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Turbulence.

So I checked my pulse,

"So where are you going tonight?"
I stood in my full length mirror applying mascara to my eyelashes, making them look full and long.
"I promised an old time friend I'd see his band play one last time before they split up."
Hailey laid spread out on my bed, rolling around while playing that stupid Angry Birds game, quietly cussing and mumbling about how much she hates the game.
"I was there for their first show, I'm gonna be there for their last, ya know?"
"Wait, this Tony guy? It was painfully awkward between you two. I could practically cut it with a knife. What happened between you two?"
She rolled over as she set her phone next to her, becoming interested in my life.
"That, my dear friend, is a story for another day. But that's not who I promised."
I put my small makeup bag into my purse, throwing on my borrowed hoodie and eyed myself in my mirror. Always the same when I don't dress up. My black vans with white laces, covering up my stupid big feet. My dark blue skinny jeans, hugging my calves that are too big and my hips that don't have a space between them. Since his hoodie was a bigger size, it hung off my body, giving me some sort of comfort. It kept people guessing at how small or big I was. My glass bottle necklace hung around my neck, the bottle laying ontop of my boobs. Everytime I looked at my necklace in the mirror, I saw how my collar bones never showed. My eyes made they're way up to my face. My lips weren't full but they weren't thin, a good medium. Two silver rings wrapped around my bottom lip, my tongue ring becoming visible as I licked my lips. Truthfully, the only part of my appearance that I like are my lips, smile, and my eyes. They're a green color until I'm upset, then they turn to a bluish color.
"Should I put my hair up or keep it down?"
I grabbed my bottled medium red hair and held it up as if it was in a pony tail, revealing my small tattoos behind my pierced and stretched ears.
"Down. I like your hair."
I dropped my hair, letting it fall down an inch or two past my shoulders, a small braid falling down alittle bit farther than the rest on my right shoulder. I like Star Wars, okay? Sue me.
"Maybe I should stay home.... call and apologize to Jaime, say that something came up."
I felt the back of my hoodie being tugged at.
"No. Stop looking in the mirror and go. You look good, just like you always do. I promise. Coming from a judgmental girl that just turned twenty, you look hot. 'Specially your ass in those jeans."
She smiled and winked at me, grabbing my hand and leading me out of my bedroom.
"It's nice to know my best friend likes staring at my ass."
I laughed and turned off my light after grabbing my keys and phone off my dresser.
~

I started hating Hailey for declining my invite to Shaka's as I walked down the sidewalk by myself. Aside from silently cursing to myself about the cold weather, I was happy with the fact I'm not walking in uncomfortable heels. As I approached the dance club, Andre waved in my direction, getting a small wave back from me.
I find it funny how alot of people are scared of him. Considering he's over 6 feet tall, built, and he doesn't talk much. But yet, he's a real caring guy that if you find something he's interested in he'll talk for days.
"I was wondering when you'd get here."
He laughed and allowed some guys with band equipment to walk through the front door.
I chuckled quietly as I searched my purse for a lighter to light the cigarette that hung loosely from my lips.
"It wouldn't of been too much longer, You know I like seeing your face, Dre."
"Girl, you're too good to me. Oh! A kid with stupid hair told me to make sure you get in free. As if I don't let you in free already."
"I know, but I wasn't gonna tell him I come here almost every weekend."
He nodded and proceeded to check some girls' IDs, making sure they're over 18.
"Oh. And he wanted me to give you this."
Andre leaned over with a pink wristband with the word 'band' written over and over on it.
"Why?"
I looked up at him after examining the bright pink object.
"He wanted you to be able to come in the back room with the band and hang. My lord that guy can talk."
I laughed and nodded, remembering how Jaime used to bounce off the walls and talk your ear off.
"When I'm done my cigarette, I'll be going in."
I sat down to the left of Andre, leaning against the cool brick, as I inhaled on my cigarette, letting the smoke dance around in my lungs before exhaling it. I watched the design the smoke made as it floated up and disappeared.

"Lydia, a smoker? Hm, I don't think I ever expected that."
"I never expected you to be so annoying, but here you are."
I continued to stare at the smoke as Tony sat down beside me, lighting his own cigarette.
"So, how have you been?"
I didn't look at him, but the way he sounded I knew he was holding in his smoke while he talked.
"Well recently, annoyed. This past week I've had this Mexican asshole showing up at my school to talk to me, even though I have told him repeatedly that I'm not interested. That after tonight, it's going to go back the way it was a month ago. No word from eachother."
I flicked the ash off my cigarette with my fingers, not really caring if i'd get burnt by doing so.
"Better be careful."
I stopped playing with my cigarette and stared at Tony, slightly confused. He motioned to my hands.
"Don't want you getting burnt."
I scoffed and dropped it, making sure the cherry was done by crushing it with my shoe.
"Fuck off."
I stood up and walked into Shaka's after smiling at Andre one more time. I put on my bright pink wristband that glowed under the ceilings blacklight. I walked into the smoking room then the bar and restaurant downstairs looking for Jaime. Unsuccessful with my search I walked up the small set of stairs, taking in my surroundings. To the right of the stairs, there was an area that had two pool tables and another small bar, beyond that there were two bathrooms. Not finding Jaime, I walked straight back, passing tables, VIP booths, and a small area where some band equipment was to get to the stage and the dance floor. I stood up on my tippy toes, examining the dancing people for his 'stupid' hair. Figuring he was in the band room, I walked through the doors located to the right of the stage. A small white hallway greeted me, with three doors labeled with the bathroom, band room, and 'Management'.
I breathed in deeply before pushing open the door for the band.
"Holy shit. Lydia!"
I smiled only to be lifted up by Brandon, the lead singer.
"Jaime told me someone special was coming but I didn't think it was going to be you!"
He set me down but kept his hands on my shoulders, taking in my features. He was alot shorter than Jaime and Tony, but had brown eyes like them. His ears were stretched but were alot smaller than Tony's. Probably the same as mine. Almost an inch.
"You're just as beautiful as you were in highschool."
I rolled my eyes and lightly pushed him.
"Please. I looked ridiculous back then, especially when I hacked of most of my hair. It was always spiked up in the back and long in the front."
He chuckled and sat down on the red love seat.
"Just like Tony's is now."
I laughed and nodded.
"Except mine didn't fit my face. Looks much better on him."
I looked over at Jaime, who Brandon had sat next to. He held out his hands, waiting for me to hug him. I laughed and sat on his lap, Jaime quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.
"No! Brandon! Lydia is mine!"
He laid his head on my shoulder and joined in on a conversation that Tyler, the drummer, and Andrew, the rhythm guitarist, had started after waving their hellos to me.
"So where's Tony?"
I shrugged, not really caring where he was at the moment.
"Idunno. I saw him alittle bit before I came in here. I was outside smoking a cigarette and he joined me."
My tone was harsh towards Brandon. I had no intentions of it coming out like that, but talking about Tony made me angry. He nodded, and just like Jaime did, joined in the conversation.
"I'm getting a drink." I grabbed my wallet, phone, lighter, and pack of cigarettes out of my purse before setting it beside the couch.
I got off of Jaime and pointed to my purse when he looked at me, he nodded signalling he'd make sure nothing happened to it.

I left the room and the small hallway then made my way to the bar, finding an empty bar seat. I handed the bar tender my ID, he examined it and handed it back, with a blue wristband.
Like I did with the one outside, I examined it.
"It's so you don't get carded all night, I know how annoying it is. What would you like to drink?"
"Can I get a SoCo amaretto lime and a coke?"
He nodded and walked away, working on my drink.
I took my attention away from him to look at the band that was on stage now. Another local band. I chuckled to myself knowing their sound is nothing like Trigger My Nightmare's. Everyone dancing along to them is in for a surprise.
"Here you go." The bartender who was probably in his late twenties or early thirties handed me my drink then smiled. I grabbed my wallet again to pull out a ten when someone else came in view, paying for my drink.
"Thanks."
I smiled at him then realized who it was.
"Awe. Look. You're wearing my hoodie. That's cute."
I giggled and blushed, looking down at my feet. The first time I talked to him, I had drunken confidence. As for tonight, I haven't even taken a sip of my first drink yet.
"I'm sorry for leaving without you being awake. I, uh, my friend called me and needed a ride somewhere. Oh, and I'm sorry I took your hoodie. It was cold and I had to walk."
He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder.
"You're cute when you're nervous, you know. You were so calm and collected the first time. And I'm glad you took my hoodie, I like it better on you. But at least you were kind enough to leave me a note saying if I wanted it back I could have it."
He leaned over and pecked my cheek, his lip rings warm on my cheek.
"I know you just got a drink, but do you want to join me for a cigarette?"
I nodded and got off my stool, leading the way downstairs to the smoking room.
He lit up his cigarette as he sat down. I did the same but sitting across from him after I set my drink down on the table.
"Soooo. Was it a one night stand ooooor, is it going to happen more than once?"
I chuckled and stirred my drink with my straw.
"Idunno. Play your cards right and we'll see."
"Does that mean I can do this?"
He quickly leaned up and over the table, lightly grabbing my chin and kissing my lips. It tasted alot different from the ones I was used to. I couldn't taste whiskey, but instead I tasted his cigarettes and alittle bit of mint.
He pulled away with a seductive grin plastered on his face. I bit my lip then nodded.
"Yes. Please. Do that as much as you want."
I took a sip of my drink then a hit on my cigarette, only to be interrupted by my phone.

From:
Mr. Preciado:
We go on in five. You're watching us right?! :o

To:
Mr Preciado:
Of course! I'm smoking then I'll be there!
Front && center! :D I'll also take some pictures!

I put my phone in my pocket and tried to smoke my cigarette faster, but being careful not give myself a nicotine high.
"My friend's band is about to play. Wanna go with me back upstairs?"
He nodded and put his cigarette out in the ashtray, I followed his actions then got up. By the time I got back upstairs, my glass was empty.
"I'll go get you another one."
He kissed my cheek then made his way through the crowd. Before I lost him I grabbed his hand.
"I can wait until after they play. Thanks though."
I smiled at him and pulled him back to my side.
For some odd reason, I want Tony to see the fact that I've moved on from him. That's I'm happy without him in my life.

The guys made their way on to the stage, introducing themselves individually and started their show with their song '20 Feet Away'.
The crowd was moving around, jumping, singing as much as they could. In the middle of everyone was a mosh pit. Jaime screamed with Brandon, Tony sang a few lyrics in each song. Jaime spun around holding up his bass, Tony was head banging with Andrew as they played. Tyler was killing the drums. As for Brandon, he was in the crowd for the pit. Each song they played, they did it with so much energy. At one point something happened where Tony spun his guitar around his back and the top of the neck hit Jaime in the eye, but Jaime didn't care. He just continued to play.
I got a few picture of the crowd, the pit, the guys playing, individual pictures of the guys. I got Jaime being hit with the guitar, I also got a picture of Tony looking right at my camera. I may hate him, but it was my favorite picture of the night.
His spike hair had fallen down from the sweat, his fringe was stuck to the side of his face, he held the mic while he sang and looked directly at me. The picture reminded me of the old him. It was something about his eyes. Something I noticed that through out the show, he kept his attention on me for a majority of the time.
They ended the show playing my favorite song from them, 'Seven of Hearts'. When they were finished, they quickly moved their things off the stage, trying not to trip over the equipment the last band was bringing up. Their sound check will be soon.
"Ready to go to the bar?"
"Yeah."
~

I lit my second to last cigarette and stuffed my almost empty pack in my pocket, wishing I had chose an earlier time to leave. Of course, Jaime asked if he could give me a ride, but I declined. I live 15 minutes away. I'm fine walking. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and mentally slapped myself for stay at Shaka's until 1 in the morning.
"Wait up!"
I sighed and stopped in my foot steps to turn around. Tony was jogging to catch up from me, the door of Shaka's only a few feet behind him.
"What the hell do you want?! Can't you understand I don't want to talk to you?!"
He finally caught up and slowed his pace down.
"If that was true, you wouldn't have waited for me. Or you would've made some type of excuse not to come tonight."
I pushed my hair back and headed on my path to my house, letting the cold air whip around us.
"I had already told someone I'd meet him there. And because I didn't want to disappoint Jaime."
"Mike?"
"Uh... yeah. How do you know him?"
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked beside me.
"I'm friends with his brother, so I kinda know him. He also shows up at my work alot."
I nodded and tried to get away from the conversation by acting like I was interesting in my surroundings. But
of course, Tony had other plans that involved an interrogation.
"So, are you two an item?"
I shot him a glare that made him feel the need to defend himself.
"Not-not that I'm interested. I just noticed he was all over you, same thing with you."
"Does it really concern you?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, knowing I was right. What I do in my life was none of his business.
"No... I just know how many girls he has on the side."
"That's nice. I'm not marrying the guy. He's a nice fuck and that's all. Now fuck off, for the tenth time tonight."
He stopped suddenly and grabbed my arm, tugging on it to make me to look at him.
His big brown eyes had become angry, the thought of it made me smile for some odd reason. He deserves everything except for happiness.
"What the fuck is your problem?!"
I yanked my arm away from him and scoffed.
"You're my fucking problem, Perry. You want to come back into my life as if nothing happened between us. News flash asshole! You fucked up over and over, I finally told you I was done."
He ran his fingers through his hair, breathing heavily.
"I fucked up! Okay?! I know I did. I told you what you were getting into! But back then I was just--"
"A stupid horny teenaged boy!? I know! I've heard it all before!I just thought that being your best friend for over a year, back then, I thought that maybe I could change you-- Nevermind. Leave me alone. I'm going home."
"And you did!"
As I started to walk away from him, he grabbed my hand and no matter how hard I tried to pull away he kept his grip.
"Fuck you. You were a cheating cunt when I met you and you were still one when I left."
"Jesus Christ, Lydia! What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm sorry?"
I turned around, anger clearly written on my face as I tried to spit my words laced with venom.
"FUCK OFF! I want nothing to do with you!"
Faster than what I could blink, he had me against one of the cold brick wall.
"Dammit, girl! I'm sorry! And I will prove it to you some way."
As if my emotions were delayed, they hit me all at once. I became more angry, upset, hurt, and they took over, along with the realization behind the reason I've hated Tony so much.
Tears finally made their way to my eyes as I slid down the wall. Tony knelt down next to me, feeling the need to hold my hand that didn't have my cigarette in it.
When I spoke to him, it came out hardly over a whisper.
"I hate you. You know that?"
I pulled my hand from his and covered my face, after taking one last drag.
"I loved you, ya know? That's why I put up with all of your shit back then."
He looked down at my feet, not wanting to see me cry. I kept everything bottled up for years. I never once told anyone what I felt towards Tony, Hell, I hated admitting to myself.
I leaned back on the wall and looked up at the sky, Tony mirrored my actions.
"Back sophomore year when we met, something about you made me want to be with you. Finally, Senior year, you asked me out. You cheated on me... more than once. I never let you know that I knew. Each time I forgave you, thinking that you'd realize it was wrong, that you had a good girl.... I forgave you over and over until my eighteenth birthday. You kept telling me how you were going to take me out that weekend, to celebrate my birthday, that it was going to be this cute date."
I forced a laugh, remembering how stupid I was back then, believing that all the lies he told me were true, that he had changed in the short amount of time we were together.
" You planned out this... this lovely night. 'Seven o'clock. Be at the restaurant.' I waited until nine then said
fuck it. I walked home, freezing, in heels and the dress I bought for that night. I hated dresses but I thought since it was a special occasion, I'd look fancy. Just for you."
I laughed again, then started playing with my shoelace.
"I wanted you to want me so much when you saw me... But of course, you never saw me in that dress that night. I walked to my house, the hour walk home all I did was cry. I got to my house and got changed. I waited for some sort of call giving me a reason as to why you ditched me. Then when I tried calling you, you ignored it."
I wiped my eyes and lit another cigarette, deeply inhaling on it, earning a nicotine high. My surroundings started to spin alittle, but it didn't distract me from my memories.
"I was hurt, sad, upset, and angry. You lived in the neighborhood next to mine, I thought I'd take a walk to your house."
"Stop..."
Tony's voice was a pleading whisper as he stood up and wiped his eyes, looking away from me.
"I know what I did, Lydia. I was the one doing it."
I ignored his wishes and continued with my story, letting him know my side of it.
"I walked up to your house.... Sam was adjusting herself and leaving as soon as I got to the porch. She had hickeys up and down her neck that weren't there when I saw her at school that day. The stereotypical 'after sex look' she had it. She looked at me as if she saw a ghost, then as fast as she could got in her car... I knew this whole time you were cheating on me."
I slammed my hand down on concrete, ignoring the sudden pain that the small rocks on the sidewalk had caused. I looked up at Tony, My tears were steadily streaming down my face and my voice cracked when I spoke, raising my voice.
"But with my best fuckin' friend?! What kind of fucking boyfriend does that!?"
I quickly got up and pushed Tony, letting my anger take over. I was seeing red.
I never confronted him about it. I just stopped. I stopped talking to him, Jaime, Sam, and any friends that were in that group.
"I loved you and because I wasn't ready to give it up to you, you started fucking around!"
Another shove.
"Then you had the balls to bring me flowers the next day at school talking about your mom took you somewhere and you couldn't get out of it!"
And another push.
"You show up alittle bit after a year and expect me to be perfectly fine with what you did?!"
One more.
"Well then fuck you!"
I quickly stormed off, wiping my eyes violently.
I heard Tony call out my name a few times, but just like I did all night at Shaka's, I ignored him.
~

I sighed and quickly looked down, hugging my binder.
It's been a week since I've talked to any of my friends. Well, not all of them, just the mutual friends between Tony and I, and I feel like shit for it. They did absolutely nothing to me.
I made my way to my locker, entering the three number combination and slamming my fist into the middle of it. I always had a problem opening it, then one day Tony told me to just hit it after the combination, it'll open. I quickly put my binder in there and grabbed my history project that I had jammed in the skinny locker.
"Are you mad at me?"
The sudden voice make me jump, startling me, since a minute ago the hallway was completely empty. I turned around and Jaime was standing there, his hands in his jean pockets, his bottom lip was protruding. He looked like a five year old that just got in trouble.
"Why would you think that?"
He leaned on my neighboring lockers and stared down the empty hallway.
"You haven't talked to me."
I closed my locker and stood infront of him, laying my head on his chest. His arms were instantly around me, embracing me in a warm hug.
How am I supposed to tell him that his best friend just fucked me over? He probably wouldn't even believe me considering I'm the only one that knows about Tony's relationships. And if I were to tell him, and something happened where he had to pick between Tony and I, he'd pick Tony since they've known eachother almost their entire life.
I'd rather be the one cutting this off.
I felt my chest contracting, as if I was reliving me seeing Sam walking out of Tony's house. My heart was breaking all over again. I quickly answered him with only a little bit of truth.
"Of course I'm not mad at you. I've just been busy. Mom's getting on my ass about getting a job so I can move out when I graduate, then I've been busy with my stupid projects. It's like
every class I'm in decided they'd assign them all at once."
He nodded and started to rub my back.
"Well, get back to class. I don't want you getting in trouble because you took so long."
I nodded and pulled away from him, starting to hate myself for making this decision.

Notes

Title credit;;
NeverShoutNever! - Time Travel

Comments

@Erawr

Its fine, I just really love it /.\

@TheRosesOnYourDoor
At the beginning of this chapter, I got stuck. I had no idea what to do. Everytime I had started writing out the scene, I absolutely hated it. Aside from hating everything I wrote, I also had writers block. There was supposed to be alot more added on to the newest chapter, but I kept telling myself that I NEEDED to post something since it had been so long. So I cut it short, wrapped it up and posted it, just so there was at least something to read. I'm going to try and work more on the story, since last night I came up with a few more ideas, so hopefully it won't be months between updates. I'm so sorry about the wait!

Erawr Erawr
5/7/14

What happened?! U no update, for month ;-;

•-• what the actual fuck. Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please UPDATE ;-;

Please update, I need to know what happens