LaMelo Ball - By Ari

Fifteen

Sunday was a blur and another school-filled week arrived, having me dreading every moment that was to come. Nelly didn't talk about the party to me and I didn't mind at all, wanting to forget every single little thing that happened that night myself. I tried not to think about the party but it was hard since I saw LaMelo so many times during the day, the sight of him reminding me over and over of what he did. When he walked me to my classes, I acted like nothing had even happened between us, despite how hard it was to not throw hands with him. He still had no idea that I felt so betrayed by him.

The soft breeze that tickled my face cooled me off as I stood in my school's courtyard, watching LaMelo as he picked the petals off a dainty flower he had plucked from the ground beneath him. It was quiet between us but it wasn't awkward, thankfully. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets and studied the lanky boy's long limbs as he rested on a stone bench in front of me. The simple sounds of nature around us filled the empty conversation.

"This is way better than class," LaMelo smiled to himself and glanced back at the school behind us. "And you look pretty today."

I scoffed and sat down on the bench next to him, our legs instantly leaning against each other with the scent of his cologne slightly annoying me. "Hah. Today."

"You look pretty all the time," he stuttered quickly and side-eyed me, still fidgeting with the flower he had been picking at. "I just meant you look even prettier."

Giggling, I felt disgusted with myself because of my fake ass laugh. God, it was so hard to not say something. Yell at him. Throw a fit. I wanted to confront his unfaithful ass about this because it was eating me alive that I was acting like nothing even happened. But shockingly, I still wanted him. A part of me hadn't stopped liking him and I hated myself for it.

Both of us looked off into the distance while I allowed LaMelo to plant a soft kiss on my cheek, the touch of his lips still lingering on my skin. It seemed like every time he simply kissed me, it almost burned. Those lips had been on someone else while he knew damn well it was wrong.

"Hey, so...I meant to ask you something," his voice sounded like he was questioning himself but he had scooped up the courage to get the words out.

I turned my head to face him and caught contact with his beautiful, hopeful chocolate eyes. My heart fluttered and I wanted to throw up at the same exact time.

"You know how the winter dance is coming up in, like, a week or so...?"

The breath I was holding in released, a little relieved that he was only asking me about some stupid dance. I knew where this was going to go, he was going to want me to go with him and we were going to have the greatest time ever and I was to forget about the whole ordeal. I raised my eyebrows to silently tell him that I knew about the dance and he kept going.

"So I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go with me."

I turned my head away from him and gazed straight ahead, observing a janitor or someone who works for the school mowing about a hundred yards away, the noise it was making sounding faint. I almost didn't answer his question because I was so lost in my train of thought, feeling myself jolt when he put his hand on my shoulder to pull me back into reality.

"What's up with you?" he demanded, clearly a little annoyed. My eyebrows scrunched up as my eyes narrowed at his tone. "You've been acting so weird lately."

Shit.

"Nothing's up with me," I insisted and pulled my shoulder away a little, his hand peeling from my skin slowly. "And yes, I'll go to the dance with you."

"Tell me what's wrong with you."

I grinded my teeth together inside of my mouth uncomfortably. I didn't want to confront him now, I suddenly felt like I wasn't ready.

"For the last time, nothing's wrong with me," I said a little too sharply.

"Yeah fucking right. First, you kicked me out of your house and now you're acting like such a bitch."

My eyes widened at his words. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I've tried everything in my power to make you forget about that stupid party and I've been so nice-"

"Don't act like you're just such an angel!" My voice was raising and I could tell that what's been on my mind for the last few days was inching towards the tip of my tongue, which scared me.

"Cori, what are you talking about?" LaMelo suddenly stood from the bench, making me do the same angrily. "Explain to me what I could have possibly done!"

I was now seething with rage. How could he just lie to my fucking face and say how innocent he was when he was just some unfaithful asshole?

I then wiped the frown off my face and turned it into a slutty smirk, batting my eyelashes over dramatically. I could see the confusion on Melo's face as my whole act changed.

"Oh, my sweet and sexy ex-boyfriend, will you touch me?" My voice was menacing and hurtful but I didn't give a flying fuck. As soon as my words spilled out past my lips like water, a look of guilt flooded LaMelo's eyes and I instantly turned my back on him and fast-walked towards the door to the school, trying to take deep breaths.

"Cori...!" I felt his large hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around, having me struggling out of his grip. "I'm-"

"Fuck off!" I was close to screaming as I felt tears sting my eyes.

No.

Don't cry.

"Cori, I'm so sorry," I barely recognized his voice, it was so soft and dried out with shock and sadness, but I still didn't care. He cut me deeper than he could ever know, he crossed the line by a fucking mile.

I could hardly speak as I ripped away from him and reached for the door handle again, but I was, sure enough, stopped.

"Please listen to me..." LaMelo choked out and my eyebrows shot up. Was he crying? You've got to be kidding me!

"Save the water works!" I growled. "I was so stupid for trusting some stupid rich asshole whose ego is so fucking large, I'm shocked that it could fit in the entire school!"

Silence.

"Not only did you have the nerve to hook up with some other bitch, but you hooked up with fucking Nevaeh Whitmarsh?! Have a little respect for yourself, for God's sake! That hoe has been on more fucking wieners than Heinz ketchup!"

More silence.

"And another thing," My breaths were large with rage as I looked down at bony ass hand that was still wrapped around my forearm. "Fucking eat something. Please!"

I flung open the door and stormed inside, leaving LaMelo standing out there, speechless.

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Two things:
1 - Sorry it took me so long to update; I had some pretty bad writer's block and I've been in the process of my trip back home.

2 - SHE DRAGGED HIS ASSSSSSS LMAO