Misery of You: Justin Bieber (Book #1 of Perky Pursuits Series)

October 20th: Yes, No, Oh...well?

October 20th. Thursday.

RIING!

That was the sound of the bell when it came to lunch period. I sighed out. One by one, I tucked my notebooks into my locker, making sure that my shoulder bag went inside last before I took out the plastic ShopRite bag from my locker. I had made myself lunch earlier this morning before coming to school.

I guess I would've expected my day to get better since I came out of French and Literacy at ease with no problem. All I had to do was go into my classes, sit down, and focus. Nick and Jenny did the same thing, which was good--- so it had to be an all right day for me.

I came to terms with myself that after the date I had with Brenton two nights ago, that I'd never try to run myself slow on a guy. I mean, nothing happened between us, but I could tell that he was worried about laying a hand on me. He took me to the dock, and we just walked the shore near the boardwalk. It wasn't as crowded as I'd thought it would've been--- which is what made it better for us. We did go to the diner, Dazie's Place, but the boardwalk made things better for us.

We talked. We listened to the sea. We kissed. We kissed a couple of times.

We even kissed in his car after we left the boardwalk, but it didn't lead to anything more than kissing. Not that I would've mind if it did. I mean, I really liked Brenton--- but I wasn't sure that by jumping to having full-blown sex would've been the most polite way to start a relationship.
(After all, he did ask me out.)

I closed my locker shut, hearing the various sounds of different conversations and voices from the other people around my surroundings. I would've been annoyed since all people did was talk about things--- more like gossip ---but I just ignored them.

As I directed myself to the two doubled-doors to go down the stairs, I felt a light push against my shoulder. I felt my heels scuff against the floor, and I managed to catch myself by leaning against the doors. I groaned.

I felt my throat dry when I turned to see the smiling lips plastered and well-formed on Justin's face. He chuckled and I felt myself wanting to slam the door right on his face. It wasn't that I wanted to or was dreaming of doing it--- at last ---but I couldn't stand his mocking tone of laughter. He had a funny way trying to be "funny". He wasn't funny at all, which was the sad part in his humor.

I would've just told him to "screw off", but I didn't since he was just going to laugh. All he did was laugh at my threats and demands. As if they meant nothing. Nothing.

"I called you last night" were his first words that escaped his mouth. He had his eyebrow lifted when he spoke to me, and he slipped his hands into his jean pockets. "You got my calls, right?"

I snorted. He did call me last night. A few times. I listened to his messages, pretending that I really wasn't there when I actually was, and sighed each time I heard his voice. 

"Hey Holiday. I wanted to call you, say 'hey'. Call me back, girl."

"Hey Holiday, just saying 'hey' again."

"Okay, I know you got a phone, so you need to call me. Or I'll get you at school for good."

His threats were useless to me. I wasn't trying to be rude at all when he left me the calls, and I didn't care that he made the comment that he would "get me at school" since he wasn't going to do anything severe. The only time Justin ever made a true and deep threat was if one was ever delivered to him.

In this case, I wasn't that person to deliver a deep threat to anybody. I wanted to tell him to "go away", but I just let him follow me down the steps to the cafeteria. And at a point, he grabbed my wrist from behind.