Paper Birds

Chapter Six

-Jeremy's POV-  

I stormed out the double doors of the front of the school, pissed. Like as if I wasn't already. 

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up. 

Those are the words I've been thinking throughout the entire time.  

I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up. 

  I run my hand through my hair, brushing it out of my face as I continue to march down the sidewalk, realizing that any chance I had with Melody is now gone. Damn it! How could I've been so stupid? 

I really needed a partner for an art project we have in 3rd period, and I was kind of hoping to have Melody as my partner, since she's known for the arts she's been working on. 

Of course, my other option can be her little friend, Delilah since she's another one of those "Golden Artist" or what I like to call'em. But I know that sweet apple hates me to the core. Even if I just so happen to say hi to her, she'll be the one to tell me to piss off even before I say anything. 

And from experience, I had to learn the hard way to never piss off a little person. If you never had your jackpot kicked with steel-toed boots on by a girl who's on the soccer team, consider yourself lucky.  

I head off campus and walked for a few yards away until I'm somewhat in a safe distance to scream and curse to my hearts content. 

Not because I'm pissed, its just fun to me. 

When I'm sure I thought I was alone, with no adults on my ass. I hear someone scream my name. 

"Jeremy!!" 

It was the voice of a female, which had a Hispanic accent. 

At first, I found it strange to know that a girl was calling me since I don't talk to a lot of girls in my case.  But then, the clicking of the heels that tap against the concrete of the sidewalk, and the clanging of bracelets made a giveaway to who it was. 

I turn around, with a pained smile and say in the fakest, enthusiastic tone I could ever pull off.  

"Hi, Marka!" 

I waited for her to catch up, right before she threw her arms around me, and squeezes me into a tight bear hug. 

"Aww. Why didn't my baby brother waited for me?" 

I cringe to the words 'baby brother'.  It's so fucking embarrassing. 

"STEP-brother. And your only a few months older than me" I corrected.  

She giggled, squeezing me tighter into her uncomfortable, tight embrace. I gasp underneath her, needing oxygen as she continues to squeeze it out of me. But I don't fight her.  

Marka has a serious case of brother complex, ever since my dad married her mom when we were both nine, and it's been like that since. But it made sense of her treating me like I'm her baby for all these years, since a few issues with her father and her REAL brother before their parents divorced. 

The thought of it just made me feel bad for struggling and thought of her as a nuisance. So simply wrapped my arms around her as well, returning her hug with a light squeeze. 

But as i did, she quickly pulls away from me, rubbing her side.  "ow! you squeezed me too tight!" 

My left eye twitches. 

why do I even bother? 

"So..." she claps her hands together like she always does when she's going to begin a conversation. "So... what?" I say folding my arms, bracing myself for a long angry story.                                                              

"Let me tell you what this bitch, Carmen did." 

Yup... there she goes. 

"Okay, first of all" she starts off. "When i was walking towards my locker, after talking to Jamey, my homegirl right? Carmen, comes up and literally..." I begin to lose focus already, trailing my eyes elsewhere. My eyes suddenly focus upon a small figure in the distance that stood behind Marka-whom, of course, continue to blab on. 

I watch the figure dropped a small object from her hands ( I'm assuming it's a her ) which appeared to be a phone and bends over to pick it up.  

 My breath shortens as I watch the figure carefully, picking up her broken apart device. "Damn..." I say quietly to myself. 

Then Marka's voice pushes me back to focus towards her. "Hey! Stupido! Are you even listening to me?" 

"Y-Yeah yeah, I am," I say nervously. She narrows her eyes skeptically and turns around to see what I was staring at. 

"Why are you ga-ga eyeing that bitch Melony? or Mellady? whatever her name is"

"Melody. And I wasn't 'Ga-Ga' eyeing her"

"You sure was. I have guys in most of my classes who looks at me like that all the time" She teases. 

I begin to tug on my shirt nervously, with all the blood leaving my body, and migrating to my face. 

"See?" She begins to laugh, holding a finger to my face.  "Your blushing! therefore, that makes you guilty!"  

"Sh-Shut up! can we just go home now??" 

"Okie-dokie baby brother!"