101 Reasons To Hate Butterflies
Chapter 3
Sophie's POV:
I turned around, and noticed a car approaching quickly in the the lane next to
us.
Anna saw it in her mirror.
"Sophie!"
For some odd reason, I didn't move.
"SOPHIE!!"
I could feel Kaelee tugged on my jacket.
I started extending my arm, closer and closer to where the car would be.
It was almost dream like, I knew I wasn't blinking often either.
I don't really know what came over me, I just had to touch that other car.
Should I jump?
Should I scream?
How steady am I?
What am I doing?
Why is this happening?
There were so many ideas that flooded my thought process at once, it was over
powering and I didn't know how to handle them.
I didn't know how to move.
Now, I had more then just my upper torso out the widow.
Just by a little.
Kaelee kept tugging, while Anna's anger kept growing.
I could feel myself getting the feeling in the pit of my stomach that the more I
disregarded Anna's words, the worse it would be.
The more I was fucking up. Second after second.
It wasn't my fault, I just froze under all the pressure.
I didn't actually know how far out of the car I was until I saw the expression
splash over Anna's face in the mirror, and felt Kaelee's final huge pull.
The car honked its horn when it was extremely close to me, and almost
instantaneously as all this happened, and I snapped.
I flew back into the car, very wrapped up in what I had just done.
"Sophie, what the fuck is wrong with you, why the fucking hell did you do that?"
Anna hissed.
"You could've gotten fucking killed!" Kaelee chimed in.
I didn't say a word.
Why did I do that?
That was weird.
"I mean, I get where you'd stick your head out. And I even understand your chest
and stuff, but what the actual fuck was up with touching that car?!" Anna
asked.
"...I-I don't know. You know when a deer freezes in headlights? That was what
happened. The pressure, the noises, and all the thoughts that the whole scenario
itself gave me was just too overwhelming. But I felt like I needed to touch the
car; I don't know why really. But there is a logical side to this too; I just
wanted to touch it. I wanted to see if I could," I explained.
"I felt invincible."
"We'll you're not, so please don't act upon that again." Anna reminded me.
"Yes ma'am."
We hung out until about 9, in which case I figured I should head home. I still
had some homework to do and whatnot.
As Anna dropped me off, I waved goodbye to her and Kaelee.
It didn't take more then a few seconds after greeting my family until my dad
informed me of a new opportunity.
"Hey Sophie. The company wants me to cover a concert Friday night. Do you wanna
tag along?"
"Yeah sure!"
Concerts were always the best. I loved being able to help out backstage and see
my dad work.
"Friday, right?" I asked.
"Yep!"
It was even better when he needed an assistant, in which case that was me.
Everything about them were great.
And all my worries floated away, gently. All that mattered was putting on a
great show. No matter who they were for.
The last one my dad and I worked was the Katy Perry one back in September. I
absolutely loved that one. Meeting her was fantastic and the crew was beyond
polite.
Katy herself was actually incredibly generous and down to earth. It was a
genuine pleasure to be lucky enough to meet her.
I always loved it when the concerts were Fridays
or Saturdays. That's when the bigger stars were performing, usually.
Though it didn't matter to me. I helped my dad with new artist he was aiming on
tweaking and classic artist who could never be stopped.
Music was a huge part of my life, and I consistently jumped at the chance to
listen to it at any moment.
I really spent my time listening to a huge variety of music.
I liked every genre.
Well, you know, except country. Although, there were a few exceptions to my
exception.
Anyway, the main point being, I couldn't wait to tag along.
Daniel's POV:
When I got home, I decided to check my phone again.
I had two messages.
Kelly: u looked nice today...
2:56pm
Jacob: Ik this sounds rlly dumb, but I really miss u. And I know u already
move on with a girl but if ur bi then that means we still have a chance, right?
3:01pm
The two messages were so completely different.
The only two things that they had in common was the fact they both came from
individuals I used to know, and they surprised me.
Trying to remember what I did to deserve this, I started to tense up and threw
my phone to the side.
I really didn't want to deal with either of them, but I know I had to.
I had to at least explain to Jacob.
Jacob was my ex-boyfriend. And just because I was confused about my sexuality
didn't mean he was.
Looking back, I guess I didn't give myself much time going from him to Kelly.
I owed him an explanation.
I picked up my phone and typed away.
Daniel: Jacob, I'm sorry. You are a great guy and I'm really sorry about what I
did. I dont really know if I'm bi or if it was just a phase but yes I did move
on with a girl. Ive always had feelings for at least one. But my feelings for u
were genuine.
3:14pm
I exhale and pressed send.
I folded my hand together and dropped my head. Confused, I stood up and took
loud deep breaths.
It didn't take too long to get my expected reply.
Jacob: it's okay. Ur not alone. I know a lot of bi guys and guys who go through
phases. I just needed to know what was on ur mind and im glad u told me.
I decided not to reply, I had to address Kelly.
Or should I?
Should I even bother?
She cheated on me.
She cheated, on me.
I did nothing wrong. I loved her. I opened up to her, I trusted her and I let
her in. And she decided to throw it all away on some pointless man who she'd
never see again.
That wasn't even how it felt. That was what happened.
It felt like thorns.
Piercing through every possible memory of happiness.
It felt like poison. Being swirled into a calming tea.
Like a scratch on porcelain skin.
It was a blur in a priceless view.
It's the feeling you get before you go on a stage in front of thousands of
people.
Plus the feeling you get when your car spins out I control.
Either way, it shows how much she cares.
The thing is, I stilled cared about her.
I was so broken but yet so bound.
But should I really give her the upper hand by replying?
I couldn't help myself;
Daniel: I didn't see u today. When did u see me?
Shit.
Oh my god what have I done.
I sound like a creeper!
I made her sound even worse!
Leave it to me to fuck everything up.
Daniel O'Conner. Turning lemonade into lemons since '95.
I turned around, and noticed a car approaching quickly in the the lane next to
us.
Anna saw it in her mirror.
"Sophie!"
For some odd reason, I didn't move.
"SOPHIE!!"
I could feel Kaelee tugged on my jacket.
I started extending my arm, closer and closer to where the car would be.
It was almost dream like, I knew I wasn't blinking often either.
I don't really know what came over me, I just had to touch that other car.
Should I jump?
Should I scream?
How steady am I?
What am I doing?
Why is this happening?
There were so many ideas that flooded my thought process at once, it was over
powering and I didn't know how to handle them.
I didn't know how to move.
Now, I had more then just my upper torso out the widow.
Just by a little.
Kaelee kept tugging, while Anna's anger kept growing.
I could feel myself getting the feeling in the pit of my stomach that the more I
disregarded Anna's words, the worse it would be.
The more I was fucking up. Second after second.
It wasn't my fault, I just froze under all the pressure.
I didn't actually know how far out of the car I was until I saw the expression
splash over Anna's face in the mirror, and felt Kaelee's final huge pull.
The car honked its horn when it was extremely close to me, and almost
instantaneously as all this happened, and I snapped.
I flew back into the car, very wrapped up in what I had just done.
"Sophie, what the fuck is wrong with you, why the fucking hell did you do that?"
Anna hissed.
"You could've gotten fucking killed!" Kaelee chimed in.
I didn't say a word.
Why did I do that?
That was weird.
"I mean, I get where you'd stick your head out. And I even understand your chest
and stuff, but what the actual fuck was up with touching that car?!" Anna
asked.
"...I-I don't know. You know when a deer freezes in headlights? That was what
happened. The pressure, the noises, and all the thoughts that the whole scenario
itself gave me was just too overwhelming. But I felt like I needed to touch the
car; I don't know why really. But there is a logical side to this too; I just
wanted to touch it. I wanted to see if I could," I explained.
"I felt invincible."
"We'll you're not, so please don't act upon that again." Anna reminded me.
"Yes ma'am."
We hung out until about 9, in which case I figured I should head home. I still
had some homework to do and whatnot.
As Anna dropped me off, I waved goodbye to her and Kaelee.
It didn't take more then a few seconds after greeting my family until my dad
informed me of a new opportunity.
"Hey Sophie. The company wants me to cover a concert Friday night. Do you wanna
tag along?"
"Yeah sure!"
Concerts were always the best. I loved being able to help out backstage and see
my dad work.
"Friday, right?" I asked.
"Yep!"
It was even better when he needed an assistant, in which case that was me.
Everything about them were great.
And all my worries floated away, gently. All that mattered was putting on a
great show. No matter who they were for.
The last one my dad and I worked was the Katy Perry one back in September. I
absolutely loved that one. Meeting her was fantastic and the crew was beyond
polite.
Katy herself was actually incredibly generous and down to earth. It was a
genuine pleasure to be lucky enough to meet her.
I always loved it when the concerts were Fridays
or Saturdays. That's when the bigger stars were performing, usually.
Though it didn't matter to me. I helped my dad with new artist he was aiming on
tweaking and classic artist who could never be stopped.
Music was a huge part of my life, and I consistently jumped at the chance to
listen to it at any moment.
I really spent my time listening to a huge variety of music.
I liked every genre.
Well, you know, except country. Although, there were a few exceptions to my
exception.
Anyway, the main point being, I couldn't wait to tag along.
Daniel's POV:
When I got home, I decided to check my phone again.
I had two messages.
Kelly: u looked nice today...
2:56pm
Jacob: Ik this sounds rlly dumb, but I really miss u. And I know u already
move on with a girl but if ur bi then that means we still have a chance, right?
3:01pm
The two messages were so completely different.
The only two things that they had in common was the fact they both came from
individuals I used to know, and they surprised me.
Trying to remember what I did to deserve this, I started to tense up and threw
my phone to the side.
I really didn't want to deal with either of them, but I know I had to.
I had to at least explain to Jacob.
Jacob was my ex-boyfriend. And just because I was confused about my sexuality
didn't mean he was.
Looking back, I guess I didn't give myself much time going from him to Kelly.
I owed him an explanation.
I picked up my phone and typed away.
Daniel: Jacob, I'm sorry. You are a great guy and I'm really sorry about what I
did. I dont really know if I'm bi or if it was just a phase but yes I did move
on with a girl. Ive always had feelings for at least one. But my feelings for u
were genuine.
3:14pm
I exhale and pressed send.
I folded my hand together and dropped my head. Confused, I stood up and took
loud deep breaths.
It didn't take too long to get my expected reply.
Jacob: it's okay. Ur not alone. I know a lot of bi guys and guys who go through
phases. I just needed to know what was on ur mind and im glad u told me.
I decided not to reply, I had to address Kelly.
Or should I?
Should I even bother?
She cheated on me.
She cheated, on me.
I did nothing wrong. I loved her. I opened up to her, I trusted her and I let
her in. And she decided to throw it all away on some pointless man who she'd
never see again.
That wasn't even how it felt. That was what happened.
It felt like thorns.
Piercing through every possible memory of happiness.
It felt like poison. Being swirled into a calming tea.
Like a scratch on porcelain skin.
It was a blur in a priceless view.
It's the feeling you get before you go on a stage in front of thousands of
people.
Plus the feeling you get when your car spins out I control.
Either way, it shows how much she cares.
The thing is, I stilled cared about her.
I was so broken but yet so bound.
But should I really give her the upper hand by replying?
I couldn't help myself;
Daniel: I didn't see u today. When did u see me?
Shit.
Oh my god what have I done.
I sound like a creeper!
I made her sound even worse!
Leave it to me to fuck everything up.
Daniel O'Conner. Turning lemonade into lemons since '95.
Notes
Woo! This was a pain to write because I accidently confused myself by writing chapters out of order. Then I had no idea what day it was in my own story.
So...ha, yeah. ^-^'
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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy. xox
***************P.S: Chapter 4 will be completely written in Harry's perspective. You're welcome/I'm sorry, it had to be done in order for the story to chronologically make more sense.************************************
P.S.S: I also added more characters, so feel free to check them out if you'd like an idea of who we're dealing with. :)
9/14/13