The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 2

By the time I was done with my ranting, my hands were clenched into small balls and I was huffing.

Every frustration I had tonight, I brought it all out on him. He deserved it. Leaving me all alone to be the fuckboy everyone knows him to be.

Frankly, I don't care if this hurts him, it feels good to finally having something or someone to scream and fight at; to feel a bit of regret for loving him, to feel anything that can hurt him as much as he hurts me.

I finally look at Parker and when I do, more anger rushes through me.

Parker has a funny way of pissing me off. He does this weird thing with his eyes. They, somehow, become darker, as if it's a shield, hiding away what he's really thinking. His expression becomes nearly impossible to read. And I hate him for that, I hate him for doing what I can't do. For hiding his true feelings from me. For not loving me as I love him.

After a couple seconds of mind breaking silence, Parker walks over towards me and engulfs me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Polar Bear, I'm so, so sorry." He embraces me, we fit together perfectly like two puzzles.

I'm weak, I admit it.

I wrap my arms around him.

Is his heart beating as fast as mine right now?

"I'm sorry, I should have never done that to you, I shouldn't have left you alone. It was immature and irresponsible. I wouldn't dream if something bad happened to you. It'll never happen again, I promise. Forgive me?"

I just can't help it.

I nod my head against his chest.

"Good," He says before pulling away from me. "Now let's get back to the party."

I smile and nod again, not daring to speak. If I did, my secret would spill out right now.

Parker gives me his award winning smile before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the small bathroom.

Leaving my red solo cup and dignity behind, because a couple minutes after promising me he'll never leave me again, Parker leaves me alone to go upstairs with a girl and explore the different pleasures of getting her into as many positions he possibly can...

Emily Rose

It was finally spring break and the air couldn't have been more clearer.

Parker and I were finally home after a long year of our senior year in college.

We still had to go back but it doesn't matter, it's still the last spring break we'll have before we have to enter the real world as full grown adults.

I still felt a pinch of sadness in my heart when I think about it.

That's me.

Parker... well, he's the opposite.

That's when I actually turn towards Parker instead of watching him from the corner of my eye.

His smiling face has turned dark and emotionless. The now empty soda can is now crushed in his hands as if was nothing but simple paper.

"Parker?" I reach out to him but he moves away.

"No, no, Emily Rose. You can't do that, you can't give it to him, not him. I swear... I-" Parker stared out of space for a while before hopping off the back of the truck. "I'm goin' go get some more soda." He muttered under his breath before walking away from me and never returning until it was time to go.

I looked back up to where Tomas was to find him staring at me, his hazel-green eyes were bright as he smiled.

I brought my hand up and waved at him. In which he waved back.

Maybe... Tomas is hot.

"OW! Okay! Okay! Okay!" I yelped as the curling iron burned my head.

"Sorry, if you would stop flinching then maybe I wouldn't burn your scalp." Cameron, Parker's older sister scolded me as she put the iron down on my vanity dresser and grabbed the brush, brushing out the newly formed curls.

Even though Cameron was Parker's older sister, she felt like she was mine too.

Cameron always wanted a little sister and I always wanted an older sister, so when I came into the picture Cameron and I bonded over our wants and we've been like this ever since. Cameron gives me relationship advice, while I allow her to dress me up; we do it all the time. For example; now.