It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 6

I continued talking about all the things he did. My rant about him would've gone on longer if a certain someone stopped bumping my leg. Of course I told him to stop, but it's not like he was going to listen to me.

I watched him take a few fries but I didn't stop him this time. Only because I didn't quite care at the moment. Doesn't mean it didn't get on my nerves just the same.

Despite it, I continued.

"And the worst part is—if you're gonna break up with someone because they won't have sex with you, you should at least be good at it. And he's fucking terrible." I complained, again, without much filter.

I realized the moment after I said those words that it was a little aggressive and maybe spilled too much information, but oh well, I already said them.

Hannah choked on her water and Finn's eyes widened before he burst into laughter. A few coughs later Hannah gained her composure.

"You did not just say that about him." she laughed.

I gave her a shrug and raised my brows with no remorse.

"So let me get this straight." Finn pipes up, "He broke up with you because you wouldn't have sex, but he's bad at sex?" he guessed.

"The worst." I rolled my eyes.

"Em, stop," Hannah broke out into another laugh, barely breathing, "You're gonna break the poor kid's ego."

"Does it look like I care?" I turn my head to the side, catching Jackson's eye. "Boy's egos should be crushed more often." I sneered.

He turned his head to mine, clearly hearing what I had said. I rolled my eyes and swung my head back to the others.

His leg bumped mine for the millionth time and I had enough. I let out a groan and both their eyes shifted to Jackson.

I reached up and took his hat, which he shouldn't be wearing, but listening to the teachers wasn't exactly a priority to him, and hit him with it.

"Ow." He brought his hands up to his head for defense.

"Stop kicking me." I muttered, shoving his shoulder.

With his hat still in my hand he reached for it, but I maneuvered it out of his way. I hit him with it again for my own enjoyment before he grabbed my wrist, quite tightly may I add, but for some reason he didn't take the hat.

My eyes traveled from his grip on my wrist to his eyes, which were directed somewhere completely different.

I followed the direction his eyes were and that's when they landed on two kids walking down the center of the cafeteria.

Those two kids being Summer and Eric.

Ugh, what the fuck now?

The cafeteria, usually loud and bustling, simmered down until it was pretty much quiet. Onlookers such as myself stared at the two as they walked down, their hands laced with one another.

Some kids took out their phones immediately as others watched in pure amazement. I, however, looked on with a scowl.

These two really put me in a mood. More so now because they were together.

Jackson's grip on my wrist loosened as my arm slumped back onto the table. I must've been glaring at them so hard that it took a few moments to see everyone staring at me.

I understood why. No one knew we broke up, until now I guess. Phones were faced in my direction, cameras undoubtedly recording.

As they walked past me the sudden urge to embarrass him took over. Without thinking I took my bag and stood up, all eyes were on me.