Diary of a High School Has Been (18+)

Entry 13: Preston is JEALOUS

Is there a reason why guys are so difficult?

I pulled up to school today with a vengeance. Preston was not about to break up with me without an explanation. Only I got to do that! And the only reason I did that to Drake was because the explanation was pretty fucking clear. Preston, on the other hand, was being a jerk! I hadn't heard from him for like 3 days!!

I made sure I looked perfect for the way I was going to hand his ass to him. I wore a short black skirt with a black turtleneck on top. I straightened my hair and made sure my makeup was beyond perfect. I wore white, knee high boots and a pair of white leg warmers. I honestly looked cuter than I had in awhile.

Only problem was, Preston wasn't at my locker like he normally was. When I went to his locker, he wasn't there either. The entire day I tried to hunt him down but he was either not at school or he was strategically avoiding me. Either way, I would find him soon enough.

When lunch time rolled around, I scanned the entire cafeteria for him. Still, no Preston in sight. I was starting to fume. If he wanted to play hide and seek, best believe I was going to find him.

By the end of the day, there was still absolutely no sign of Preston. I ran back to his locker to catch him there exchanging his books but I was only met by his locker neighbor.

"You just missed him," he said as he looked at me.

So I was right! I knew he was at school today. He was just being an asshole and intentionally elusive. I groaned aloud and kicked his locker. I stormed off and made my way to the locker room to get ready for cheerleading practice.

I had to change out of my entire ensemble just to put on sweatpants and pull my hair up. As I walked down to the track, I was growing more irritated by the fact that now, Preston was going to see me in athleisure as opposed to the cute outfit I was wearing earlier.

Only Preston never showed.

By the end of practice, there was pure enraged energy shooting through my veins. Not only was I angry but I was hurt. Preston always made me feel so secure, just with his presence. If he wasn't going to come, he could have at least told me. All this would do is give Drake the wrong idea.

I went back to the locker room to shower and change. I made Leah sit and watch as I blow-dried my hair and straightened it all over again. I made her help me apply a full face of makeup and got back into my original outfit. No way was I going to lay into Preston while smelling like sweat, wearing my sweats and looking like hell.

"Do you think we're broken up?" I panicked.

"I don't know..." Leah said, sounding unsure.

My hype man was not hyping me up.

"Is it too much to show up at the garage?"

"No way," she said. "He's gonna have to face you eventually."

Once I looked perfect, AGAIN, we headed outside to her car. The whole time we drove to the Dunn's auto garage, I was getting more and more nervous. Preston clearly didn't want to see me but I needed answers.

When we got there, I buried my insecurities and stormed into the shop. I marched right past Mr Dunn knowing exactly where to find him. Upon entering, I immediately heard music and followed it to the band practicing.

"Preston!" I yelled angrily.

They all stopped playing and looked at me. Preston was the only one who never looked up from his instrument.

"What's up, Parker?" He asked like he was bored.

I hated how unbothered he was because I was bothered! I was more than bothered!

I stomped right up to Preston and grabbed his arm.

"We need to talk!" I dragged him away as hard as I could.

He gave in and came along but he pulled his arm out of my grip. Preston took his guitar and swung it behind his back as he reached for the garage door and threw it up. I followed him around to the side of the building. He never looked at me and he didn't say a word. Preston simply took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and began to smoke one.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" I asked angrily.

He looked me up and down and then shrugged.

"That's it? A shrug? You avoid me all day, you're not at my locker or yours, you're not at lunch, and you didn't even come to my cheerleading practice."

"I can't come to every practice. I have a life."

I was kind of hurt when he said this. Sure, he didn't have to come but he never missed a single one since he started coming.

"Aren't I a part of your life?"

"Sure, if you want to be."

Preston continued to look at me with absolutely no expression. It made me so mad that I shoved him.

"No, I'm asking you!"

"What am I supposed to say?"

"Anything! I don't care! Tell me why you're mad at me! Tell me why you're ignoring me! Tell me what I did! Is it because of Drake?"

Preston shifted uncomfortably and looked down at his feet.

"It is....isn't it! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Especially since there's nothing left to say when it comes to him. I don't want him. I only want you Preston!"

He scoffed quietly with a sarcastic smile.

"How long did you date that guy, huh? 2 years? And how long have we been dating? Like 5 minutes?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I tried to sound nice since Preston was finally saying something of substance.

"If you want to get back with him-"

"I don't!" I interjected. "Preston, you have been a better boyfriend to me this past month than Drake was our entire relationship. Don't compare what we have to what me and him didn't."

Preston wasn't just mad.
He was jealous.  I didn't know how to deal with him when he was acting like this.
He never acted like anything before.
I didn't know that bringing up Drake would put such a strain on our newly budding relationship. I didn't mean to make him feel like I would leave.

I grabbed the sides of Preston's face. He looked at me, still unwavering. The look remained as I pulled him down to my level and kissed him.

"I only like you, dummy."

I kissed him again. And again. And again. Until he was kissing me back. He took his free hand and put it on the back of my head. Preston kissed me harder than he had before. I could tell that he missed me. I missed him too.

We parted and I smiled at him. He gave me a nonchalant smirk but I knew he was happy. He was glad we worked things out.

"Don't ignore me again," I demanded.

"Okay," he agreed.

I stepped back and tried to catch my breath. Kissing Preston always makes me lightheaded. That boy doesn't know the hold he has on me.

"Are we good?" I asked just to make sure everything was cool.

Preston nodded, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

I turned to walk away and couldn't stop smiling.

"I'll call you tonight," he called after me.

I smiled bigger.

He couldn't see but I'm sure he could tell. I can never contain my smile around him. At this point, I'm totally wrapped around Preston's finger. But I think it's safe to say that he's wrapped around mine too.