Once a Reject

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H stands for read message at the end cuz it's Hella important
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(Unedited, just so yall know!)

The awkward silence and glares was making me want to leave even more than I already wanted to. Garret obviously couldn't contain his hatred for me and his mother was too oblivious to notice it. Hence why she launched into a ridiculous fantasy such as the one she is telling.

"..ugh, you know Marx you seem like the kinda boy who likes golf. Garret and his father, James, golf every Sunday afternoon. You should go with them. You two will make the best of friends and-" the sound of a timer dinging stopped her mid sentence. I silently thanked God.

"Oh I forgot I was baking cookies. Garret go get Jenna for me?" Garret gave no verbal response. He stood from his stool and walked from the kitchen.

"Do you and Garret know each other well?" Yeah real well.

"Garret and I talk occasionally." I provided. I tried to keep my answers short and simple in hopes she'd get the message that talking isn't exactly something i'm looking at. At that Garret comes in with Jenna on his shoulders giggling as he makes plane noises. I tried to surpress the smile that came to my face, i looked down at my hands in my lap as if they were fascinating. What i couldnt wrap my head around is why I'm babysitting when Garret looks like a great babysitter to me.

Samantha started putting the cookies on a plate one by one.

"After I'm done here in going to get ready for the fundraiser. I'm sure by the time I finish getting dressed your father will be here to pick me up. Garret make sure you let us know you made it safely to the party. I don't want to have to worry." I watched as Garret rolled his eyes and grabbed a cookie.

"Yeah I got it mom." He then picked up his stuff and left up the stairs probably to his room.

I was left to just stare at nothing until Samantha says something I can respond to. 

"I'm going to go get ready. You're welcome to stay or leave and come back at 8." With that she gave me a tight smile and wiped her hands on her apron before taking it off and hanging it up.

The sound of her heels fading away as she walked down the corridor.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was to do with myself. Going home would be redundant, but I didn't know my boundaries. Getting up I decided to look at the pictures that were alining the walls.

As I stared at picture of Garret posing with a signed soccer ball, hands came to sit at my hips and a wet mouth planted on to the nape of my neck. My eyes grew wide as there was only one person who could be doing this.

"Hi." Garret said as he moved his lips further up my neck. Automatically I moved my head to the side to give him more room. My common sense completely drowned by pleasure. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out, only a moan which sparked him to keep going. Using his hands he turned me so I was facing him. He pulled my hips closer and was centimeters from latching his lips onto mine. In that moment I found my voice and only one person was on my mind. Kyle.

"We can't do this." I pulled out of his grasp and backed away far enough to look into his eyes without much incline.

"Sure we can. All you have to do is-"

"Just stop. You can't push away the events that happened not too long ago. I don't have enough self-esteem to begin with, I don't need to be your dirty whore on top of that." I watched Garret open his mouth to say something, but closed it instead. His eyes grew more intense and his hands fisted. He gave me on last final look before marching away and back up the staircase.

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By 7:55 I had eaten practically all of the cookies that Samantha made and made myself quite at home onto the couch watching reruns of spongebob as I finished biology homework.

"Oh! Marx your still here, great! James is here to pick me up, Garret should be leaving around 9:45 and I won't be back until 11:30. Bye have a fun time." She zipped out the door before I could reply. I heard tiny foot steps coming my way.

"Marx! Play cards with me!" Jenna almost yelled in my ear. She stood there with a crown on her head and a stack of cards in her hands.

"Yeah let's play buttercup." I sat up and we cleared the coffee table.

We decided to play a game of stress and as I was about to pick up my fourth pile, Jenna quickly switched her cards out and slammed her pile face up on the table yelling a "stress!" My eyebrows knitted together as I wondered how fast she did that. There was no way she could've gone through those five piles that quickly.

"Jenna... Did you, count the cards?" Her smile weakened and she gave me a reluctant, 'no...'

"Jenna! That is cheating you do know that right?"

"It's only a rule in poker not in this game."

"It's still frowned upon!" She pouted her lips and got up on her short legs.

"Yeah well I don't care, you..you- butt head!" She started to move her short legs and the next thing I know she had vanished behind the door.

Her and Garret are definitely related.

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Bruh.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I've been MIA with no explanation.
(Mainly because of I'm MIA)

Anyway I'm back on track, school is starting now but I think I'll actually have more time to write and stuff.

I peeped this cute guy out in Costa Rica and took stalker photos, I'd post but that's actually illegal😢😢😥😁😥😥😥

Stay classy, stay sassy and don't be a bitch.

-Marg.

(Also thanks for all the votes and reads! I might dedicate a chapter to a person whose done the most!!!)