Pain ~•~ Peyton Meyer

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

Clara's POV

    It finally dawned on me. I got abused by, what used to be, my closest friwnd. WHO I told my past to. I've never told anyone about it. I feel terrible. My mom died. Yet I cannot ever hate Peyton. Gosh why do I miss him so much.

     Tears threatning to spill as I find my seat. I find myself seated next to a boy, again, who has chesnut like hair, hazel eyes, strong jaw, friendly yet intimidating appearence, and a beautiful smile that could only belong to one person.

     Peyton. ARE YOU FRICKIN KIDDING ME! Ok that adds to my deppresion. GREAT, the person who caused this. I mentally sigh. I quietly plop into the chair. 

    " Hi I'm Peyton and- CLARA?!!?" I fight a smile ( pretty damn well might I add) while I still have tears in my eyes. I nod nonchantly. He breaks into the biggest smile ever. Showing all of hhis perfect teeth. " I missed you so much." He mumbles into my hair. He pulls back and looks at me better and notices I am about to cry. " What's wrong Clair?" Just hearing that nickname made me warm on the inside. Not like fire warm, but almost like a tingly sensation erupting, like having butterflies. 

    " My mom died in a car accident." My phone buzzes. Telling me I have a news alert. It shows a video. I watch it. I see a car with a person in it. The person pulls out their phone. She doesn't notice a giant 8 wheeler coming toward her full speed through the intersection. The truck driver honks his horn violently. The woman looks up and I see her face right before the truck driver goes clear over the car, my mom's car, with my mom in it. I start sobbing dramitically. 

   Peyton pulls me close to him as I sob into his green day tee. He wispers words, yet I can't understand them, his voice just soothes me. I find myself falling asleep to the rythem of his heart.