It just had to be a love story.

Chapter 4

I couldn't help feeling fidgety. My nerves had sky rocketed ever since Beks and I left the school library. I didn't let it show though but my silence gave it away.

"He probably won't say anything." Beks said, well tried to reassure me. Her eyes were fixed on the road, we were headed to our meeting spot. Where Jayce and the rest of our "friends" were waiting.

"I'm not thinking about that." I lied.

"You could have fooled me. Kid I know you alright, I know you're worried over it." She glanced over at me and faced foward again.

"Think of it like this. He also had a lapse of judgment when he bought that dark blue shirt and wore it. Nobody said anything about that and he can't say shit to you either." Beks added.

"I know. Maybe you are right." I said and looked outside. But I knew Jayce, he would do anything to spark up a fight with me, seeing that it's all we have been doing for the past two months. He wouldn't let this go. I could feel it.

"What is this?" Jayce asked looking me up and down. He'd pulled me aside from the group. The look I'd imagined him giving me was there mocking me. A deep frown covered most of his face.

"Like I said Jayce my mom didn't do the laundry." I explained for the tenth time.

"You look like shit Rhen. I won't lie to you." Jayce ran his hand through his hair. A sign of frustration.

"You don't need to be an ass about it." I said crossing my arms around my body.

"No! Farrah no. You can't justify looking like a fuckin' hipster."

"Don't yell at me." I raised my voice. Jayce's eyebrows furrowed, he took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, but you know such things piss me off Farrah. I can't understand how you didn't notice that you didn't have anything to wear."

"I slept at your apartment last night. Obviously I didn't have time to check." I pointed out.

"But I told you to get dressed at my place, but you insisted on leaving." He countered. Which was true, I had refused to stay any longer at his place, I couldn't stand being around him that morning. Just like how I couldn't stand being around him now.

"You need to know your place in this relationship. I have a reputation to uphold and you being my girlfriend should build me up, not embarrass me the way you do." Jayce hissed.

"I thought you didn't care about what people say Jayce. Why now?"

"I don't, but if its the people in our inner circle than I have to say something about it." He narrowed his eyes at me and took a step closer, leaning his forehead against mine. "You can't go to The Graveyard with us."

"What?" My voice broke.

"I won't let you come with us." Jayce reaffirmed, knocking the wind out of me.

"And why not?" It was Beks who asked. Jayce turned his face towards her, a look of absolute annoyance was thrown at her. Beks pushed her hair back.

"Do you see what she's wearing? The Graveyard is a sacred place and should be respected."

"The Graveyard is just an old chapel turned into a chill spot for rock heads and punks. There isn't a particular dress code." Beks defended, I couldn't help but smirk.

Beks was right, though Jayce wasn't having it, right or wrong Jayce would have the final word though.

"Good for you Beks, how about you go plant a weed tree and smoke it with your hippy friends and talk about freedom and pollution. If not don't fuckin' stand in front of me and disrespect my word. We all fuckin' know that black is the ultimate dress code, if I let her go with me looking like that!" Jayce pointed at me. "I might as well bring her along." He growled pointing at some random chick in a flowery dress.  Beks looked at the girl and made a face. Jayce had won her over.