The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|44: Like my two-year-old converse

We spent the hours by talking about ourselves. We missed too much on each other, and right now's the time to catch up, yep, right here in detention.

So, we were talking about how he lived in California, when he studied at home because he can't and won't go out their house-he's really an introvert just like me, that's why we got along too well.

I told him about my boring life. Our topics changed to our friends, and most important, how Jake had told him about his going to Uni in England.

"God, I can't believe he's going to leave us." He shook his head. "He's really stupid, to let you go like that."

"What do you mean?" My mind wandered to what he says. Jake is leaving because his father wants him to, and I know it's his dream to prove to his father that he can be whatever he wants to be. And he decided to become a businessman, so he can takeover their-whatever business they have-someday.

"He isn't stupid, he's doing what is right. And he's not letting go, he can or we can visit." I told him with a smirk, and a deep furrow formed in his brow.

"Cool." He whispered.

I glance at the watch, the hands said it's Eleven-thirty. Almost time for lunch. I'll just wait for the next bell to ring.

"Wanna go grab a meal?" He offered and I shook my head. I fidgeted my fingers with the edge of the desk. What if Alicia-a.k.a. his girlfriend sees us? No, it would be awkward.

Why would it be? He's your bestfriend?!

"Go ahead." I told him.

"Well, I'm going to go grab something, I will buy you a snack." He said, smiling, my heart faltered for minutes before I recovered and answered him in a shrug. He nodded, standing up and walking out the room, whistling.

Later on, he went back with biscuits, two apples, orange juice, two slices of pizza and a bottle of soda. "Let's eat." He said and I smiled at him sheepishly, embarrassed that I forgot to give him money for my meal.

"How much was it? Let me pay you." I said as I retrieve my money from my back pocket. He grabbed my hands and held it tightly.

"No, need. Now can we please just eat?"

"Oh, sure. Thanks, by-the-way." And we ate in silence. I'm still uncomfortable when someone spends their money on me. Just like when my bestfriends bought me things. I'm really thankful and I appreciate it, but still, I'm super-embarrassed. Not that I'm poor, just that, I'm not really a huge spender, and I'd rather use money on useful, important, long-term things like my college fund, or funds for a new car, a house, or like my two-year-old converse. Things like that.

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Hours passed by and we were walking down the hallway to get my unused books in my locker, when I suddenly remembered the flowers inside of it. Oh, shit. Those would have been limp by now. Poor thing. Knowing that there were only two person who truly knows my favorite flower, I started asking Brandon.

"Hey, ahh..did you happen to buy me a bouquet of flowers?" I asked him, shyly.

"Ah...Nope." He shook his head. "No, not really."

"Oh, yeah?" I can easily tell if he's lying. He won't look me in the eyes, and he keeps on moving. Yes. Because he passed on his locker.

"I knew it!" I yelled, which causes hundreds of eyes to glance our way.

"What?" He asked stopping in front of my locker. I opened it, pointing at the flowers inside, they don't seem to look limp or dead. Instead, they're still fresh and pretty and alive. He seemed to be pretending like he wasn't the one who put those flowers there. I knew it. Because he knew my passcode, my grandma's birthday.

"Okay!" He shouted in surrender, but finally whispered and hissed his next words. "Okay, I bought those for you, are you happy now?" He hissed, really pissed at me. I laughed at him as I got the flowers out the locker.

"It's lovely." I smelled it and it's perfect. "Wait," I paused. I suddenly remember when Jake and I went on a date, and he got me white roses too..Wait...

"You..you told Jake that this is my favorite flower." I smiled at him, knowing he can't lie to me.

"Uhmmm..yeah..I did."

"You still remember."

"How could I forget those? Grandma let's us help her pick her white roses from her backyard." I smiled at the thought that he still remember that great memories of the good old days.

We walked to the parking lot, and I'm sure that Courtney was a real no-show today. I wonder where Kate and Millie is?

"Oh, I gotta go. See you." I smiled before leaving him. And where's Jake? Why the hell they weren't in school?

"Hey!" He shouted from behind. I turned around and saw him catching up to me. His blonde hair, moving as he jog to where I am.

"Did you forget something?" I said, my hands still clutching the white roses on my chest. He shook his head and offered his hand.

"Come, I'll take you home." He said with a smile that his blue eyes were twinkling.

"Uhm..what about you're girlfriend?"

"Oh, we broke up." He said, smirking. My face frowned and my mouth hang open in shock. What was he thinking? Breaking a poor girl's heart. Did he really think I would push down my guards and let him inside?

"Was it because of me? Because if it was, I'm sorry. I'd rather still be bestfriends with you." He put his hands on his heart, mocking a fake hurt while his eyes were googly and sad.

"Ouch." Then he pull out his phone and pushed it towards my face, a photo of a blonde-haired girl flashes on the screen. She's with Brandon.

"Ah..who is that?"

"My new girlfriend...Nicole." He picked another photo and showed it to me again. This one, the girl is in a bikini, behind her was a huge pool, that looked familiar. Oh, yes. Really familiar. Because it was taken in Brandon's Mansion.

"Oh, yeah. She's pretty...and hot?" I whispered the last word. Why do I get a feeling that this isn't going to be good?

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. I should be the one saying that to myself, not the other way around. I'm the one who's really hurt about this, and he's treating girls like they're toys. He's changed, he's changed a lot.

What am I going to do? All I did was stare at him, stare at his beautiful handsome face and stare. Just stare. I don't know what else to say or do.

So I turned around, running away from him. I think I heard him call me a few times, but I never looked back until I got inside the bus, that's when all the tears fell from my eyes.

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