Retrograde

Chapter 8: Jason's Revenge

Chapter 8:

*Recap*

Hayden POV

I get to school after seeing the weirdest thing EVER! Cam and my sister hugging as if they were the last two people on earth. Cam has been really distant lately though. I mean, he’s there, but he’s not really there. Know what I mean? No, of course not, then I see the single thing I’ve been waiting to see all morning, Brooke Callaway, my sister’s best friend. I know it’s totally wrong, but it feel so right, like we were meant to be together. I watch her as she walks into the janitor’s closet and then I follow closely behind her. Once I’m in the small room, I feel a pair of soft lips on mine. There goes that feeling, again! Our hands travel up and down each other’s bodies, every part of our bodies touching and were trying to get closer to each other, if possible. I love this. I love all of it. I do feel guilty about not telling Mikayla, but she’s her best friend and I’m her brother. How would she feel? “Hayden, stop thinking, more kissing.” Brooke says and I immediately press my lips against hers again. I’m already hard for her; I’ve been hard for her since I was her walking in the damn parking lot. She starts to unzip my zipper. I don’t want this. Not now. Not here. I’m willing to wait for her, she’s worth it. It may seem like she’s ready, but I know she’s not. Before she can get it down, I stop her. We’re both breathing insanely hard from our make-out session. “Brooke, I know you think you’re ready, but you don’t have to. Not here. Not now. At least wait until we can get to a bed and when you know you’re ready. Okay, for me?” She looks upset. “You don’t want me. Why would you? Look at me! You’re Hayden freaking Wilde! Why, couldn’t I have realized I’m not good enough for you before I fell in love with you?!” Did she just— I think she did. She’s probably more surprised at what she said than I am. She loves me. Brooke Callaway was in love with me. I feel like the happiest guy in the universe right now. Wait— She thinks she’s not good enough for me. She’s grabbing her things and is about to walk out that door. I can’t let that happen. I love her. I pull her back to me and press my lips against her soft ones. “Brooke Annalisa Callaway, don’t ever say you’re not good enough. If anything, I’m not good enough for you. How does a guy like me end up with an amazing, beautiful, smart, fun, sexy, creative girl like you? Huh? We both aren’t good for each other, which makes us so perfect together. Please don’t give up on us. You are the only thing that even makes me want to actually come to this god forsaken place, besides soccer, of course.  But you are way more important than that to me. You are my everything, and there is no way in the world I can do that can make me not want you. You see this?” I point to my junk. “I want you. I want you badly, But I know that you are not ready for a big step like this okay? It’s not that I don’t want you, that’s impossible. I will want you forever and ever and for all eternity. Brooke, I love you.” By now, she’s in tears, happy tears. She kisses me harder than she has ever kissed me before. I pick her up and twirl her around, she laughs, lips still connected. “I love you Hayden” “I love you Brooke” I kiss her again. Then I realize. “We have to tell Mikayla.”

*Mikayla POV*

I haven’t seen Brooke this morning. I saw her car but I didn’t see her when I walked in. She normally waits for me by the front entrance. The weird thing is that, Hayden’s car is parking lot too, but no Hayden. Hmm…just a coincidence I guess. I hope. I don’t want to find out later on that they’ve been abducted or are hooking up in the janitor’s closet behind my back or something. I shake my head. No way is that possible! Geez! What did they do to my pancakes this morning? I’m making my way to my locker and I hear, “Baby Wilde!” Only one person calls me that and whenever I hear it, I smile like a doofus. Cameron. “Yes, Cam Bam.” I respond, using a nickname one of his exes called him that he always whined about.  “Mikayla, I hate being called that and you know it!” He whines. “You’re right! It’s an awful nickname, but so is “Baby Wilde”.” “Yes it is, but I only do it to annoy you” He explains. I look at him because I just caught him. “Touché, Baby Wilde, touché” I laugh and he shakes his head. We keep walking to our lockers since they’re right next to each other. I swear God loves me this year! “So, are you excited about your first game on Friday?” Cameron asks. “Oh my gosh, I couldn’t be more excited! Especially, since were playing River Heights, the only other good team in the district.” He laughs at me. “Why are you laughing at me?” I pout. “ I’m sorry, it’s just that you are the only girl I know who gets so excited over something like a soccer game. It’s cute.” I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “I’m not supposed to be cute; I’m supposed to be intimidating.” “Well, you’re not doing such a good job at that.” I hear him say under his breath. So I punch him in the arm. “Oww! What was that for?” He says and rubs his arm. “Am I intimidating now?” I say and flip my hair and sashay away. When I turn around to look at him, he’s still standing in the same place, mouth open, and staring at my butt. He doesn’t even know I turned around. “C’mon slow poke! We’ve got to get to first period!” He snaps out of it and we continue our walk through the school. Too easy.

The rest of the day goes pretty well. Brooke was in the library printing something out I guess. Well, that’s what she said. And Hayden was talking to Coach about the first game of the season, being a captain, he has to do that. I can’t help but feel like something else is going on. If, there is, they’ll tell me when they’re ready, right? Oh well. I’m at soccer practice right about now and it’s Wednesday. We only have today and Thursday to practice for the big game on Friday. We look really good. Coach is calling our numbers for jerseys and one of the wannabe girls want’s number seventeen. Coach is about to say something when I cut in. “Sorry, that number is taken. Coach, may I have my uniform please?” The other varsity girls expect that from me, even Coach does. But the girl and her other Freshmen wannabes don’t. “ Why does she get that jersey?” She asks with an attitude. Oh, hell no. I don’t do attitude. “Mikky, gets that jersey because the director of athletics for the district reserved her that number, since she is the best female soccer player in the district.” Coach explains. She still has this “whatever” look on her face, so I take matters into my own hands. “Listen here “freshie”, when you work hard enough, good things come to you. So take what you get and don’t throw a bitch fit.” And with that I head to the locker rooms to shower and go home. When I come out, I hear an assortment of “oh’s” and “oohs” by the boys’ locker rooms. When I turn the corner I see Landon, punching Jason face in. I immediately drop my bag and rush over there to stop it. “Landon! Stop! What the hell are you doing!” He looked up at me. I could see the fire in his eyes. He’s furious. Then her just kept on punching Jason’s face in. “Landon! Get off of him!” By now I had gotten between him and Jason and pulled Jason to his feet. “Jason are you okay?” If he says he’s okay that’s total bullshit because he looks anything but okay. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a couple of scratches that’s all.” I roll my eyes at his response and say, “You”, pointing to Landon. “Take him to urgent care. You did this do you’re going to take him there and make sure he gets home alright. Maybe apologize while you’re at it.” I watched them walk away to Landon’s car. Well, now I know what Landon meant by ‘I’m going to kill him’.

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Okay, this one is really short, but the nest one has actual drama in it and will be longer. I promise.

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Paige <3