I Hope It Rains Marshmallows ❤

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Bitch-Slapping

~Alyssa~

The sky growled menacingly at me. Rain pelted on my body and lashed out onto my face. The road blurred beneath me as I felt a surge of adrenaline rush through me. The angry pitter-patter thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears, following my wild pounding of the heart and my hard panting. The damp grass brushed against my legs, the puddles soaking my feet.

My lungs were burning inside of me, but I kept running.

Tears of anger, sadness and helplessness built up within me, and threatened to pour out of my eyes, making my vision blurry. Trying my best to hold in my overwhelming sobs, they escaped my lips just when I was gasping for breath, making me choke on my tears.

I continued running for what seemed longer than I expected. Tears were mixed with rain, making my face wet and my clothes damp. My breath hitched in my throat, and I was sure my lungs were going to burst any moment. I didn’t even know where I was headed to, or where Jeremy’s house was. I was just racing blindly ahead, and now I was lost. Wow, peachy.

A distinct balding dead tree came into my vision, from beneath the thick curtain of rain and my tears. It was that tree. My mother and Mrs. Jones had planted that tree together on their friendship anniversary and Jeremy and I had carved our names beside each other’s when the seedling had sprouted into a young tree. And now it towered over the house, and it was lifeless. Just like my mother, and the friendship between her and Mrs. Jones. Dead. But at least it was an indication that I was nearing Jeremy’s house. My hands felt itchy and I anticipated sending a tight slap across Mrs. Jones botox-ed face. She, too, was going to be dead in a matter of seconds.

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~Jeremy~

“Mr. Jeremy Jones! Were you even paying attention?” My governor slammed her hand against the table, and my gaze immediately flickered from the foggy window to her face.

Ugh, she was so damn irritating. Why do I have to take these annoying Science lessons anyway?

I slumped deeper into my seat as I listened to her drone on and on.

“Micturition, also stands for urination.”

“Sternutation, also known as sneezing.”

“Pandiculation, the act of stretching and yawning at the same time.”

Ugh, why am I wasting my time through this stupid Science course again? I bet I can live my entire life peacefully without ever knowing what the scientific term of pee stands for.

“Osculation. It is also known as a kiss.”

I paused, and my mind rewinded back to the day where Alyssa and I had our first “osculation” in her kitchen. Or whatever it was called. My lips were curved into a small smile at that memory.

Thinking about her, I was reminded of Cole’s last day here. How was Alyssa handling the whole matter? I bet she was quite depressed over it. I was a little too. I mean, it’s not every day you find out you have a brother you never knew and then he leaves a week later. I actually felt bad for Cole, and I decided to let the whole amusement park matter slip by me. On the bright side, now that Alyssa and I had patched things up, we could spend more time together, like the old days.

Just then, I heard faint rings coming from the doorbell. It sounded rushed and hurried, like someone had jammed it many times. I pushed myself away from the table, stood up and “pediculated”. Wow, I was good with words.

My governor cleared her throat impatiently. “Where do you think you are going, Mr. Jones?” She drummed her finger at the table, demanding an answer.