So it's pretty short ._. I just couldn't really think of much to write. Writer's block sucks .-. You may proceed with le chapter nueve ~Waffles
Chapter 9
I was sitting in first period, listening to music, when someone in particular who I really didn’t want to see right now walked through the door.
“Ah, Mister Kingsley,” I heard the teacher say. Deciding to ignore the sight in front of me, I turned up my music. Only seconds later, I was being tapped on the shoulder –most likely by a very unwanted someone. I won’t name any names.
I tried to ignore him, but it only resulted with another tap on my shoulder. I internally groaned and turned to look at the person who I wasn’t so happy to see. “What?” I asked as casually as I could.
“What are you listening to?” he asked. Really? All this time of not talking to me and that’s all he has to say? Well, I guess it’s better than wanting to talk about ‘us’ –as if there still was an us.
Deciding it was best to answer with as little words as possible; I just said the name of the band. “Bring Me The Horizon.”
“Sounds interesting. Can I listen?” he asked. Sighing, I handed him the left earphone and we proceeded to listen to music.
“I’m scared to get close and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink. I can’t drown my demons they know how to swim,” Oli sang.
“Sounds… depressing,” he admitted.
I shrugged, “Never bothered you before.”
“And it still doesn’t,” he said quickly. “It’s just… things are different now, you know?”
Once again, I shrugged –not really wanting to talk to him about that.
“So who was that guy with you at Wal-Mart yesterday? Is he your boyfriend?” he asked.
This time I didn’t bother hiding the annoyance on my face. “It doesn’t concern you, Trent.”
“I think it does concern me if my ex-girlfriend is dating some other guy,” he stated.
“His name is Jason! And yes, he is my boyfriend. Why do you even care?”
He, of course, ignored my question. “Listen, I know you hate me, but-“ I cut him off.
“I don’t hate you,” I said. He got this hopeful look on his face. “I’m just not particularly fond of you,” I admitted. His face fell. Yeah, I’m a bitch, but let’s be honest didn’t he deserve that and worse? Still, I couldn’t help but feel bad. Ugh, damn him. It’s too late to take it back now. Luckily, the bell for second period rang. Saved by the bell! I practically ran out of first period and almost crashed into someone.
“Whoa, what’s the rush?” said just the voice I wanted to hear. Suddenly, I forgot about why I was so desperate to leave that class and I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me closer to him, and kissed me back.
When we pulled apart, I remembered what had happened just moments before. “He’s in my first period,” I sighed. Jason put both hands on either side of my face and gently kissed my forehead. When he pulled away, he grabbed my hand and he walked me to my next period.
The week went by pretty quick. Trent kept trying to talk to me and –as usual –I ignored his sorry ass. It was Friday and I’m supposed to go to the movies with Jason tonight, which is what I’m getting ready for now. I’m wearing an Attila t-shirt with grey skinny jeans and black and white Chuck’s.
My phone rang and Hold On Till May by Pierce The Veil started playing (my ringtone for Jason). “Yeah, I’ll be right down,” I answered as I grabbed my Batman hoodie. I hung up the phone, and quickly made my way outside to Jason’s car. As soon as I got in the front seat, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
We made it to the movie theater and we decided on watching Catching Fire because the books rule. This is the first time we have ever actually gone on a date together (unless you count the Halloween party). Walking inside, I could already smell the scent of popcorn. Jason bought our tickets and we went to buy some snacks. I bought Skittles, popcorn, a strawberry Icee, a bag of sour gummy worms, and lots and lots of chocolate. Boy, am I gonna be hyper or what?
We made our way to the theater where they were playing Catching Fire and sat in the back (because everyone knows those are the best seats).
The movie ended and we were exiting the theater and guess who we bumped into. Just guess. Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Trent. With the school slut. Ugh. I pretended not to see him, but it didn’t work because he saw me –sadly. From the looks of it, he sent Brooke (the slut) into the theater while he ‘bought some snacks’.
As he was making his way over to me, I panicked and I did the first thing that popped into my mind: I grabbed Jason and kissed him passionately in front of Trent. When we pulled apart, Jason stood there with a smirk on his face, knowing that Trent had been watching us. Trent, on the other hand, looked… hurt. I don’t understand. He broke up with me. Why should he care if I’ve found someone else? He didn’t even bother to say anything; he just walked away. I feel like the biggest bitch on the planet.
