Things I Can't

Chapter 14

Third person

Gemma Styles walked along the sidewalk, swinging her Prada bag and sipping her orange smoothie. She was alone, having just gotten out of school for the day. It was a Friday. The Friday before spring holiday to be specific, and  everyone was in good spirits. Well, almost everybody.

Gemma herself was grumpy and sleep deprived. She opted to wear large sunglasses to cover the dark circles under her eyes. Not even makeup cover make them disappear. She was a mess. A hot mess, but still a mess.

"Stupid Tomlinson's." She spat, crossing her arms over her chest. It was their fault the whole Styles family was in a bad mood. 

Spring break ment the cousins were in town. Last night, they'd been setting firecrackers off in the middle of the street until Jay finally stopped them at 2am. Even Harry, who  never complained about the family next door was threatening to kill someone. 

Harry had been in a bad mood for the past week, and nobody knew why. He was snappy, always checking his phone. At first Gemma thought maybe he was pissed at her. The two had gotten into a giant, overblown argument, but he repented quickly for his actions, and now Gemma was the only one he'd talk to.
Of course, this made Gemma feel special, but she was still pissed off.

"Maybe I'll buy an airhorn and blow it all night right outside their window." She muttered as she passed a novelty Children's store. A few strangers gave her a weird look, but she ignored them, continuing down the walkway.  She didn't have a specific destination in mind, it just felt good to get away for a bit.

An hour passed before Gemma got tired. She sighed and spun around on her heel, taking a shortcut through a narrow alleyway to get to her silver mustang. She'd gotten the car for her birthday last year, and leaving it unattended for more than fourty minutes made her edgy.

She approached the car, and widened her eyes at the sight. Jep Tomlinson stood leaning against the hood  in all his blond hair, leather jacket, glory.

"Gemma Styles." He smirked, raising a  flirtatious eyebrow.  "It's been a while. What brings you here?" Gemma rolled her eyes, and pointed towards the car.

"You know damn well this is my car. Would you move?" She said through gritted teeth.

Last year,  Gemma and Jep  met by chance at a party, and of course, Gemma fell for him. It was impossible for someone not to.  Jep was stunning. Dangerously stunning with messy blonde hair and sparkling sapphire eyes. Gemma let the boy take advantage of her, not knowing he was a Tomlinson. The whole week, Jep took her around on his motorbike, luring her into a false sense of security. Then, on Saturday night, after a week full of romantic picnics and trips to sandy beaches, Jep layed her down in bed and began to undress her. It was traumatizing for Gemma, luckily she got away before anything could happen, but the memory of Jep on top of her still haunted her nightmares.

It wasn't until the boy left that Gemma found out he was a Tomlinson. Harry had described him to her, and of course the description fit.  Seeing him now brought back many unwanted memories.

He'd changed over the course of a year. He was somehow more attractive, if that was even possible. His shoulders had broadened, and he was taller, but everything else had stayed the same. Including his cocky attitude.

"Aw come on Gemma, is this all I get as a greeting? We were buddy's last summer! Remember?"

"Hi. Is that a better greeting? Now move before I rip off your dick and run over it with my car." Jep's eyes widened comically as he backed away, his hands over his balls.

"What's with the threat? You already hurt my balls enough when you kicked them last year."

"I was trying to get away from you, you bitch. Please just let me go." Gemma was pleading by now. She was feeling intimadated by the dangerous boy, and she needed to get home.