Please, Jax. Please call me back. Listen to my voicemails. I don’t understand why you won’t talk to me.
I would’ve supported you.
Okay, we both know that’s a lie. I would’ve said you were dumb for even considering leaving before graduation. You have eight months left, and you could’ve at least had a diploma to fall back on.
But I would’ve helped you come up with a better plan. One that ends in you being a famous musician like you’ve always dreamed of.
I miss you.
***
One month later.
Me
The football team sucks without you here to play wide receiver.
I stopped by to see your dad. He admitted you guys got in a big fight before you left. I wish you’d told me.
At least I know you’re alive. Your debit card is still active, so…yay?
***
One month and one day later.
Me
Are you serious right now?! Why would you close your bank account? That was the only way I knew you were okay.
You’re such an asshole.
Me
But I still want to talk to you. Please text me back.
***
Six months later.
Jax,
I’m sending you this letter to your new record label (WHAT?! honestly, so cool) with the hope that it’ll make its way to you, since you apparently had the phone company cancel your line. If you’re wondering how I found out about your label, well, it took some sleuthing on my part, but I’ve become very knowledgeable about the Nashville music scene the last few months and saw the announcement. I’m thinking about becoming a music agent just so I have a use for the knowledge I’ve gained.
Okay. You got me. In typical Wild Bluffs fashion, Janice’s cousin’s best friend’s aunt was in Nashville and thought she recognized you, so I did some searching of the interwebs. Goingby Jaxon Steele is a nice touch. Really twists the knife in my back that you’re not responding to a single one of my millions of texts and voicemails.
It really hurt.
I won’t reach out again unless I hear from you. I can take a hint.
But at least now I know you’re not dead on the side of the road somewhere.
-Iz
P.S. I’m so happy you’re living your dreams.
Chapter two
Jaxon
