When We Meet Again

Chapter 3 | Don't, Love me Again

"JACK! Nooooo!" cried Tasha, sobbing.

"Ugh. Jack, you dumbass there is space for two. Just get on that thing!!" I said, pulling my hair in frustration.

When Titanic was over and Tasha had finally stopped crying, Sharon snorted.

"Well, I liked the movie." She said. "Only Tasha's wailing in between made it less fun."

"Hey it's not my fault. You guys know that I get emotional when we watch sad stuff." Tasha retorted, sniffing.

"I still don't get why Jack couldn't just get on top of the freaking piece of wood! For God's sake there was enough space!!" I cried out.

I looked around the popcorn scattered floors of my room and sighed in exasperation. There was a lot to clean before mom came home.

And if she saw the mess we'd made, she'd skin us alive. My dad of course wouldn't mind. He'd just give out a deep chuckle, whisper 'Good luck' and head over to my parent's bedroom.

I gulped at the thought of what my mother would do. All the different scenarios terrifyingly passing through my head.

Okay, I was exaggerating a little but still.

"Come on guys, it's time to clean this place up." I said. Sighing again, I picked up the pillows and started putting them back on my bed.

Suddenly I felt my body lift off the ground and land on top of the bed.

Had I just tripped over myself?

Then I heard someone giggling behind me. I lifted my head off the bed and pushed my dark red hair out of the way.

"Sharon!" I screeched.

"PILLOW FIGHT!!" she hollered back, taking a pillow and whacking Tasha's back.

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"How. . . strong . . . are. . . you?" I panted, holding the bedpost and trying to catch my breath.

"Let's. . . just say. . . I've got a good. . . arm. . . " laughed Sharon, clutching her stomach.

"We seriously need to clean up..." I said, guiltily looking at the mess splayed across the room.

"Okay. Oh gosh, wait have you heard this song?" asked Sharon, taking out my laptop and opening up you tube, she placed it on my bed.

I sat next to her as Tasha, still panting settled down on her opposite side.

John Newman's "Love Me" started playing. We watched the video play.

Soon enough all of us were singing the chorus.

"I NEED TO KNOW NOW, KNOW NOW, CAN YOU LOVE ME AGAIN!!" I croaked out, closing my eyes and whipping my hair back and forth.

"Maybe Max feels the same way?" said Sharon, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Way to kill the mood Ron." I said.

"Well, you did admit that you liked him." Said Tasha, heading for my secret stash of my nail polish and applying some on her perfectly manicured nails. She was an artist by nature. She could design posters, her project work was always amazing and she could design wonderful dresses like my mother, that's why my mom liked her so much. She started doing zebra stripes on her nails.

"Okay, okay guys you need to know the truth about something." I said.

"What?" asked Tasha.

"Hold your breath Tasha she's gonna declare her undying love for Max!!" laughed Sharon.

"No, No I'm not." I said, narrowing my eyes. Then I thought about the confession I was about to give them and I frowned.

"Look. The only reason I told you I liked him is because I didn't want you pairing me up with any other guy at school." I breathed out, looking slightly sheepish.

"What!?" cried Tasha looking doe-eyed at me.

Sharon frowned at first, then pondered a little and replied with a smirk etched on her face.

"I don't think so."

I groaned. "IT'S TRUE! I swear, I really don't like him." I said, narrowing my eyes again.

"Okay, Okay. I believe you." Said Sharon, as I sighed, "For now." She continued smirking.

"Guys. . . THERE HERE!!!" cried Tasha. I snapped my head around and saw her standing near my window. I rushed toward the window.

"Your theory's going pretty well, Lee." Said Sharon and I could almost hear her smirk, if that was possible.

"Oh shut up Ron." I murmured.

I pulled the curtain aside, my hands shivering, displaying some of the raging emotion inside me.

I saw my mother getting out of the car, and opening the backdoor of the car. A little boy, slightly younger than Harper stepped out, Harper standing right next to him. I chuckled. They were talking to each other animatedly. She makes friends so fast. Unlike me.

"What's happening?" cried Sharon.

"They are coming out, of the car." I whispered, afraid to break the happy scene unfolding in front of me.

Then stepped out a girl with long strawberry hair that hid the blue eyes I knew she had. Riley! She'd be seventeen soon. She looked beautiful and had a killer body. She jumped down from the car her eyes glued to her phone as she walked towards the house. Mrs Stevens followed her chatting humorously with my mother.

I held my breath when the next person came out of the car.

I chuckled. He was wearing black jeans and a dark blue button up shirt. His brown hair was messed up and he was so freaking tall. Oh My dear God. He looked really, really good. Okay, that sounds weird from an ex-best friend. But sadly it was true. He'd grown from that lanky legged eleven year old, to a-a decent looking eighteen-year-old. Suddenly he turned around and caught me staring at him. My green eyes caught his blue ones and for what felt like a second, I felt a rush of adrenaline pass through me. I quickly backed away drawing the curtain shut behind me. I took a sharp breath as I remembered that moment.

"Yup. She defenitly has absolutely no feelings for that guy." I heard Sharon say smirking.

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