not ready, but I'm gonna go rape mu f*ckin girlfriend'. Huh? What happens then?"

"That's not gonna happen."

"Well, from my point of view it looks otherwise. I can't trust you. You betrayed me and I can never forgive you for what you did! And the nerve you have to think that we could just move on and get back to the way things were after all this! You b*stard! I can't even stand to look at your hideous face! I am going inside. We are done. Forever." I say unlocking my front door in one swift motion and slamming the door shut.