We Could Have So Much More

Chapter four

" Is dreamt the only word that ends with the letters 'M', 'T', huh?" Helen is asking stupid questions while I adjust my brown collar.
Brown is actually a pretty colour and no beverage can stain this baby.
" oops"
" OH MY GOD HELEN??"
Helen drops her smudged BRIGHT WINE COLOUR lipstick on my blue jeans.

Claire picks the lipstick and smudges her white skirt as well.
I smack my lip.
I walk myself to an area I can wash the stain.

I meet Trevor on the way. I cringe at myself so hard.
He takes out a snicker bar from his pocket and hands it to me.
" Heard these are your favourite."

I have no idea how he knows, but I do start talking louder when I see him.
I smile at him and walk away.
I do not take the chocolate.
I turn back to find Kevin staring.

I smile at Kevin and try to hold his hand, but he flinches away as usual.

As I wash the stain, I stare at Joanna.
Laughing, giggling, bitching.
But she's effortlessly pretty, it hurts.

" She's a bitch." A voice behind me states. It's Trevor.
" A cunt, a bratty cunt." I correct him, talking with the ends of my teeth.

" Why does she dislike you so much?"
He asks me.
" It's a long story." I mumble.
He comes closer and stands close to me.

Last year, She was in love with this boy from our language class, Blake.
Blake has been my friend for two years straight. He was an asshole.
Well don't ask me what makes him one.
He's shitty and an asshole but there was a caring side of him, I had earned.

He got close to Joanna. Joanna being the self cantered idiot.
Would threaten any girl who got close to him.
Blake had to keep his affairs private because of her.
She couldn't threaten me cause I knew him way longer and better.
So she did everything she could to ruin my life.
Spread rumours about me,
Leaked fake nudes,
Mixed shit in my food and what not.

I would blame Blake for this, I'd yell at him for not taking my side. He apparently left me. My best friend of two years.

" Damn." Trevor's eye brows raise.

Trevor and me have a good laugh.
Cracking jokes, sharing our experiences.

Chapter three

I think about his jokes in bed and then fake scenarios of him cuddling with me.
And shit... I have a fucking a boyfriend.
I sigh, I got to stop talking to him.

I twirl the strands of my hair while I secretly wait for him.
He shows up.
" Yo Ember-"

" Trevor."
" Yes?"
" Don't ever talk to me again."
He looks so perplexed and in guilt for no reason.
I point a finger at him.
" Wh- what you did wasn't cool."

" What did I do?"
" Just don't talk to me. You're a shitty person."

I say while I walk away hoping his ego won't allow him to face me again.

" I like your outfit today." Helen compliments me.
I smile at her and she continues.
" About time we see you in a short dress or a skirt."
Claire nods like a hungry dog at her indirect request.
" No no, not happening." I gesture my hands.

Helen calls, " HEY KEVIN COME HERE."
Kevin is talking to-
He's talking to Trevor.
He approaches us with her order.
" Ember has to wear a Skirt, right?"
He likes her idea. I shake my head indicating no way.
" Come on you wear the shortest and tightest tops."
Claire senses how uncomfortable I am,
Tries to change the topic.
" What was Trevor talking to you about?"
She questions.
" Something about Ember that I'm not suitable for her or something?"
My blood boils, I instantly stand up.
And rage walk to him, he's talking to some other dude.

" Oh hey Em, I met your boyfriend and told him he isn't good-"

" Yeah I know Trevor, that was so right of you." I ' sweetly' convey.
Blake stares at me wide eyed.

I place my hand on his shoulder.
Trevor smirks and wraps his hands on my waist.

BAAM.
My knee meets his manly sack.
" OUCH" he cries.
" STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN, YOU BASTARD!" I shout at that wicked boy.