1 | GWEN STACY
In the beginning there lived an innocent, almost boring, average girl called Gwen…
'Is this thing on?'
I tapped the phone's cameras. This was my second time going live after my friend Iris said my voice would be great for a live, then again, she posed a question, she asked if there was such a thing as the perfect holiday while she packed for a trip to The Bahamas with her boyfriend and so I started live videos about it. Only one subscriber but it's a start.
'If it is then, hi...' I took a really deep breath. '...I'm Gwen Stacy. As you know, I've created a list of stuff I'd like to do for my holiday, it's not much but it'll be complete if it had twists, turns, I'm ready for more....'
I heard the laundry room door slam shut and mom's hasty steps towards my room.
'Gwen?!!! You better be reading by the time I get in there!' Mom yelled as she got closer. I hurried to get everything in order, placed a book and a pen on my reading table as she walked in.
'Are you talking to yourself again?' She asked
'Uhm...'
'I see you're reading. Well, stop.' She got excited as she pulled an envelope from her back pocket.
'Remember Jake?' She asked with that smile. The Mom smile.
How won't I remember the guy I loved.
‘Uh.. no, is he a friend from work?' I smiled back.
'Girl... you can't lie to me, the hell I gave birth to you. May I remind you...'.
Her words faded to "blahs" while my heart drowned in unforgotten miseries.. and I, inwardly cringed. Why is she talking about him?! Does she want to get us back together? Dear God no!! I can't, that's one wound that'll never heal.
My subconscious sent me back to that day, the way I confessed my feelings for him, the way he looked in disgust, the way our moms laughed in the background, his friends recording every moment of my rejection, just a question caused all this, how would seeing him be like?.
'..Guess what," she continued "His mom and I have a job to do and it's the best opportunity for you to make up and restart your love life with him. You love him so much I see it in your eyes. We're having dinner tonight so get a cute dress out, it's been ten years and I want him to fall in love with you all over again.' She said with excitement.
How did I get stuck with a black American mom who's obsessed with me being with this guy? Why does she want us together in the first place? Oh, if she believes in intergalactic signs that's how. She told me the story so much it lives in my head. She and Mrs. Houston worked at the same set, got married at the same time, got pregnant simultaneously, shopped at the same mall, shared the same birth room, that's how she hijacked my future.
She slithered out the room, having achieved her goal; leaving me to the hurtful solace of my thoughts.
My one subscriber wouldn't like this at all, Iris' at a luxury vacation and the last thing I want to do is ruin it for her.
I love Jake even up till now, but I have to make him pay, he can't just break my heart and get away with it, I'm not gonna let him ruin me, I'm not doing that again…
I exhaled.
Yeah, I'm gonna make sure he pays for everything he did to me, or preferably avoid him.
ONE OVERTHINKING LATER***
Mom tapped the door bell. It didn't last a second before Mrs. Houston opened up, she and mom hugged for what felt like forever while I peeked in hoping to see Jake.
Don't be there, don't be there... I prayed silently.
Phew, no Jake in sight.
'Oh, Gwenny...'. Mrs. Houston hugged me so tight I termed it attempted murder. She pulled me upstairs to Jake's room, she flung the door open, and still no Jake in sight. She looked disappointed...Just saying.
'He must've stepped out, make yourself comfortable. His room is your room'. She giggled as she walked out.
I could hear their not so silent whispers about me and Jake. I rolled my eyes. The memories came flooding back, the time Jake and I slept in the same bed ten years back and our parents offered us breakfast in bed. Moms.
Dinner was a snooze fest. They talked about the movie they were on and how many costumes mom and I were gonna make, how Jake is the lead and I'll probably be his stylist.. dear God no, no really, how did I end up here?!.
The sunflower garden caught my attention, the way it danced with the wind only illuminated by the moonlight, breathtaking. There was this other light though, artificial and it pulled so close to the garden, all reasoning defied when the driver crushed it, so I termed the guy a drunk, disposable delinquent, a mad man, until he walked in.
Jake.
Not a drunk, disposable delinquent or a mad man but both. My fucked luck. He took his shoes off and walked towards us. He pecked his mom and gave mine a hug. I see what he's doing. His gaze lingered on me and I felt uncomfortable, darting my eyes anywhere but his. Mom could tell I wasn't into this as I could tell he might have been drunk.
'Jake, be a dear and take Gwen up to your room, we have something to discuss.'
This was it, my chance to let my mom know I will not hang around a guy like him. Breaker of hearts.. He thinks he soooo hot.
She looked at me like she could kill me.
'On the contrary, I don't want to...' I don't want to what?!?!!!
Gwen, stop, if you finish this sentence she'll murder you!!!
'..let's go get something to drink, Jake.' I laughed weakly but inside I bled.
We got in his room and he set up his game pads.
'Do you play?'. He asked
'Uh... no'
'Come on, I'll go easy on you'
'Oh, that's so touching, why didn't you do that when I told you I loved you?!'
'This is the first I've seen you in years, can we not argue?'
'We're not arguing, I am! I don't get why I even bothered asking.'
I walked out and towards the hallway. A photo of the two of us hanging gallantly on the wall. I reminisced, how could I have been so foolish?!.. I've changed a lot I'll say that, but something lingered in me, for him, I know I hate him and the feeling is supposed to be neutral but... I don't know,
'Nice memories, huh?' His raspy voice came a perfect two inches from behind my ear. I played a smile, a sarcastic one.
'You don't know when to give up, do you?' I stared at him for the first time in ten years. '..You know Kierkegaard said life could only understood backwards.'
'That's true though.'
'Is it?' I asked.
'I don't know actually.' He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. God.
'It did sound good though.' I smiled. A little.
Damn controlling smiles around him!
'Well, he did believe in individuals creating moral values, and forgiveness was one of them.' He reached in to his pockets and got out a card.
'What is this, your trash?' I asked holding back a laugh.
'It's my card. In case you need to talk or wanna go for lunch...'
Enhancing proximity.. he knows my weak spot and his firing at it, he wants our fingers touching and sparks flying. Always cliché moves but they scar you, the last time I let that I ended up crying for dessert.
Deep breaths..
'Goodbye.' I walked out.
I was beginning to think I was breaking through my own tough facade, looking at him, what was I thinking?! Oh well, I'll never see him again so what's the point? I stared at his card, I wish I would though. Ugh!!!! It's already working!
The first chapter to any story is usually a migraine in the hypothalamus but regardless I hope i handled that well. My Gwen🥹. Thanks for reading 📖,Please vote and comment. This being the first chapter opens up doors for big possibilities for her, who knows what might happen ¡Adiós! Stay Sparky.😉.the beginning there lived an innocent, almost boring, average girl called Gwen..
