One long word : SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRY!!!!!
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Two days later, news got around that we broke up.
And in that two days the story was revised more times than the Oxford Dictionary.
The many variations of the story made me laugh.
Jesse broke up with me because I wouldn't sleep with him. Another version said that he broke up with me because I wasn't good in bed. Another version said that he broke up with me because he missed his ex girlfriend. Anyways, all the versions had one similar element. Jess was the one who broke up with me. Not one version detailed me breaking up with him.
The commotion in the locker room as I walked in on was unsurprising.
Every single single girl was fluffing up her appearance, tugging down her v-line blouse to expose more cleavage and clowning up their face with more red lipstick.
It seemed like the Jesse hunt had started.
All of them looked at me, smirked before turning to spritz some more perfume.
I do not envy Jesse a bit. Actually I think he's prefer the attention given the hate I'd given him for kissing me.
That day, I couldn't think properly when I got home.
Why did he have to go and ruin everything? The plan was going along perfectly.
Daemon was slowly coming around.
Slowly, but still he was coming around.
And why in all that is perfect timing, did he have to steal my first kiss?
I have to admit, one major reason I snapped was because it was my first kiss.
Heck, I'd been planning my first kiss since I was old enough to get over the whole 'Boys are eew' stage.
It would be with someone I liked. With a movie scene background and the whole butterfly in your tummy feeling.
That someone later adjusted to the identity that was Daemon Matthews.
But then it ended up being the person next door that liked me as much as I him. That is zilch. At most tolerable.
I changed into my gym clothes and headed out, leaving behind the desperate fans of that Archer.
"Saaaan!"
I jumped as Jenny came running to me before throwing herself on me.
"Jenny, I need to breathe," I said as I tried to loosen her grip on me.
"I'm sorry about that asshole brother of mine. I'm so sorry," she said as she released me. "Did he really break up with you because of Lauren?"
I stared at her blankly. "What do you think?"
She thought over it for a second before she smiled. "Pssh! Nah! He can't stand the sight of her now. So why'd you guys break up then?"
I just shrugged. I still felt bad about leaving her out of the loop.
"Did the idiot show you his Marvels action figures collection?" Her eyes widened. "I told him not to. That idiot! Or did you finally realize my brother's a loser and decide to ditch him?"
I laughed at their twin rivalry before shaking my head. "Just, difference in opinion I guess."
"Don't worry about that, San. He'll come crawling back to you in no time," she said before she ran ahead into the gym.
I entered a few seconds behind her.
Josh and Daemon were shooting hoops, Dave was turning on the charm with a couple of juniors and an unmistakeable crowd of girls were already surrounding Jesse.
Right! He'll come crawling back to me.
I smiled at the the unlikelihood of that happening.
* * *
Finally, Coach did something right in his entire career of teaching me during gym class.
He placed Jesse as far away from as possible.
He was the captain of the opposing team while Daemon was the captain for ours.
And the game was . . . dodgeball, the game of war and sweat on the gym floor.
Jesse's team was on the offense while ours was on defense.
As soon as that was announced, I saw Jesse look pointedly at me, with a dark smile.
And there goes my chance of being the queen of dodgeball!
As soon as the game started it became apparent that their strategy was me. Getting me out as soon as possible. I was meat surrounded by ravenous lions.
Daemon darted over and caught two balls in one, instantly eliminating two members of his team out of the ten.
I smiled at him gratefully.
Now the attention of the eight remaining members were on Daemon.
Jesse stood in the back and watched before he took his time eliminating the rest of our team.
Jenny, Daemon and I remained after five minutes, with Jesse's team having only him and one other person, Dave.
Then Jenny was eliminated by Jesse who just shrugged off her complaints.
Daemon caught Dave's ball two seconds before Jesse hit him in the chest with his.
Which left me and Jesse. Alone!
He smirked evilly.
"Well, well, well. If it ain't the ex," the sarcasm dripped as he said ex.
"Shut up and throw the ball, jerktard!" I snapped, already tired of this whole revenge of his.
"Now wouldn't that stop all the fun." He smirked.
"Just throw the ball already asshole!" I heard Daemon yell without chancing a look at him.
Jesse frowned. "And there he goes again, interfering where he's not wanted."
"You're being childish, Archer. Now hurry up so I don't have to stare at you a second longer," I said as I glared at him.
"I'm not being childish! You're the one being childish!" He snapped. "Running off to Damieboo because of a little kiss!"
I glared at him. "Moron!" I said, not thinking of anything better to say. "I hate you!"
He stared blankly at me. "Me too!"
A second late the ball hits me hard on my right shoulder.
Not wanting to show any weakness, I disguise the cringe as a sneer at him, before walking past him and out of the gym just as the bell rang for next period.
* * *
As soon as I got home I stumbled onto my bed with an icepack for my shoulder and some pain relief pills.
Who knew the asshole actually had the balls to throw a fire ball at a girl?
He was really pissed. And all because of a stupid kiss?
Was he that offended that there was a girl out there that didn't want to be kissed by him?
The drugs pulled me under seconds later.
The sound of the doorbell being mercilessly rung woke me up. The stars greeted me from outside my window as darkness enveloped my room.
I got up and tried to move my shoulder, eliciting a groan.
The bell rang again, again with an impatient rhythm.
A piece if paper fell onto the floor as I got up.
I picked it up.
Mom's messy scrawl greeted me.
Gone out to dinner with the Archers.
The twins will be over at eight for movie night.
Love,
Mom.
The twins?
Shit!
As if to reming me the events o the day, a pain shot through my shoulder.