The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us | Chapter Four

"I am going to make your life a living hell, Penelope King." Were the last words I've heard from Aston West in two weeks.

All because I, may or may not have, accidentally... Tipped over his motorcycle.

"Has he gone through with his threat yet? I'm really excited to see what he does to you." Veronica giggles.

"You know, it's nice to know that my one and only friend cares for my over all well being." I said sarcastically, while looking over my shoulder in fear. In absolute honesty, I was scared of Aston West. I had no idea what he was capable of.

There have been so many scenes going on over and over again in my head; a) he does the whole Carrie thing with the blood. b) ...I wasn't clever enough to come up with a 'b' scenario.

"I mean, trust me I do and everything. But neither of us have any idea what will come of of this. Everlasting love? Eternal hatred? Who knows?!" She asked herself excitedly.

"Ver... Did you take your medicine?" I asked, knowing very well she doesn't take any medicine. Though, sometimes I think she should.

"Shut up. You love me." She glared, I rolled my eyes and took a bite from my pizza. "So... He hasn't been to school in a few days, you think he's planning something big?" She asked.

"He's literally the topic of all your discussions. I'm starting to think tha-" her eyes were glued to something behind me, so as if in slow motion , I finished my sentence. Regretting it fully once I turned around, coming face to face with Aston West. "You like him more than I do."

"You like me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Who said we were talking about you?" I said, thanking myself for actually getting through a sentence without stuttering.

"Well, considering that I'm the only male that you have ever interacted with this whole school year, I'm pretty sure it's me. But anyways, here you go." He said, slamming a small envelope down on the table. "Don't open it until you get home, it's very important that you actually do as I say." He said, then walked away, as if nothing happened.

"It's a fucking bomb." I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in defeat. A few peoples heads turned towards our table and I greeted them with my middle finger, making them glare and turn back around.

"Um... I'm not really sure that a bomb that size would actually do any damage, considering that it's flat and looks like a paper. Dumbass." She said, muttering the last part under her breath.

"Well excuse me for assuming the worst, bitch. He did say he was going to make my fucking life a living hell." I said, rolling my eyes at her.

"Oh stop overreacting, you tipped his bike over in the grass, and it isn't like anything happened to it."

"These fucking optimists." I muttered, shaking my head.

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Stop overreacting, dumbass. That was the words on the fucking paper inside the envelope. Then on the back, I wasn't actually going to do anything.

Wow.

I sighed and walked over to Veronica's house. "Ooh, I suppose it wasn't a bomb then. Considering that you're standing here without a paper cut on you." She said, letting me into the house.

"Shut the fuck up." I groaned, throwing the note at her.

"Told your dumbass." She said, plopping down on her bed, I done the same except I laid my head down in the curve of her back. I stuck up my nose, remembering all of the embarrassing things that I'd done just to get away from Aston's horrific--yet sexy--glare. I even broke out because I was so stressed about his little threat.

I sighed and listened to the quiet classical music playing in Ver's room. She looked edgy, but on the inside, she was boring as fuck. While I have the more edgy taste, in music and all other things, Veronica was very laid back and calm. I liked Halsey, Twenty Øne Pilots, Melanie Martinez, and a lot more of those types of artists. Veronica liked Beethoven, and Bach, I can't name anymore than them, sorry.

I just couldn't be myself around anyone else but Ver because my father restricted me like that. I had to do certain things and only those things, otherwise, all hell would break loose. Even the way that I dressed was a "problem". So what if I liked puny t shirts, my black hoodie and skinny jeans? But, everything about me was a problem to my father.

I got off of Veronica and looked at her closely. "Do you ever miss your dad?" I asked her, frowning. She blinked a couple of times before actually answering me.

"I mean, in a way I guess I do. He's my dad, I'd do anything to be daddy's little princess, and I loath him for not letting me have that. But I suppose I still miss him, it's hard not to, you know?" She asked, giving me a sympathetic smile. "Do you love your dad?" She asked. I frowned and clenched my jaw, debating on how I should answer.

"I do, it'd be hard not to. I just don't like the things that he believes in and forces me to do. But I guess in order to love someone, you have to learn to love all the things about them." I shrugged, my answer was more serious than I intended it to be. I found myself thinking about it for the rest of the night. Wishing that I had a dad who treated me like his princess... Instead of his maid.

I was in tears for the rest of the night.

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"Penelope? Are you alright?" Veronica asked once we met at my car.

"I don't know." I shrugged, rubbing my sore swollen eyes with my fist. I got into the car and started it up, turning the music up loud so I couldn't think.

Everyone has days like this... Right?

"You look like shit." The familiar voice of Aston West says, as soon as I entered my class.

"Feel like it too." I said in a mocking cheerful tone.

"What happened?" He frowned, looking into my bloodshot eyes. I shook my head, telling him I didn't want to talk about it. He nodded and turned around in his seat, I sighed and took my phone out, plugging my earphones out and trying to block out my stupid naive thoughts.

A foot kicked mine, startling me from my sleep. I looked down to see that the foot belonged to Aston, I followed the foot up to his face and he nodded at something towards the front. The teacher was here, I gave him a thankful smile and rested my head on my hand, listening to whatever her name was drone on about square roots.

Wait... Don't I have English first?

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Really really short chapter. I'm sorry, I haven't slept in like two days, and it's finally taking its toll on me.

Xoxo, emotional-hurricane