I Don't Date Stupid ✓

8: "He'd Still Be Alive."

"DEXTER!!!!" I shout as I speed walk through the corridors trying to find the bastard that dare do this. I have to push nerd after nerd out of my way because of the - and to quote Mr Johnson - the ruckus Jesse has caused that's all over the school, particularly the halls.

I find him on his way to the guy's locker room, thank god I found him before he actually went in there. That could've been horrible. But that's beside the point.

I tap his shoulder and address him in a low growl, "Jesse."

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asks with fake innocence.

"What did you do?"

"I think you know quite well what I did. It's everywhere."

"I'm fucking aware, Dexter! How did you even find that stuff, more importantly, why?"

"I wanted to find out how you were cheating, and I did. But it turns out you weren't cheating on the challenge. You were cheating on your boy Joe over in California."

My heart drops. I don't want to think about him. About it.

"How did you even find out about him?"

"Word gets around, love. Did you really expect people not to find out about him when you tell Roxy and Scarlett everything? Scarlett tells her brother everything as you know, and Blake tells the whole team," he gestures to the locker rooms. "In there. And guess who's on the team? Me. Word gets around, love. You can't stop it."

"Right, but I can stop you."

"Unlikely, the whole story of how you were cosy with Joel-"

"Joe," I correct impatiently.

"Whatever. The whole story of you dating Joe, then coming over here and starting to date Jack is littered throughout the campus of Manhattan High. Dang, KT. With all those 'J's anyone would think you had a type! Hope you don't come after me." I'll choose to ignore that comment I think.

"I broke up with Joe. We're over, we're done, dead, finished, finito. Whatever you want to call it, we're not together anymore." I wouldn't want to be. I didn't want to be.

"Not according to his recent picture on Instagram." He shows me a picture of me and Joe on his phone. It shows me right after I jumped on Joe, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist with his hands on my thighs. I remember this photo, we were at the beach with his brother and sister and that's when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes because I had never really felt wanted like that before, it was always one night stands and summer flings. The fact that someone wanted me around for more than a month just made me so happy. Little did I know what would go on to happen. I was so goddamn naïve.

The photo has the caption, '#tbt wishing my baby all the best in New York xxx'. Fucking hell, what a loser.

"He didn't even tag me, how was I supposed to know?"

"Because he posted this on Facebook," he says and taps a few things on his phone before showing me the same picture with a different caption, 'Missing you! Xx Katrina Fox' I am not missing him, not one bit.

"Well, I ignore Facebook so I wouldn't have seen that."

"Yes, well, I know you use Twitter," he says like a child trying to one-up his friend.

"Yes, and?" I'm getting increasingly frustrated by this boy. But he doesn't say anything just does some more stuff on his phone and brings up a tweet I saw a few days ago. 'Miss you loads, come back soon! Xxx @KTFox71' I will not be coming back anytime soon, I can promise you that.