It's a love-hate thing

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I walked into the garden holding Jared’s hand... well kind of, he had my wrist. We sat on a cold, stone, bumpy bench, looking at the stars. Jared’s friend, Chris walked into the garden

   ‘Hi Amelie,' he grinned with a raised eyebrow, then he blinked when he saw Jared's expression. One I didn't understand, the quieter he said 'hi Jared. You bring it?’ he asked him

   ‘Bring what?’ I asked, perkily, trying to keep the nosiness out of my tone. Jared ignored me and nodded at Chris, he stood gracefully and juped on top of the wall, he smirked at me and jumped down over the otherside, he set aplastic bag on the wall with a clink and hopped back up with a grunt and jumped down, bringing the bag with him ‘Jared… What is that?!’ he ignored me again and took some bottles out with a clear liquid inside. ‘um...is that Vodka?!’ I demanded, Chris nodded and opened the bottle and gulped some down. I cringed, as the strong, hot, stingie scent hit my nose. 'Raw?!'

   ‘Sure is! Want some?’ asked Chris, I stood up and threw my hands out infront of me

   ‘This is a school dance! Put that away!’ I said incredulously.

   ‘So, no ones gonna tell. Right?!’ Jared loomed over me. I dropped my eyes to my blue heels, they sparkled in the pretty lights that were littered around the garden, my pathetic face was reflected a million times on the sparkles.

   ‘Uh…yeah-’ I agreed ‘actually, no! This is a school dance and I’m going to have to report this!’ I warned. I regretted it the second I said it. I was so stupid. Jared took a threatening step towards me.

   ‘You shouldn’t do that!’ he warned, I stood on my tip-toes, only a bit of an improvement. He was still way taller than me.

   ‘YOU shouldn’t do THAT!’ I said pointing to the half empty bottle. What did I have to loose?

   ‘Don’t yell at me, you B-!’ he grunted, shoving me. Not finishing the word, I stumbled backwards

   ‘you can’t push a lady!’ I shouted, not that I was much of one. I screeched, slapping his cheek, like in a movie. Which was a mistake. He went to punch me but I ducked with a childish squeal just in time. I stood straight, I ran my hand through my fringe quickly, trying to think of what I should do, I joined my hands together as if to Dig a volleyball and hit him…. In a place... a guy shouldn’t be hit, (my mother wouldn’t be proud. Alex would have laughed. Brandon would probably have been the one to hit him next...) He doubled over. I thought I’d won but he stood straight and hit me really hard in the stomach when I was off guard. I stumbled backwards and hit the wall, the wind was knocked out of me. I started wheezing and gagging and my eyes started to water the pain in my back and head was so painful and started spreading to other places I’d hit. The rest was a blur but what I can slightly remember is this: Chris crouched beside me, looking worried, he moved a curl from my face

   ‘Jared! She’s almost unconscious! You know I like her! If you hadn’t come with her like I’d asked she’d be okay!’ He growled, I never knew he liked me! I coughed, but couldn't speak.

   ‘I said no! but she asked.. or hinted again! I had to say yes then!’ I kept trying to breath and remain conscious so I didn’t slip into a coma after hitting my head. But I needed to follow this conversation. ‘Come on. Let’s go before we get in trouble!’ He barked, hiding the bag in the bushes and leaving me alone. I started crying and gasping, which was painful because I couldn’t breath.

After a what felt like an hour, but was only a few seconds, Brandon walked into the garden, he paused and smiled at the lights, a twinkle in his eye. Then he looked around. His eyes scanned the room, they rested on me and they widened when he found me sprawled on the ground, my blue dress was most likely ripped and my hair was messed, but I didn’t care. I was in too much pain.