As A Cliché: A Short Story

Year#3: Schools In.... Forever?

  DEDICATED TO nothingwithout_you   (Pleez go and follow her) FOR BEING AN AWESOME FRIEND AND TELLING ME THIS BOOK IS GOOD EVEN IF IT ISNT! LUV YA NAT!

"What?" My voice rang trough the large empty mansion I once called home, wait I never called this place home.

The phone pressed to my ear almost dropped when my grip on it went weak.

"Honey?" My mothers voice sounded through the small speaker of the device.

"What do you mean I have to start school again?"

My brain was sill fuzzy with shock so her words following that followed went in one ear out the other.

"Wait Jax?" I cut her off in the middle of her reasoning when his name came up.

"Yes, he thought now that you've been with drawled from the home for troubled girls it'd be good for you to get back to your normal life."

My fists clenched in anger at my best friends tactic to help 'cheer me up'. I don't need to be cheered up! I'm as brightened as a freaking Christmas tree!

I stomped my foot and spoke back to my mum.

"First of all mom, we all know it was a mental hospital. You don't need to call it some stupid name to save my feelings"

I mean we are way past the point of feelings, my feelings are broken, dead, gone, ancient!

"Second of all it was school that started this whole thing."

My voice came out meaner than expected and I could practically hear my mothers cringe.

"Honey I know but,"

"Goodbye mother." I said annoyed as I pulled the phone away from my face and clicked the end button.

I sighed and sat the phone down on the hall table, tapping my foot in anger. I picked up the small piece of metal from my old car keys lanyard, just in case.

I bounded down the stairs and lurked towards Jax's house, he must've known that I was there and why because I felt his nervous eyes on my when I stepped onto the porch.

It's time good old Jaxie's gotten his butt whooped by someone.

Knocking on his door I waited, and waited, and then waited some more before determining that Jaxie wasn't gonna come answer the door for me..... Ehh maybe he'll come I really don't want to have to try and use my key, cause you know that'd be breaking and entering, and I've never done that before.... Yeah right.

"Jaxson?"

I called up innocently, seeing him move through the window.

I heard the lock click undone and he peeked out.

"Sup Katie?" He asked, still cowering behind the door as if it was a life saving barrier.

"I need food, I ran out of Nutella" I told him with a shrug as if ignoring the elephant in the room, well doorway.

He cautiously opened the door to where I could actually walk into his house. Inhaling the sweet smell of the Hawaiian flower scented air wick in the air I looked at him calmly and almost grinned a the sight of him. He was clearing unnerved, shuffling his feet every five seconds and keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

I pulled my fist back and punched him squarely in the jaw taking him by surprise. He braced himself against the wall and held his jaw.

"Katie, what the-"

I kicked him in the shin and then left to go get him an ice pack from the fridge. Walking back into the living room I heard him mumble a curse word and I turned right back around to get the soap from the kitchen.

I tossed the ice pack to Jax that I'd wrapped in a tea towel so it wasn't too cold.... See I have a heart.... Well most of a heart.

He pressed it to his jaw and eyed the bottle of soap I had in my hand.

"Why soap?" He asked, skepticism clear in his eyes.

"Open up Jaxie." I told him and held the soap closer to his face. He ducked away and jumped off of the couch.

"No way, are you insane?" He asked putting as much distance as he could between us.

"Technically no, remember I was tested just the other day"

That's how I was taken out of the asylum, after Jax and I managed to escape the hospital, my mother found us lounging in my living room and drove me right back, and guess what? They tested my sanity, and guess what again? It came back clear! Turns out I'm not mental. Wait who kept telling everyone I was fine.... Oh yeah it was me wasn't it?

Anyways I'm now living by myself again in my parents house, they've started business trips and ignore me again, so all's normal, even the part where I get to go back to school now... Hurray!

Jax was still looking at me like I belonged in a strait jacket and put his hand out towards me.

"Put the soap down Katie."

I scowled at him and held it up threateningly. Oh no! A bottle of soap run for your life!

"Then promise to never cuss again, it's not nice, especially in the presence of a proper, well brought up lady."

Jax nodded and took the soap from me. Putting it down on the coffee table he suddenly grinned at me and chuckled.

"You think you're a proper lady?" He said and automatically took off running up the stairs.

"More proper than you!" I yelled and started to run after him.

I saw his back disappear into his room which conveniently didn't have a lock on the door yet. Opening it up and walking in after him he laughed and tried to again put distance between us.

"Jaxie!" I sang and skipped towards Jax, who was grinning like a fool while still holding the soap bottle to his chest.

"See this is the fun Katie, the Katie I remember and love" he looked at me with a mixture of emotion in his eyes, heck if I know which ones I'm not psychic like all the book characters.

"Aww Jaxie loves me!" I cooed and pinched his cheeks.

His cheeks reddened and his hand went to the back of his neck.

"Well-"

I grinned and placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed him right on the lips.

Even though it was just a brief touch I felt those cursed flutters in my stomach.

After laughing at Jax's priceless reaction I quickly took the soap out of his grasp and pumped some of the foam into Jax's open mouth.

He automatically doubled over and started gagging on the soap.

"A happy mouth is a clean mouth."

I patted poor Jax on the back and ran back downstairs.

"Hmm, what to do?" I asked no one in particular well... Since no one was around. A lightbulb popped flickered on in my head and I made my way wrecklessly to the kitchen.

It's Nutella time!