I'm Not Hungry

Eight

It's him. Him. Mr. I'm Going to Lie to Your Face But Still Make You Drool Over My Delicious Abs. The one and only, Jax.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow.

"Him." Jax says simply. He we go again with the him.

I smirk at him, a small plan forming in my head. He's going to flip. I open my mouth and yell, "Ian. Get your ass over here." Jax's jaw literally drops, his mouth forming a perfect "o". I soon hear the heavy footfall of Ian. He stops and starts to laugh once he sees his friends dumbfounded look.

"Dude, you look like Nemo just told you to go fuck yourself." At this, I start laughing hysterically. Who says that?

"Well, duh! She's allowed to say your name but I can't?" Jax asks.

I get on my tippy toes and kiss Ian's cheek. "And I can do that, too." I say to the liar on the porch steps. "Yeah, be jealous."

"First, I'm not gay. Second, man I though we were going out today!"

I giggle slightly. "That sounded quite gay." (I DO NOT WISH TO OFFEND ANY BI OR GAY PEOPLE!!! I HAVE A BI FRIEND AND SHE'S THE BEST!!!)

"Again, not. Now will you go away? We have plans." He says, then mutters, "anorexic slut."

"You mother fucking liar." I wind my arm back and slap his face. The sound was entirely satisfying, being a perfect slap. Jax's hand instantly shoots up to cup his cheek.

"Wh-what? Ow...shit...that hurt. Where'd you learn to hit like that? God damn!"

I grin evilly at his reaction. "Learn your facts and control your big mouth." He rolls his eyes, still holding onto his reddening cheek. "Keep rolling your eyes. You might find your brain in there one day." With that last rude remark, I walk up the stairs and to Ian's room.

I lay down in the bed and close my eyes. Not even five minutes later I hear a car tear out of the driveway. Looks like Ian isn't spending the rest of the day with me. As I'm about to fall asleep the side of the bed dips. I keep my eyes closed so that the person thinks I'm sleeping.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of lips come in contact with my cheek. It's taking everything in me not to start reprimanding this person, who apparently thinks it's acceptable to kiss me. Hell no.

"Good night, Belle." Oh. Ian.

So he didn't leave. That's surprising. He lays down next to me and, still pretending to be asleep, I roll over and hug him. He, without any hesitation, pulls me impossibly close to his chest. Again, I drift off to sleep with a smile.

~~DREAM START~~

I'm eleven again. I look at myself in the full-length mirror. "Holy cow! Stop obsessing! It's only my brother. He's ugly anyways." My best friend mutters. "And it's only a dance-"

"Only a dance?" I cut her off. "Come on, Chev. Caleb was temporarily let out of the hospital so that he could come to this dance." I pause, then add, "With me."

Chevy rolls her eyes but finishes zipping up my dress nonetheless.  I chose a mint green, mid-thigh dress. It was sort of tight but not to the point where it's slutty.

By the time we make it to the school, the party's in full swing. I had to be dropped off by my parents because Caleb isn't supposed to see me in my dress before I arrive. Kind of like a wedding. I cautiously walk to the front doors of the school, making sure not to trip in my heels. They may be small, but they're still hell to walk in. I'm greeted by two teachers at the door.