The Second Chance

Chapter 4

"If you were a booger i'd pick you first ,"

9 words.

30 letters.

10 syllables.

That's all it took for me to completely lose my shit.

It's been 5 hours since Jason approached me, and 5 hours since I ran off without a word.

He drove me freaking crazy.

And yet here I am sitting through one of my teachers lectures thinking about that spawn of satan.

I barely know what subject i'm in, I think math, or french.

 Actually it could be history. 

It didn't matter anyways, teachers didn't call on me. They knew better. Ever since my 'change of lifestyle' I just don't give a crap about school, or they're stupid lectures on discipline.

I'd gotten detention a couple of times.

I almost got suspended once last year after we spiked the punch at homecoming.

And there was the one time I egged my stuck up dickwad of a math teachers car after too many shots of vodka.

Good times.

So the teachers really didn't give it a second thought when I just stared out the window contemplating the one boy who seems to get cheesier as the years go on. I mean that pick up line sucked balls. Big time.

But as much as I bit my tongue, and tried to hold it back I couldn't stop the subtle smile that took over my lips replaying the moment. It was corny, it was stupid, but it was perfect.

It reminded me of when he first asked me out. I was by my locker and he walked up looking like a complete idiot, which he later told me was actually him looking like a mega 'swagger'. More like an epic douche.

So yeah he came up to me completely embarrassed himself as he tried to hit on me.

Than he ended the horrid experience with the worst pick up line I have yet to hear.

'Are you religious? Cause you're the answer to all my prayers.'

That's right he used the most cliche line ever to get into my pants. It was classic and the most awkward thing ever.

But obviously it somehow worked.

And Jason Thompson got what he wanted, like always. 

He wanted the girl who barely knew her parents, who didn't care about her dumb appearance, and who swore never to fall for someone as awful as Jason Thompson.

I felt my smile form into a stiff frown as I remembered the girl who I used to know. She would never have run off or puked on her ex, she would have ran up to him and kicked him in the balls before he could mutter a single idiotic word.

Yeah that girl wouldn't take Jason's shit. But he took that girl the second he walked up to me that day, he took her away and I really wanted to just punch him over and over again for it. I missed that part of me.

He left a girl who could barely think about the past without balling her eyes out and drowning in the misery he created. He left the girl that's sitting here now, in the back of the classroom trying to not cry with all her strength. He left behind me.

I never realized how much I missed him, and his smile that my world always revolved around. I never noticed how much he really was a part of me, a terrible ugly evil part. But still a part.

When my parents essentially disowned me, I was too young to really understand what it meant when they never came home for Christmas, or my birthday. I grew up alone, and that was how I wanted it to stay.