My Pink Shirt (bxb)

Chapter 14

James's POV

My mom had decided to take me to school that day.

"Have a good day," She smiled.

I nodded, "Thank you."

I got out, and walked to my group of "friends". They weren't what I would call my friends, really. I didn't like them...

"Hey, James!" Ethan called.

"Sup," I said.

I saw Ash with Isaiah, and smiled softly.

My mom pulled out of the parking spot, and looked at me.

"Fag!" I called to Ash.

She smiled, and then finally drove off.

I breathed out in relief, looking back at Ash. My eyes widened a bit when I saw him coming over here. I had a bad feeling about this. 

"You know what, James?" He questioned when he reached me.

"Uh... No?" I replied.

"You only broke up with me because you're ashamed of me," he whispered.

I sighed, "That's--"

He interrupted me. "I'm actually glad you broke up with me because apparently you don't even like me. And you know, I don't like to be led on."

"Ash--" I tried again.

"No, I'm not going to listen to you because I don't care anymore. You're just a player."

I was quiet. What should I say? Well, I probably wouldn't even be able to say anything if he kept interrupting me.

"And Isaiah was right. I should have never fallen for someone as shallow as you," Ash spit out, and then walked away from me.

Wait, he fell for me? I wanted to call him back, but I couldn't. If I did, people would think the rumors were actually true, and I could not risk my mom finding out. But seriously, this has gone too far.

"What was that all about?" Ethan asked.

Thank god, he wasn't listening.

I shrugged, "No idea. I wasn't even listening."

"So, we beating up the fag today?" He smirked.

I wanted to punch the smirk off his face, but I couldn't. I had to stay cool...

"Nah. Let's not waste our time on him," I muttered, walking to the school.

Suddenly, I was stopped by none other than my ex-girlfriend, Rihanna.

"Hey," she said, blowing a bubble with her bubble gum.

"Rihanna, what do you want?" I rolled my eyes.

"You're not actually dating a guy, are you?" She questioned.

"No, I'm not," I grunted. "Now leave me alone."

"Oh, that's not all I wanted to talk to you about," she grinned.

"Leave me alone," I said.

"You don't even know what I want to say," she argued.

I have a feeling, though...

"Go ahead, then," I mumbled.

"I want to get back together."

"Sorry, but that's not happening," I laughed.

"And why not?" She pouted.

"Why? Rihanna, you cheated on me!"