Unfinished Stories

He's Troublesome For Me

Warning:

This chapter contains the use of violent language. Do not read any further if you dislike books that contain swear words.

Thank you.

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Story #1

So far, school is giving me a pain in the ass. Rude teachers, conceited students, boring classes, how worst can it get right? Well let me tell you something.

It gets so much worst than this. Do you know why?

Well, my so called ex-childhood friend, Brandon Joyce is eventually in all of my damn classes, so he thinks he can go up to me and say, "Sup Heather, long time no see," and then heads off to class after winking at me.

Long time no see?! Is he serious?! He literally left me here without a damn notice! And that disgusting wink he gave me officially proves that he's become one of the top man whores for me to stay away from, adding him to my blacklist.

Ex-childhood friend or not, he's still a problem that will lead me into a lot of drama and gossip in the future. Looking at him now, I'm starting to hate him even more.

He tried to escort me to every one of my classes a few days ago, but I refused him in a well mannered way.

I slapped him straight across the face, walking past him with my head held high. If that's not a well mannered way, then kill me now but...

Idiotic clones like him deserve that kind of treatment.

He doesn't even know what I have to deal with to help out my family, yet he acts like nothing ever happened between us. I regret being a childhood friend of his in the past, even if I still have those good memories tucked inside my brain.

The day he left San Diego to go to New York after 8th grade made me go through a lot of suffering. I'd always hope he'd come back as I'd cried in my bedroom, thinking if it was my fault that made him moved. Now he came back at the wrong timing, looking perfectly normal.

I should feel glad, relieved, or even shocked that he's back in town. Except, he changed so much after all these years without contacting me. So why waste my time on a guy like him?

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Present Time

I was shuffling through my messy locker when I heard a loud bang near me. Startled, I jumped back, almost tripping on a broken pencil beneath me. Where the hell did that pencil come from? A hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere, taking out my diary that I specifically swore to myself hid properly.

"What do we got here, did you write this?" An arrogant guy questioned in a husky voice, holding the book over his head.

It was Brandon freaking Joyce.

"No, now give me it back you before I'm late to class!" I screeched, jumping up and down trying to get it back. I swear if he opens up the diary he will surely get slapped in the face again. Or I'll kick him to where 'the sun doesn't shine.'

"Woah, hold on now. Why does the front say Heather Rose then?" He stated teasingly, skimming through the pages of my diary.

God damn this little piece of-

He laughed a bit before reading off my diary, "A few boys that I hate in this school are usually the ones who completely change into a different person. For example, my ex-childhood friend, Brandon Joyce came back from New York a few days ago. He use to be a mama's boy, but now all he ever does is dates girls and dump them the day after with no remorse. He's straight off from a cliche player in a romance book-"

I finally got a hold of my diary, snatching it off his hands.

"Leave me alone, Brandon. Go find some other girl to mess with, you two faced jerk." I snapped.

He furrowed his eyebrows, clicking his tongue in disappointment, "But Rose, I've already messed with almost all the girls here. They're all the same, desperate for me to become their boyfriend and shit. But you, you seem to hold a grudge against me, even though we were best friends for a long time."

Liar. We were never friends in the first place. Friends are people who stick to your side no matter what happens, defending you when you're in trouble. At the start, he did do what a best friend is considered to do. But now, he's a totally different person, which is a very bad thing.

Rolling my eyes at him, I slammed my fist on my locker, making it shut loudly. This time, Brandon was the one who got startled. His face was priceless! Someone should of freaking took a picture of that and post it on the Internet.

"Well then, I will say this again Joyce." I stood in front of him, pulling his tie down to my level. Our noses were almost touching, causing his eyes to widen a little.

"Leave me the hell alone and walk away just like you did in the past few years. Continue what you started, we will never become friends again. All those promises you swore to keep were all broken in the end, and that proves that you aren't even worth my time anymore. Why should I be friends with a big liar, a traitor!? Bye, Brandon Joyce." I whispered into his ear, looking at him straight in the eye.

His mouth was slightly hanging open, no words coming out. His face was becoming bright red the more he stared into my eyes.

Was there something on my face that he was allergic too? All I had on my face was mascara and a few shades of blush. Oh my god, he's allergic to powder? Holy shit! ...Wait, I take that back. I'm choking him to death by pulling onto his tie too hard.

Letting go of him, he took a few deep breathes while he was sitting on the floor. He looked pathetic.

Taking out my phone as I snapped a photo of his almost-lifeless face. I felt relieved that he was experiencing what I did in the past. Pushing him out of my way, I slipped past him and continued going back to class.

Not before making him fall straight into the pavement floor.

-Chapter 1 Incomplete. Discontinued

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Author's Note: This part was written back when I was in 6th grade. I was inspired to write this, thanks to a close friend of mine who urged me. (I found this a few weeks ago when I was skimming through my old notebook.) Again, a big thanks to you guys for spending your time reading this. I hope you have a marvelous day! ^^