Both Sides ☯ h.s au

One.

2011

There was that look. The way her eyes sunk into the darkness of mine picking at anything she could find. I hated that look she had when something was off, she would stare at me like I was the last person on Earth and expect me to know what was wrong without asking. Women. Pfft. Who needs em’.

“If you would kindly stop staring at me that would be lovely”, I spoke with a soft tone yet the words seemed to cut right through her. Her expression immediately changed.

“If I would kindly stop staring, really, I’m upset and you’re not even going to ask why or anything?!” She hissed her s’s making me shiver, why I was even with this woman I will never know.

“Nope”

She scoffed, man did I hate it when she did that, she sounded like a snob… oh! Wait, she was!

“Ah, why?” she put her hands on her hips as if to take charge, only thing she can take charge of is the skank squad at her school.

“Because honestly Jemma I don’t care!”

Sitting back a bit in my chair even I was taken aback by the harsh nature of my words that ripped the tension in half and build a whole new barrier on its own.

She stands up, pushing the chair away from her with the back of her knees causing a horrible screeching sound, the library falling dead silent as she took a deep breath in, eyes turned to see her angered face, red hot with fury she began her lecture. You know the classic ‘you don’t care about me’ and the infamous reverse ‘it’s not you it’s me’ but to her it was ‘it’s not me it’s you’.

Once again proving to me that her brain is a fried potato, her heart is a rotten plum and her soul is as dead as the dinosaurs, I again questioned why I was dating her, so why not change that for good this time.

“Jemma, Jemma sweetheart let’s just lower the tone here shall we?” I reached for her hand only to have it whipped away from my grasp.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she screamed, drawing more attention to herself, not surprising at the least.

“That’s not what you were saying last night…”, I let my voice trail off, a cheeky grin emerged on my face as she readied herself for tantrum number 2.

“Harry! Why the hell would you say something like that…”, I drained her voice out. Ridding it from my mind, this bitch was just about to get what she deserves, no whoosing out this time.

She again began with her classical speech ‘you’re so immature’ and ‘you don’t care about anyone other than yourself’, oh yes because she was such a good example of caring for others.

The librarians getting to their feet, they began to make their way towards us, their eyes firm.

“Jemma, I think it’s time you sat down”

Stopping abruptly mid-sentence she swung her arms up in the air before letting them effortlessly fall to her sides, “Why?!”

“Because I think to hear something like this you’ll need to have your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times so please, sit down”, I motioned towards the chair in front of me with my head but she refused my offer. Shrugging it off I put my books into my bag, zipped it up, swung it over my shoulder and begun walking away before her voice stopped me.

“So that’s it?” She furrowed her eyebrows deep down, a confused yet still furious look on her face making me inwardly smile to myself of how melodramatic she always was.

“I offered you a seat and you didn’t take it”, I shrugged once more, hopping slightly to pull the strap of my bag up onto a higher point on my shoulder.

“And I didn’t take it so you just leave?”

Shuffling on my feet so I was now facing her head on I sighed heavily, “Well yes, I offered it to you as a kind gesture, I thought knowing your perfect big house, lots of money, football boyfriend, head cheerleader life was about to have a little detail missing but whatever, if you don’t think you need to steady yourself for such a hard hit that’s your loss”, smirking I turned to walk away nothing could change my mind now, whether she knew it or not me along with everyone else in the library got the hint, it was finally over and I was freed from her desperate grasp, as I was walking I waved my arm behind me in the air as a goodbye before grabbing the entrance door and walking out of it with a proudly.

Glancing back through the window before I got into my car I could see books flying in all directions along with the occasional chair. She’d figured it out.

That was almost 3 years ago now, a thing of the past, something I was proud of, the fact I broke the tradition of the captain of the football team dating the head cheerleader becoming prom king and queen (AS USUAL) was something I hoped all those people in the library that day learnt a lesson from, ridding yourself of evil is a million times better than living with the choice you could’ve made.

I’m 21. I’m happy. Single. Free. Living on my own in a small town called Kingsdale. Life was great and there was only one thing that could stuff that up for me.

Women.

Men. We are simple creatures. Living amongst our greatest victories and our brothers before then. Making hard and fast decisions without a second thought and eating 3 week old pizza you left in the fridge after that time you blew off a party to eat take out. Men. That’s what this world needs more of, less complicated, stressed out, PMS prone, crazy, emotional monsters they call “females”. Why did they need to ruin the word ‘male’ with their ‘fe’ at the start of it. You know what that F.E. stands for? Fanatically eccentric, meaning over enthusiastic, odd males. See. It all makes so much more sense now doesn’t it. I certainly thought so.

So far so good though, the only woman I will ever love is my mother, yep that’s right, I’m a mumma’s boy, nothing to it I guess just over the years my bad experience with women has shown me why she is the only one I’ll ever need. She lives in Canada now. She moved away not long ago with her new husband Greg, total tool but she seems to like him. After dad died I was praying for the day I could see someone make her as happy as he did, and I think Greg fill’s that hole pretty well, and as much as I feel as if I’m more alone than ever I’m glad she’s finally back to her old self.

Me on the other hand. Single pringle. The life of champions, taking on the world one step at a time at my own pace, the only thing that was stopping me now was the ridiculously huge fence at the back of my house that the neighbors built, god knows why.