𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

9. reunion,

no smut

Why are high school reunions so important? Like, going to my old high school, traveling 24 hours to do so, just to be surrounded by people i hated when i was growing up. But it was on my way to New York to apply fake tattoo's on Vin Diesel for a movie. That was what i was excited about.

I'm really not looking forward to all the 'you're so thin!' remarks. Back in the days, yes i was fat. Now i look like I've been skinny all my life. Went from a size 20, to a size 6 within so and so years of working out every single day.

I have a fantastic career in LA, being a tattoo artist and occasionally piercings if Mark isnt working. It's been 15 years since i've last been home, so I'm 33 years old. Old as hell. I don't have kids, nor do i have a boyfriend or husband. No one in LA ever sticks, but i don't care, who does?

Central high, my most hated school I've ever gone to. I seemed off, everyone's eyes were on my Range Rover as i pulled into a parking space. My heart started to pound, knowing everyone could see me. I ran a hand through my hair one more time and slipped on my sunglasses, it got darker a lot later here in Omaha, then grabbed my bag and stepped out.

Everyone was in dresses and formal wear, yet here i was in ripped jeans that showcased my tattooed legs, a 'mesh' top that showed off more tattoos and heels that were a lot more 'punk' than the ladies there. Everyone seemed to stop and take a good look at me, which made me nervous. My teeth started to play with the two lip rings tightly hugging my lips, but I remembered I had lipstick on and stopped.

At the door, I recognized the high school football quarterback Jack Gilinsky holding the door. He went from smiling at some random couple, to his eyes widening at me. "Hello- holy fucking shit, Becca? Becca Landrum?" i smiled nervously and nodded my head, pushing my glasses atop my head. Jack's jaw dropped as his eyes ran over me, head to toe, three times.

"You look amazing! You even got tattoos and so many piercings!" he stepped forward and took me into a strong embrace. He was still the same Jack Gilinsky every girl dreamed about in High School. Except his muscles were bigger, he was taller but his voice was still deep as fuck. I hugged him back lightly, i mean this is the first time i spoke even one word to him. Back in the day it would've been mortifying to try to strike a conversation with him.

When he pulled away he looked me over again and then smiled. "Come on in, there are already so many people here." a nervous chuckle fell from my lips and i slowly started to walk inside behind him.

The old gym was now strung up with half assed party decorations, there was a disco ball and a DJ? My eyes rolled, this was going to be a waste of time. The further i walked, the more eyes fell on me and the more uncomfortable I got. My mind was used to stares from the fat I used to carry, not ones of 'holy shit, lets fuck'. I just wasn't used to it.

Jack led me up to a large group of guys and girls, all ranging from suits to their old letterman jackets. I threw mine away, it reminded me of bad times. "My boys!" Jack said, taking every single one of them into a hug. My eyes locked with a bar and I instantly moved towards it, thanking god for alcohol.

The man poured me two patron shots, and then smiled at me. "Rebecca Landrum, never thought i would see you again." i was moving to walk away, but a deep voice that i recognized filled my body with dread. When come face to face with the deep voice, Sammy Wilk was standing there, his hands shoved in his tux pocket. His jaw flew open when he saw me.

My mind moved my hand and i downed both shots, not really wanting to deal with the person i hated the most in school. He made my life a living hell, and i don't think i was going to thank him or forgive him for that. "You've been absent for a whole fifteen years," he stepped closer but I scoffed.