A Tragic Love Story

Chapter Three

Josie's POV

I laughed at the childish Disney movie, stuffing fries into my mouth. I glanced over at Caleb a couple of times and always found him staring at me. I was cuddled in his arms like normal but this time was... different.

"What you starin' at weirdo?" I asked, only half way paying attention. I expected to get an answer like "a lil pineapple" or "my best friend." I got a different answer though... very unexpected. 

"A beautiful girl," he sighed. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. He was staring at me with those bright blue eyes of his. "Josie I have to te-" he got out before I whacked him with a pillow, dying of laughter. I did this to avert the conversation from wherever it was going.

He jumped on top of me and started to tickle my legs. "THIS MEANS WAR!" I whisper screamed, trying not to wake his sleeping house. I climbed on top of him and started to poke his chest and stomach. I was laughing uncontrollably when he flipped me over. I expected him to tickle my sides, like normal. Instead he just sat there, staring at my eyes.

"I love you Josie," he whispered, never breaking eye contact.

"I love you too, buttface," I let out, still playing around. I was expecting him to climb off of me, laughing. Once again I was surprised. He wasn't laughing, nor climbing off of me. He sat there staring, with a cute smirk on his face.

Before I knew it, we were kissing. I was taken aback, but I wasn't mad. I wasn't thinking about anything, before I remembered who it was. I quickly pushed him off.

"Oh god what did I do wrong? I'm so sorry Josie," he said, getting off of me and pacing his room.

"I gotta go," I said under my breath. I grabbed my shoes and quickly put them on. I opened his window to the chilly air and started to climb out. I heard him call after me, but I continued to climb out of his room. 

"Josie wait," he said while grabbing a firm grasp onto my arm. I looked at him, trying to avoid all eye contact.

Why did he do this? Was it just for the dare? Am I just a little pawn? These thoughts were rushing through my head, yet no words were coming out of my mouth. I finally managed to sputter out "I really gotta go," before feeling his grip loosen. I climbed down the fig tree and walked home. I turned around and found him sticking halfway out of his window, staring at me. I waved before sneaking back in. I've wanted this this I was seven. Why did I feel like he didn't love me back?

Caleb's POV 

I'm an idiot. I'm such a freaking idiot. Why did I kiss her? What good would come out of it? I mean she could love me back and be the mother of my children, but that's besides the point. I was lying in bed when I got a text.

Lil Pineapple: Hey. I can't sleep.....

Me: Same. Look I'm sorry about the kiss...... Idk what came over me. I get it if you don't feel the same

Lil Pineapple: Can I ask you something?

Me: Of course

Lil Pineapple: What was the bet Alexa was talking about?

Me: Just a stupid game the team made up. I'm not even playing tbh

Lil Pineapple: Oh k. I'ma go to sleep. Night bestf

Me: Night my lil pineapple. Love you

"Read 1:43 a.m."

I turned my phone off and replayed the night in my head. Well mainly the kiss. I know that wasn't her first kiss, because her first kiss was in 6th grade. With me. We were in the lunchroom, just 11 years old when a group of boys wouldn't stop messing with us. They kept asking if we were dating and saying we should fuck. I, being a rebel, grabbed her face and kissed her. I remember the look on her adorable face when it happened. She was about to puke. I still make fun of her to this day.

I drifted off to sleep, smiling at the thought of Josie. MY Josie.

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Josie's POV

I was standing in my driveway when I got a text from Brittany. 

Wifey: Sorry babes I'm sick and I'm not goin to school. Luv u!

Great. Just great. Caleb was already gone because he had soccer practice, and my parents were at work. That only left one option. My brother. I walked back into our suburban middle-class two story house and found my brother, sitting on the couch, scrolling through some girl's Instagram. I hated my brother. My hatred for him was inflated right now, ever since the incident with the spoon.

"What the fuck do you want? Aren't you supposed to be gone by now?" he questioned. It took every muscle in my body not to sock him in his nose.

"Um can I have a ride to school? Brittany is sick," I quietly asked. He still had his back turned to me, still scrolling through the half-naked girl's profile. He grunted and got up.

"Fine. I ain't given you one home. You can walk your ass home for all I care," he barked, spitting in my face. I nodded and climbed into his truck. I was silent the whole ride there. As soon as I got out, some boy started messing with me.

"Hey mami why don't you back that fine ass up?" he said, trying his best at smooth talk. Before I knew it, my brother was choking the boy out.

"Don't you ever fucking touch, look, or even THINK about my lil' sister. If I hear you even glance at her, I'll fuckin murder your white ass. Understand?" Jose yelled, attracting a crowd.

"Bro I..., I'm sorry.... it... it was just.... a.... just a joke," the boy stuttered. I couldn't help but give a little smile. Faculty were now running towards the debacle, and Jose got off of the scared Senior. He walked back to his truck, not before turning around and showing his gun. I gasped, forgetting he even had one.

"I'll kill you!" he yelled before driving off. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Well, that was.... interesting.