Resentment

Chapter Two

The next day, nothing felt different. At least, not besides the anxiety. But nothing different happened. They went to their classes as normal, Dirk didn't hear anyone talking.

He saw Dave's friends sitting with him as normal, talking and laughing as normal. They ignored Dirk, as normal. He didn't know whether to take this as a sign of comfort or as a sign of distress.

But that morning before they left, Dave had noticed his anxiety. They were eating breakfast and Dirk wasn't talking like he normally was, he wasn't even muttering to himself under his breath like he sometimes would do.

"Bro, you ok?" Dave asked him. Dirk jumped slightly and looked up from his bowl of cereal.

"Yeah, I'm great," he lied. But he was never good at lying.

"What's up?" Dave inquired, taking another spoonful of cereal to his mouth, but still looking at his brother.

Dirk shrugged and continued to eat, and Dave let it go. Knowing that he would find out sooner or later, and Dirk wouldn't let up easily.

Walking to school, they had held hands, just like any other day, but when they got to that corner, Dirk stayed back while Dave went forward, so people wouldn't know they walked together.

During school, Dirk felt constantly anxious. Like something was going to happen, someone would say something and the whole world would fall apart. But no one ever said anything like that, and he didn't know how to feel about that.

After school, he waited, just like normal. He sat on the same rock he always sat on, watching Dave to see when he started walking over.

Before Dave stood, though, someone approached him Dirk. A blonde, with black lips. She had on a smile, and a sundress.

"What do you want Roxy?" Dirk asked, hoping his voice sounded even. He knew this was when the bomb would come down.

"I want to talk to you," she told him, grabbing his arm. She pulled him off the rock, and he hesitantly stood. He followed her down the street, and around the corner. To the empty lot where he and Dave met everyday.

Roxy pressed Dirk up against the wall, just like Dave would always do. But she was smaller, her hands not giving as much of a forceful shove. But with her, it was more intimidating for some reason.

"What I want is you," she told him. She ran her hand down the side of his face, to his jaw and down to his neck. He couldn't help but cringe at the touch, her nails grazing over his skin. He wasn't used to that touch, Dave never had long nails like that. It also reminded him he had forgotten to cut his nails the other night, him and Dave had been a bit busy.

"I know you want me," Dirk responded. "But I also know I have kindly told you many a times to fuck off. Don't remember that?"

His voice wavered, he wasn't confident in his words. Roxy smirked.

"I do. But don't you remember yesterday?" Her voice was cold, and smooth. She knew what she was doing. Dirk shrugged, not wanting to get onto that topic. Roxy's smirk disappeared as she pinned him harder against the wall.

"You do, I caught you and your bro macking down here. Kinda like this," she told him, as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. After a moment of him not kissing back, she pulled back. "Remember that?"

Dirk nodded a bit, avoiding looking at her face. He knew he was screwed, he knew it was his fault and he would have to fix it. Depending on what she would say next.

"He took off your glasses, right?" She pulled off his shades with one hand, holding them as though they were hers now. It took every muscle in his body to not yank them out of her hands again, and then yank her hair as well. She really needed to piss off, but she was in control of him and Dave at the moment.