The Reservers

Chapter 8

The Reservers Chapter 8, a romance fiction |

I received a text from Jacky, asking for us to talk after school. I figured it was finally time for her to let me in on what I didn't know about.

I told Wade and he left without me. I got into Jacky's car and she drove us to a small cafe 10 minutes away from the school.

"Do you want anything?" She asked me after we sat down.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

I waited as she went in line to pay for hers. I stared at my phone, reading the three texts I received since last night over and over again. Who could they be from? Maybe Jacky could tell me. She seemed worried when I mentioned it earlier that morning. Hopefully she had all the answers I needed.

After a few more minutes, she finally came back with a cup of coffee and sat down across from me.

"So, where should I start?" She asked but I didn't answer. I figure it was a rhetorical question.

"I used to wear my hair straight, you know. Dyed black and straight, when I was still with them." She told me.

I had no idea what that had to do with anything but I let her continue. I was a good listener afterall.

"There was always this need to be perfect. To have the best of everything and that's exactly how it was. We did everything together. Travel, vacations, parties, and so much more. We were inseparable." She chuckled, before taking a slow sip of her drink.

I suddenly regretted not getting one for myself. I had a feeling this would take longer than I had imagined.

"We thought we were invincible but even kids have to grow up some time. We had money, the looks, we were lucky and I thought I was happy, well as happy as I could be"

She held a far away look on her face, as if she was recalling memories and events that happened long ago. "But we weren't perfect at all, Leah. We were...mean, and selfish, and we abused our families fortune and prestige."

She was telling me a lot of general stuff and I guess that was needed but I needed more. I needed specifics. I needed to know why.

"Samuel and I used to date."

"What?" I blinked.

She chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it doesn't seem obvious but I was different then and we complimented each other. Then again, he wasn't as much of an asshole as he is today. A lot of things changed ."

"But you and Juan-," I started before she interrupted.

She grinned. "Yes, Juan. Like I said, I thought I was happy. I thought everything was great , and then he came along."

I had a feeling the most interesting part was about to be revealed and I was all ears.

"Over a year ago, in the beginning of summer, I was still in good terms with them. Juan had moved to The Palms earlier that semester and just like with your brothers, he bumped heads with us. He saw the things we did, doing whatever we wanted and getting away with it in school and out of school. We were a close knit, a secret circle you could say but it never stopped others from wanting to be our friends, so to try to impress us they would do things for us, things that could get them in trouble. Lauren, I'm sure you've met is one of them."

I nodded, remembering the girl who magically appeared with passes to get me out of Mr. Hung's class.

"Juan was one of the first to call us out on it in, right in the middle of the cafeteria. The way we treated people, thinking we were better than everyone and basically calling us everything I told you before, rich and spoiled, and a bunch of other terms I'll never forget. Immediately, Jensen disliked him, we all did, including me at first. So we made things hard for him. Well, not us but we had people do things to him, make his life hell you could say. What Juan didn't know was that we had a lot of people on our side, willing to do things for us. It started off with simple things, just to scare him a little. Changing his grades on the computer system, messing with his locker and even finding ways to get him suspended. But he never stopped stating his opinion of us. We've never had someone talk to us the way he had and we didn't like it at all so we bumped it up a notch. We had his car vandalized, to a point where it was irrep-,"