This is a short story I wrote outside of the course which uses two narrators to tell a story of a complicated relationship. The style is fragmented and the gaps in between the lines represent the fragmented and ongoing thoughts of the narrator as they appear in their heads. It does get complicated so I hope everything becomes clear at the end. Enjoy!
It was a long four hours that passed.
I waited, but not like how they do in the cheesy chick flicks. I didn’t sit by the phone all evening and not move my eyes from it, willing it to ring. Instead I took it round with me in my pocket, waiting to feel the vibration.
Any minute now, I thought as my ready-meal lasagne baked slowly in the oven. Then randomly, I would just forget. Forget I was waiting for a text or call from you and I would get immersed in an activity.
Someone put the TV on and we all gathered round to watch Eastenders.
I would be there for you, I thought to myself.
Some hours after watching TV and the laughter and general chat, my housemates drifted off slowly to their own beds. Soon it was just me and the TV, alone. Then Balls of Steel came on. One of your favourite shows. I was instantly reminded of you.
My phone was removed from the pocket. I had not yet felt the vibrations, but who knows. It was thick material and I hadn’t been paying attention. A blank screen offered the answer I knew was already there before the question had even been formed.
Not a chance, my childish conscience spoke to me. Not even a chance he would want to talk to you.
You had been so perfect when we first met.
Aren’t they all though? Isn’t that we all say when a new person comes into our lives and we are baffled by their brilliance and charm?
But you were different. And I knew that right from the start. We came together for a reason and it was fate, not coincidence. Fate.
Your dusty blonde hair was drenched from the rain outside the pub I had been drinking in. My hair was wet and blonde too, that’s why you stood out so quickly. We matched.
I caught your eye, your smoky grey eyes, from across the room when you came through the door, shaking out the water from your face like a wet dog.It made me smile and you noticed. You smiled back, warm and friendly like you normally are.
For the rest of the night I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. The chemistry pinging between us felt powerful enough to charge up the whole room. It was literally electric.
Six months down the line, we were inseparable.
The rain was pounding down the day I met you. So fierce that it drenched me as soon as I stepped off the bus. I ran into the first pub I saw, attempting in vain to shake the water from my messy hair.
I saw you across the room, ordering a round of pints at the bar. My kind of girl, I remember thinking. Your hair was the thing I noticed first, long and cascading down your back in beautiful, loose, curls. The bar lights shone across it and I thought you looked gorgeous.
I smiled at you but you didn’t notice, you were trying to juggle three pints in your small delicate hands. I went up to the bar, but you had already sat down with your friends and were handing out the drinks.
Eventually I caught your eye but you looked away, a shade of red beginning to creep up your flawless face. I saw you whispering to your friends, giving me a few sly glances at the same time.
It sounds soppy for a boy, especially one that takes pride in their single status, but I was in love. Head over heels and crazy for you.
Six months down the line, we were inseparable.
The next day there was still no text from you.
I had gone over the possibilities repeatedly. And that’s when I realised. You must have lost your phone. I knew you were going to a party in town so it could have easily happened. After all, you have lost three different phones within the last two months.
So I decided to go shopping, take my mind of everything. I didn’t understand why you were being so cold.
But even shopping couldn’t keep us apart. I spotted you in the que for McDonalds – probably ordering your usual – strawberry milkshake and a cheeseburger. I hesitated before I walked over to greet you. After all, you could have borrowed someone else’s phone to let me know where you were.
But never mind, the amount of second chances you’ve given me, I’m sure you deserve one.
So, here goes.
I put my arm round your waist when you came up to me. I didn’t want you to still be annoyed that I hadn’t text you back last night. I’d been at Joe’s party and my phone ran out of battery.
“You OK?” I whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek and pulling you closer to me. You paused for a bit, turning round slightly to look at something behind you.
“No…well, not really.” you replied, frowning.
“Why, what’s up?” I asked turning round to follow the direction of your gaze.
I cut off. I could see exactly what you were looking at. And it was heading right this way.
When I came up to you, you had your arm round her. I saw you kiss her cheek too as I was walking towards you.
In broad daylight, when anyone could have seen and told me. Or worse, I could have seen. Which I guess I did, but why weren’t you worried I might have caught you?
I knew you were using her. It was all an act. That time in the pub, we had a real connection.
And you had been texting me for a while. One time you even sent me a joke. Right up until yesterday we had been texting back and forth.
I knew you wanted to be with me, it was just a matter of ditching your so-called “girlfriend” as well.
I would have you in the end, we matched, remember?
It’s hard remembering when I first realised Liv was a little clingy.
Maybe I should have realised it six months ago in the pub when she mistook me looking at Bonny for checking her out. I shouldn’t have smiled at her but it just slipped out. A natural reaction for my player-ego that can occur when any girl pays me attention.
I don’t even know how she got my number. At first I was flattered, I even agreed to meet up a few times, just as a casual thing. And when things with Bonny got serious, I stopped texting.
Yet over the last two months I was still faced with a bombardment of texts from her. And then calls. Followed by emails, Facebook messages, even Tweets. So I had to end up replying. It was Bonny who encouraged me, just so I could get her to back down a bit. But it made it worse. Liv wouldn’t give up easily.
I blocked her number, I changed my number. Three times in fact, in the past two months. I told her I loved Bonny and I didn’t like her at all. I even text her last night to tell her.
I thought she would have got the hint by now. But its obvious it’s just gone so far that she’s now chosen to follow me. Enough is enough.
“Just leave me alone you weirdo!” The words come tumbling out of his angry mouth, hitting me in the face with its hurtful force.
“Leave. Me. Alone! Do you get it? I have a girlfriend and I love her. I don’t like you. In fact I despise you! You need to stop stalking me!”
I stared at him in dumb disbelief. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. We both knew having Bonny as a girlfriend was a cover. Although you couldn’t see my bump I was five months pregnant and we knew Kyle’s family couldn’t find out he had a child. He would be disowned. So Bonny was just a red herring if you will. Someone to just cover up the dirt tracks. We were still an item. At least I thought we were, because as of a few weeks he’d become very short with me. And last night was awful when he refused to text back after I asked about any baby names he liked.
To make it worse I think my baby and I are actually getting dumped. Publicly. In McDonalds.
I do know that the baby is mine. I’m not that ignorant. But I don’t want anything to do with it. Having Bonny as a cover-up girlfriend turned out to the biggest mistake and bonus rolled into one. I fancied her from the beginning and I did end up falling in love with her.
Liv wouldn’t let the baby thing drop though. She kept harassing me about it, trying to get me to be excited and enthusiastic. But how could I when the only thing I felt that for was Bonny?
The stalker story came easily enough. Bonny basically started it herself when she noticed Livs’ constant attempt to keep in touch with me.
It’s a shame that’s how it will have to be now. Though I couldn’t help feeling horribly guilty when Livs’ face crumpled up and tears filled her eyes after I shouted at her. But she fled pretty quickly, which I was grateful for.
All my friends and the people in the que must have just thought I know some weird person. They don’t realise that, really, I was that person.