Soda

I run down to the nearest corner shop and buy a soda. I hate seeing Jerry cry. he hardly ever does it. I've never been in a fall out with him before. People might think he is being overdramatic but if he's truly upset about something then he will show it. I mean Nacho has seen Jerry cry more than me. I feel awful but I'm also pissed. Nacho had no right to know what Jerry told him and Jerry had no right to tell him. I sit down on the pavement and drink my brew. I hate this feeling. Knowing that I'm in the wrong. Knowing that I could do something to make it better but not wanting to. Knowing it's not his fault whatsoever. Ugh. I should go to apologise. I'm often irrational and throw all smarts out the window when my friends are involved. Not because of peer pressure, but because I need to make the people I care about love me, more and more and more. I jump up and make my way back to school. Turning left. Or was it right? Oh shit. I falter. Uhh was it this way? Or...

It's getting dark. I need to go somewhere. the corner shop has closed now so that's not an option. Call someone! I whip out my phone. I have three contacts. Nacho, Jerry and... mum. I hover over Nacho's name. Would that be okay for him to pick me up? Maybe he'll be mad at me. I click it anyway. he answers straight away.

"Did you turn it off?" Jerry's voice mumbles.

"Yeah," Nacho whispers back, " it's okay. I'm sure they will call me back. But right now I'm with you."

"What if it was her?"

"Doesn't matter..."

"HELLO?!" I scream into the phone," GUYS HELP ME OUT DON'T JUST KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE WITHOUT ME! I NEED TO BE THERE FOR IT" There's no sound on the other end. I swap ears and close my eyes. Please hear me," Listen to me, call me, we need to talk."

"Maybe I should call her" I hear a rustling on the other end then hear Nacho laugh, "casting spells on me again B?" I tell him my dilemma and he promises that he'll be right there, I hear him ask Jerry if he wants to come too. I presume he says no because Nacho says bye and hangs up. Nacho can fly anywhere. nacho is a fairy type and has a beautiful set of pink wings. Jerry is a... well we're not sure what Jeremy is. Perhaps some sort of phantom but who knows? I rehearse my lines for Jeremy. I wonder if he's genuinely upset. I know what I thought earlier but... maybe he's just overreacting as everyone thinks. I know deep down I'm wrong but I'm trying to cover up my mistakes by blaming someone else. I drain the rest of my juice and wander down the roads. Probably not the best idea because I'm meant to be waiting for Nacho. Oh well, he'll find a way. I wait for fifteen minutes before Nacho shows up. I hop on his back and we fly into the second star to the right... Just kidding!. He takes me to Bella even though it's pretty dark. I hold onto him tight. I hate riding through the dark. We land gently onto the grass and I notice that the field is incredible shorter than what I remember. It's the correct height for grass. I notice a rather large lump of green in the corner but I decide to ignore that for now. Jerry sheepishly comes to greet me. His eyes are red and his hair is poking out at funny angles, there's also swipe of dirt on his cheek. I hug him and whisper my apologies. He nods pretending he's already over it. We laugh and start weeding Bella. The grass was cut by Jerry when he was upset earlier. Jerry likes loud noises when he wants to be distracted. We're all different. I try and push away the thought of Jerry telling Nacho about my father. It keeps swimming back into my mind. I'll have to talk to him about it. Otherwise I might drive myself insane. We keep weeding until about one in the morning. Nacho offers to walk me home but I tell him that I want to talk to Jerry by myself. I pretty sure I heard a cog in his brain turn and click into place because he suddenly turns away sheepishly," don't be too harsh on him" he says, placing a hand on my cheek. He kisses my cheek and murmurs goodnight. They always do that. If they want something from me. Honestly these two boys could rise to the top of the world if they used this power of control properly. Jerry glances over to me a gives me a huge hug. Manipulation. He reaches out for my hand but I bat him away. Not today Satan.

"You talked about him. I heard. Before I left and got lost. You implied that I tried to kill him," I say.He looks at me dead and the eye and mumbles something," pardon?"

"Well I'm not wrong am I!" he shouts suddenly," you never talk to me when something's wrong but I could tell. You were always so careful around him. Light on your feet. Panicky when he got home. You'd never admit it because you were scared but he did something to you didn't he?"

My head goes black.