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Chapter 11: Dull

Josie's Pov

God damn Penelope Park.

Just when I am attempting to move on from her, she really just has to bring me back in. She knows that even though I am mad at her, I will always be attracted to her, and she is using that against me.

She isn't very subtle, so pretending to not understand the weight of her actions when she is seductively changing right in front of me is bullshit.

Her skin looked so smooth, begging me to run my fingers down it, scratch it so that it leaves marks, press my lips against it and leave bruises. She really wants to kill me, doesn't she?

I know I didn't do a great job looking unbothered. It was almost like the tables have turned. Instead of me being the unshakable one, Penelope stood with her classic cocky smirk that honestly, I haven't seen in a while.

Ever since the end of whatever Penelope and I had, she doesn't seem like herself. Her stone-cold demeanour was replaced with someone who was more like, well me.

Someone who had a hard time hiding their emotions. I could tell she is hurt by me ignoring her but she deserves it. And its what best for either of us.

Her kissing Hope and throwing Lizzie in a wall just shows how we could have never been. How we are incompatible.

It is obvious that Penelope just wanted a plaything, and I don't think I could just be that. Now, she is pouting because someone took her toy away.

I am surprised she would be this affected for this long. What has it been now? Three weeks? I know it is only most likely one more week until she finds someone else to play with.

So no, I was not going to sit around and wait for her to find a new fuck buddy. I wanted to show her how unbothered I am and move on.

Plus, I think three weeks is good enough time to jump from one kinda relationship to another.

So that's why I went to Landon and told him that I would go on a date with him if he still wanted me.

With a cute and excited smile, he told me that he was still interested. We figured out a day that would work and he said he would plan the rest.

I am looking forward to the date, but I would never admit to anyone that I don't feel the butterflies that I did with Penelope.

Not even close to the butterflies from when I would see her walk into a room. The little things she would do, which would have huge effects on me was a little ridiculous.

It was like everything was turned up in intensity. But the important word is was. She was all these things.

She was someone who I would send shivers down my spine with a mere glance.
But not anymore.

When she walks in a room, all that replays in my mind is her kissing Hope. Or Lizzie telling me in the morning what happened, showing me a cut on her back and later, a Lizzie size hole in the wall.

Sure, the first week, I would still feel these feelings, but that was just because my body was used to feeling that way. It's like when a chicken gets it head cut off and it still runs around. Although my brain was saying one thing, my body was just naturally reacting.

Eventually, my body and brain were on the same page, and I would no longer feel those giddy feelings. It was more like an annoyance.

Especially because I had Lizzie in my ear constantly, discussing her hate towards the one and only Penelope Park, it was just easier to hate her.

I thought I was all over it until today. When she decided to give me a strip show. That sent the old shock waves through me, and they were just as powerful as they used to be.