JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Sixty-Seven :Not Your Second Option

Chapter Sixty-Seven : Not Your Second Option

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       "Christmas is in five days honey," the girl purred, clinging onto his arms tenderly. "---where shall we go?"

        "Anywhere you want," he said in a glazed, lovesick tone.

     I scrunched my nose, overhearing the conversation of people I pass by while I head to school. That's right. Christmas was in five days and while I like the idea of a cold, toasty celebration----hearing couples and people everywhere gush about what to do during Christmas was enough for me to bawl my eyes out.

    It's just one day anyway. People act like they won the lottery or they need to spend it with someone to feel accepted. It's all hype anyway. Once that time ticks to 12, the fun is over and it'll feel just like another empty day.

    I'm not being a downer, but rather I was just stating the harsh truth that people won't like to admit to themselves--which is true.

     So far, there isn't snow yet and I'm very bummed. Whenever snow came, I'd immediately ball up snowballs and chuck it at Marco when he wasn't watching. It was a tradition of ours and whoever is a second late gets whipped in the face like a loser. Maybe there won't be snow; maybe I won't be chucking snowballs at Marco's face.

     Maybe...things won't be back to normal.

      I tightly wrap my scarf around my neck whilst I passively walked around the block that I've passed through my entire existence. It has been two weeks since he said it. He needed space and I understood that. But hasn't this been going too long?

     You're so insensitive. Is what I want to say at him when he feels like it's good to talk to me again like he didn't just chuck me under the bus. He could atleast flash me a small smile or a small gesture to make it seem that we're still on good terms. Then again, I'd be a hypocrite anyway. Since when have I been considerate around his feelings? I've been to prideful and egotistical all this time that maybe this was my punishment.
  
     Yeah right. I snickered bitterly as I shoved my hands under my pockets and bustled through the street with the cold, mild air breezing me.

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       "I don't think we can eat here Janna," Star frowned as she stood by my side staring at the school garden--which was our hang-out.

       All of a sudden, it had a sign posted up which was printed in cheap paper. "No trespassing. Under maintenance."

     I bit my lip, supressing the urge to kick off the stand and tear the paper into shreds as my answer to their stupid advisory. Since when did they ever care about this place? As far as I've known, no one even goes to this place and no one cared. The grass were starting to become overgrown--a sign of neglect and now they put this crap up? Is it me or is everyone pissing me off?

      "Janna," Star placed a hand on top of my shoulder, then squeezed it gently. "---I think we should eat inside. The temperature is also not safe for long periods of time out here and we might catch a cold."

      "Then you go," I snapped back, clenching my fists. "--I'd rather eat at the bathroom then eat at that damn cafeteria with everyone else."