Love Is a Losing Game // Joel Pimentel

3 | Ribbon

Chapter Three

Joel's POV

"I try my hardest to be nice to her but she's so annoying!"

"Bro. I understand you all the way. Celine is a pain."

I give him a look as if to say, "You understand my pain." and Yoandri laughs.

My eyes wander off and I see the one I hate the most sitting near my table.

Her hair was up in that stupid ribbon and I feel myself become slightly irritated at the sight of it. "I fucking hate that ribbon," I grumble.

I get up and walk over to her, making her eyes widen with anxiousness and slight panic. "Well, if isn't my favorite bitch of a nerd?"

Matthews picks at the table and I roll my eyes, pulling on the tip of the ribbon around her hair and throwing it in the trash can next to her.

"I don't want to see that stupid piece of shit in your hair anymore," I demand, watching her eyes tear up.

"That was my moms, you jerk," she mutters with tears rolling down her cheeks. "That's great. It belongs in the trash anyway," I retort.

Matthews scrambles for the ribbon in the trash and I laugh along with everyone else. She shoves it in her backpack and runs away from the laughter, tears rushing down to her neck by now.

Yoandri stares at her and then back at me. "You think you went too far?"

"Nope."

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The fifth meeting she came with her hair up and away from her face, her cheeks red, and her eyes fiery. She was wearing skinny jeans, an oversized sweater and her pair of Vans.

"Hello," I greet happily.

She simply comes in, no hint of a reply.

"Well then," I breathe out.

We go upstairs and I lead her into my room, hoping that for once she has questions of her own. Matthews opens up a notebook and starts to scribble something down.

Her full red lips part ever so slightly and I find myself actually analyzing her features for the first time. She had long thick eyelashes, her face was round but pointed at the chin. "I'm so happy to be in your presence. Maybe I can be a nerd too," I grin.

She bites her lip, hard. I laugh and shrug.

"What's wrong? Scared of the truth?"

Matthews shuts her notebook and looks up at me.

"I'm done. I know everything I need to know about you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. You're an egotistical, manipulative, control freak bully who needs to grow the fûck up."

She collects her things, zips up her backpack and leaves my room without another word.

I run after her, catching up to her just as she's about to leave. I slam the door shut, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her up against the wall, our faces so close her nose is nudging mine.

"Take. it. back."

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a/n

I hope you guys like this plot better. I do.