Amongst the worst

A boy named Jake

"Have you seen Tyler?" I ask him

"Nope" he furrows his eyebrows in question

"I was just asking because I really need to talk to him" I add seeing his confused face

"You seem to be seeing him a lot more often lately" he says

"What? Do I need your permission to speak to someone?" I snark

"No, but maybe you should be spending more time with your boyfriend then someone you supposedly hate" he replies

"And maybe my boyfriend should stop sneaking off and disappearing" I shoot back

"What I do in my spare time is none of your concern" he scoffs

"None of my concern? I'm your girlfriend I should at least know where you'll be half the time seeing as you always know exactly where I am!" I snap

"Like father like daughter" he says under his breath, probably to himself not expecting me to hear it

"What?" I ask

"Oh nothing" he smiles and heads towards the bathroom door

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to shower, if you really want to know" he sighs

This is definitely not working.

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Honestly I don't know why I'm still here, I guess I just can't be bothered to leave.

I probably should though.

I force myself out of one of the comfortable beds in Sam and Tyler's room and put my hand on the handle ready to open it, but it swings open for me.

I quickly move back to avoid getting hit.

"Hey watch where you ope-!" I cut myself off at seeing Tyler standing by the door.

He raises an eyebrow at seeing me "What?" I ask and he just shrugs

I know I came here to speak to him but I really didn't feel like it now, he doesn't even want to talk to me so what's the point.

I push past him in attempt to walk off by he grabs my arm and spins me back round so that I'm facing him. I meet his pale green eyes, I felt my face heating up as his large frame towers over me.

Please don't tell me I'm blushing.

"We need to talk" he tells me

"Yeah no shit" I roll my eyes

"You're blushing sweetheart" a smirk appears on his face

"Don't call me that"

"You came here for me didn't you?" He asks knowing exactly what my answer is going to be

"No" I say very unbelievably "You wanted to talk to talk"

"What your father told us, you remember now don't you?" he asks

"Yeah I do" I say "I've been getting weird dreams about it and when I saw you I swear I had seen you somewhere before I just didn't want to sound crazy"

"Now looking back I should have remembered that fiery attitude" he stares at me for a moment "And I can't believe I didn't remember those eyes"

My face heats up even more and I look away to hide my face that probably looked like a tomato.

"You were my first friend you know?" I say

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Flashback

"You never told me your name?" I say to the boy

"Call me Jake" he says

I wanted to reply but I just kept staring at his beautiful green eyes. I could look at them all day.

"You have lovely eyes" I say awkwardly

"So have you" he chuckles "Race you to the swings" he suggests, but he was already running.

"Hey! That's cheating you moron!" I run after him in attempt to catch him.

Of course that didn't work.

By the time I'm there he's already on the swings.

I pout "That's not fair, you have much longer legs than me"

"It's not my fault you're legs are the size of a toddler's" he laughs

"That's not funny" I say but he keeps laughing.

"Fine to make it up to you I'll push you on the swing"

I pretend to think, but I know exactly what my answer is "Fine"

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Another flashback

"Hey Jake!" I call out to him when I see him

When he looks up at me, I notice the sad look etched on his face. As I get close I even notice his red puffy eyes and he looked very tired as if he hadn't slept normally for days.

"Hey are you okay?" I ask him

"I hate him I hate him I hate him" he yells in a rage

I knew exactly who he was talking about.

He sits on the swing looking down at the floor, playing with his fingers.

That's when I notice his fingers had bright red marks all over them.

I step closer to him, and he finally looks up at me again.

"What are you doing?" He asks, looking a bit alarmed

"Have you ever been hugged Jake?" I ask sincerely

"Not in a long time"

"Well, do you want to be hugged?" I ask

He shrugs "I don't really like hugs, I only ever hug my sister and my mother" he pauses for a second "But they're not around anymore so" he looks back down at the floor

I sit down on the swing next to him "What were they like?" I wonder

"They were great, I loved my sister a lot. Her name was Ella, she loved to play hide and seek"

"And my mother made the best chocolate chip cookies" he adds

"I haven't seen my sister in a long time and my mother, she's dead" I see a tear slip down his cheek "My father killed her, he tries to cover it up but I know he did"

"Jake I'm so sorry" I say

"I don't need pity" he quickly says "One day, I'll teach him a lesson"

"I'll help" I say to him and I swear I even see him smile

"Thank you Rosie"

We both stand up from our swings, I walk over to hi and this time he doesn't question it.

I ask for permission and he nods. I pull him into a tight hug and he hugs me back tighter.

I hear a few sniffles here and there but after that he went back to his usual self.

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Present time:

"You just disappeared one day, where did you go?" I ask

"My father felt the need to move" he snarls
"It doesn't matter, it's all in the past now anyway"

He spins round and starts walking away

"Where are you going?"

He doesn't respond to me, and I don't bother catching him up. I was stupid thinking maybe we could have been friends.

Clearly that's never going to happen, seeing how we were as kids and where we've ended up. It makes me hate him even more.