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WildTeenSeries (Pt. 4)

H E A R T B R E A K

By Maria StarakovPublished 5 years ago 16 min read
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I wake up too early the next day feeling a bit strange. I start showering and getting ready to go to school as I hear my mother doing so as well.

"Good morning, you beat me!" my mother says as she notices I've gotten up earlier than her.

"Yeah, and you are looking nice today, Mother. Giving you the anchor position?"

"[Ha-ha] Let's hope!"

My mother works at a radio station. She doesn't make as much as she should be but she's recently been going to selective interviews inside her company for a radio host position in the night shifts. The company is located in Coral Gables and she usually drives off to the radio station to be stuck in traffic for another hour after she drops me off at school.

"Honey, how was the project? Is Nicolas a good friend of yours? His mother called me actually. She seemed lovely! I am meeting her this afternoon for coffee. Isn't that great?"

"Wow. That's a bit odd. I never gave her your phone number. It was probably Nicolas giving her your number instead of mine by accident."

"Well, it didn't seem like an accident when she spoke to me on the phone. But she said she loved your company, as well as the others, and that she usually contacts his sons' friends' parents to bond. I think that's pretty neat," my mother replies, smitten.

That's so odd.

"I'm sure you guys would bond great, Mom. Nicolas is cool, by the way. We have an English class together and we coupled up with the other two classmates for the project. Nicolas has a brother, too. He's older."

"Uh-huh? And you like him, I'm assuming."

"What? No! No. No. I am just mentioning that if you see him at their house this afternoon, you are being warned." God, can I shut up already?

"Okay? What's gotten into you? Here we are.—Don't forget the rest of your head when you get out! [Ha-ha] Just kidding, dear! Have a good day!"

My head is going in circles to think my mother was going to meet up with Nicolas and Andres' mother this afternoon. This means Andres will probably meet my mother. In fact, she has no idea Andres dropped me off last night. [GULP].

Oh, God. Oh, God.

I hurried up to run upstairs to my first period and I run into Sarah Wells.

"Hey, babe! I haven't seen you in forever! Meet me during lunch today?" she says.

"'Kay!" I reply, running to avoid getting late to class.

I enter my first-period class to notice Mrs. Coleman is absent today and I can't hope for a better day. There's this substitute teacher present and she is currently in her Internship to become an English teacher. Her name is Ms. Halls and she's sitting in Mrs. Coleman's desk, analyzing every student that comes in.

"Good morning, Ms.—Halls?" I greet her.

"Good morning, Maria. I'm Ms. Halls. How are you?" she asks kindly.

"Splendid, Ms. Halls. Thank you."

As the class gets noisy and excited since we don't have Mrs. Coleman today, Ms. Halls gets tempered and starts to write on the dashboard without calling anyone's attention. The class turns quiet and stares at Ms. Halls written message on board, which read:

[I AM SUBSTITUTE MS. HALLS AND AS SOON AS YOU ARE QUIET WE WILL START THE CLASS. THANK YOU AND HAVE A SEAT.]

At least she yells in writing. I like this sub already.

The class starts with Ms. Halls introducing herself and what is the purpose of her being in Mrs. Coleman's class. She also mentioned she admires Mrs. Coleman and her work ethic. Go figure.

At the end of the class, my phone vibrates and I notice I received a text message from Andres. It read,

[Come get coffee with me?]

I get so nervous I throw my bookbag on the floor. Ms. Halls noticed my clumsiness and helped to get my things from the floor. I immediately panic so much I reach under my desk and get a little brown box I have seen before. Chris has shown me it a few days ago at his house! How did I have one of those inside my bookbag? I've never gotten one. He couldn't have. No. No. No. I thanked Ms. Halls and as the class bell rang, I run outside to call Chris. His phone goes straight to voicemail and I dial Andres' phone number instead. I didn't want to be in school and didn't want to think about Chris and the fact that I had drugs in my bookbag because of him.

"Hey, where are you?" I say once Andres answers the phone.

"Hey, pretty lady," he responds.

I blush instantly as I hear his voice.

"Wh-e-e-re are you right now?"

"I think I'm behind ya'. Do you have a pretty braid, wearing a blue jacket and skinny jeans?"

[GULP]

"Yep, here I am!" I say, smiling and waving at him in embarrassment.

He pulls in and removes his aviator glasses to look at me. His gaze penetrated every cell in my body. His eyes were a musk dark brown and had a light fire in the middle. And I can't forget the "smirk." The smirk started it all. He knew how to look at me to manifest my weaknesses. I approach him towards the window and I reach to give him a kiss on the cheek. He grabs my forearm and pulls it onto him so my kiss could press down on his cheek and last longer. It's a way of control and I was enjoying every bit of it. Lord have mercy on me on this one.

"What do you think you're doing, Andres?" I say as I excuse myself from him.

"I'm not too sure," he says looking confused.

"I've gotta go. I don't think this is a good idea."

"No. Wait! Let me explain. Please come with me to get coffee. I'll explain everything. Please let me invite you. Get in," he says.

"Andres, you're with Margie, remember? I can't have you flirt with me and pick me up during school to get coffee."

"You're right. You're absolutely right. I won't continue this but I'd like you to hear me out. I will bring you right back before lunch ends. In an hour, right?" he asks while he checks his watch.

"Ok, twenty minutes."

He smiles and opens my passenger door. He quickly sprints to the driver seat and runs off to the expressway after he turns on US1. Oh boy.

"What's with you? Where are we going? Ft. Lauderdale?"

"No, loca! We're going to Brickell, there's a coffee shop where I go a lot. You'll like it, too. I promise," he says.

We pull in to the side street to park because that's how Brickell functions with public parking unless you go into a garage but it'd be like $15.

"Sit here and I'll come back with the coffee. This spot is great, isn't it? Sit, sit. Relax. I'll be right back."

"French Bakery?"

"Yes, French Bakeries also serve delicious coffee. Now, how do you like your coffee, ma'am?"

"White Chocolate is my favorite."

He hurries back inside the bakery and while I sit, I observe him order and point at different choices of pastries through the glass window. I smile at myself on how I ended up here with him in Brickell at a French Bakery at 11:30 AM. He comes out of the shop with a tray and all the goodies and I stand up quickly to go help him to be polite.

"No! It's alright, stay put there, missy! I can handle this," Andres laughs while struggling a bit.

He has bought like ten different pastries; salty and sweet. Mmm, the freshness on those scones.

"Bon Appetit!"

"Yummy! This is the perfect da—." I froze and shove one scone down my mouth.

"[Ha-ha] You can say it, it's okay. 'Perfect date', indeed."

He smiles but then gets serious. He reaches for my hand and looks at me right in my eyes to tell me he broke it off with Margie last night after he dropped me off. I swallowed that scone pretty quick as I'm ready to get my words out.

"Why? What happened? Is it because you took me home last night?" I ask in shock.

"No. No. It has nothing to do with you. Let's just say there wasn't anything left for us to build in our relationship."

Wow. Andres has been single for twelve hours and I'm having scones with him at this bakery in Brickell.

"Listen, I have to say something," I tell him.

"Okay."

"I like you a lot. Maybe too much? And I honestly don't know how to act anymore, maybe it's..."

Andres goes for the kiss as his one time shot and he succeeds. The kiss took longer than I thought and it was something from a movie scene. His suave lips would lightly press mine as if he was almost teasing. I could instantly taste the cinnamon on his lips from his coffee flavor. He grabbed the side of my cheek as we stop kissing and looked at me, wanting to tell me something.

"I like you, too, mamacita," he says and winks at me.

I smile at him and observe his eye color carefully. Breathtaking. I could literally see through him. That quick. I had the connection with him that I've always wished for any man.

"Why you worry all the time? Stay with me."

"I'm here with you now. But, overall I can't stay. I have classes to go to. I'm in high school still, remember?"

"Alrighty. Let's finish our coffee and I'll be taking you back. Do you want to take these back to school?" He's referring to the pastries left over.

"Yeah, sure. I loved them."

"I'm glad you like it here. We'll come back another day, maybe on a Saturday to ride bicycles, if you enjoy riding," he says with a double meaning.

"Uh-huh, very funny. I'll think about it."

Andres drives off back to the school which was ten to fifteen minutes away from Brickell without traffic, of course. We get there and I happen to see Chris hanging out with all his friends by the infamous large tree our school owns. Usually, all the cool kids on the block hang around this school tree. Apparently, the tree is 100-years-old.

"Do you know him or something?" Andres asks me as he parks the car.

"Who?"

"That tall dude, Chris. He was looking over our direction pretty serious where we turned the corner back there," he says.

"I do know him and he's probably not okay with the fact I am hanging out with someone else. Especially a much older guy."

"Great, I feel old now."

"I didn't mean that! I am just saying you already graduated. Plus, you're only two years older than me. You aren't old at all. Now—about that kiss..." I reach to kiss Andres while we're still parked outside the school but he rejects my kiss instantly.

"I'm sorry, Maria. I have a lot in my head at this moment. I..." Andres excuses himself.

"It's not a big deal. I should leave now."

I slam his car door out of disgust of myself and I run inside rushing to get the door. I look back and Andres had already gone. Ugh! I feel so stupid. Why did he reject my kiss? Was it because we were at school? Is it Chris? Does my breath smell? He did like the previous kiss back at the bakery. What is it?! I don't understand this at all. We were having a good time and I blew it by going after another kiss. I should've waited. Why am I so eager to do things and fuck them all up! Why?! Why!?

"Hey! You didn't meet me during lunch, where were you? I left you messages." Sarah surprises me from behind.

"Sorry, girl! I was out with someone during lunch, honestly. I just got back. We can hang after school if you want and chat. I love you!" I yell to Sarah across the hall.

I get to my Math Class and reach for my phone to find a bunch of messages from Sarah, Andres, Chris, Chelsea, my mother, etc. But there's only one I go to first and as I read his first sentence on the text, I shudder and couldn't breathe for the next five minutes as I repeatedly read everything he had written over and over again. It goes like this:

[Maria, you're amazing but I have to try things out with Margie. She's still here in town and wants to meet me and recover some of our losses. I am hearing her out this time and after all, she came on this trip with me. I am stupid enough for breaking up with her so suddenly and not giving her another chance. Please try to understand where I'm coming from and I hope I didn't get to lose you, either.]

Another one bites the dust.

I must say he's pretty great at being charming and making women fall for him that easily. First of all, he's handsome, he smells great, he has a good sense of style, and loves expensive antiques and listen to wonderful oldies. What else? He's an amazing kisser, his hands are soft as cotton but remain firm and strong so it's hard to not feel them. His hair is dark and robust like coffee but shiny and practically always clean. His shirt's are all soft Egyptian cotton and they all look different and smell great. I decide to not reply back to his text message but I decide to "die" in the middle of class and pretended I was sick.

"Maria? Are you feeling okay? You haven't raise your head from your desk since twenty minutes ago," Mr. Clark says.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Clark. I don't really feel all that well," I respond in pain.

"Go to the school nurse. I'll write you a pass. Make sure to call your parents to pick you up earlier if you keep on feeling worse, okay?"

"Thanks, Mr. Clark. I appreciate this." I barely could keep up with my words.

I grab my things and leave the classroom to go to the main office. I think to myself how being heartbroken feels like. I didn't even feel this bad when George left me for another girl last year. Andres was different, though. He was the sugar to my coffee. Perfectly said. More like cheesy. We matched, okay? Then the son of a bitch broke my heart. It's understandable. I mean, Margie is ten times prettier than me. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I don't dress as preppy as he likes. Why did he hurt me like this!? He kisses me one time and then cuts me off. [Poof!] Just like that. Vanished.

"Name, please," the school nurse asks as he grabs my arm to take my blood pressure.

"Maria Monivok."

"Okay, Ms. Monivok. You have a slight fever but it can go away with some IV fluids and perhaps an hour rest. Unless you want to call your parents to pick you up now instead. Let me know what you decide. I'll be back shortly, I have to check on the other students," the nurse says kindly.

"Okay."

I think about calling my mother to pick me up but I know she's trying to go to an interview after today so I decide to call my sister Melanie instead. She's always with Julian, anyway.

"—Hey, Mel'. Could you pick me up from school? I have a fever. I feel terrible. I'm with the school nurse."

"Now? What happened?? Are you okay?"

"Obviously, no. I have a fever. Would you just pick me up?"

"Ok. Let me tell Julian and I'll head over. Ok?"

"Ok, bye. Hurry please." I hang up quickly and call the nurse's attention.

"Hey, did your parents pick up?" the nurse asks.

"Yeah, my older sister did. My mother is at work and she won't be able to get me," I suggested.

"That's alright," she says.

My heart stops once my phone vibrates and I kept thinking of Andres' last text. I look over and see Sarah is trying to reach me instead but I ignore her incoming call. I sigh throughout the next ten minutes of agony and my sister rings my phone. Hallelluyah!

"Are you outside the school?" I ask my sister.

"—Hey! Yeah, where are you?" My sister's voice is muffled.

"Listen, I can't hear you so come inside. Come to the office because you need to sign me off, remember?" I instruct her.

"Okay—Julian park here. Okay, I'll walk..." My sister hangs up the phone before her line gets lost.

My sister gets to the main office to greet me and once I see her, I feel so much relief. I needed to get out of there as much as possible. I'd probably play sicker and ask if I can skip school tomorrow, hoping that could be easy with Mom. Maybe she lets me since picking me up after school is a hassle for her. I can't blame her.

"I fell in love, Mel," I tell her as we walk out the school.

"What do you mean? Didn't you and George break it off already?"

"No! Not George, silly. Someone else. He actually graduated in your year," I say annoyed.

"Who?!"

"Andres Dizio," I cry as I say his name out loud.

"Oh, I remember him. He's in New York now, right?" My sister asks if he'd known him.

"Yeah, well. He's in town now, so..."

"Why are you 'in love' with him? Isn't he kinda odd?" my sister asks confused.

"You say that because he's not your type."

"I mean he seems to have a cool personality from what I've heard. But, I mean good for you, eh? Have you guys hung out already?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Don't you see? He broke my heart like an hour ago and I'm in pain. It's aggravating me. I need answers," I shout disturbed.

"How did he break your heart?"

"He rejected me and said he's giving his girlfriend another chance."

"How is he giving his 'now girlfriend' another chance if she was never an 'ex'."

"He mentioned this morning he had broken it off with her," I say analyzing.

"... So you're telling me an hour ago, he reconciled with her and broke it off with you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Classic. What did you say?"

"Nothing. I'm a mute. I don't have anything to say to him."

"Good. Leave him wanting more. I bet you anything he will contact you and sooner than later, you'll run back to his arms again," my sister says, giggling, knowing I fall for guys easily.

"Ugh! Don't be so mean. I am a delicate creature waiting to be stabbed once again," I say covering my eyes.

"Don't be so cruel to yourself. Be confident and watch, this boy you call so dreamy will come right back at ya' once he knows you've forgotten about him already. You'll remember me," she says.

"Alright. I'll take your advice."

Heartbreak could only last this long. My sister's advice pulled through like a bullet and healed the rest of the wounds suffocating inside my gut. I have to find myself again and pretend Andres doesn't exist to me anymore. It's time to move on, again.

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Maria Starakov

I like to write novels, sometimes. Every time I feel inspired, I feel complete.

What helps me write is music and films; it keeps me steady.

GFA Student.

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