Queen Anns Lace

Chapter 3

\     I cried myself to sleep that night. I'm not really sure why. Oh, wait. That's right! I was VIOLATED by my crushes' BROTHER!

     The next morning, I walked up to Jack. "Listen..." I started. Hesitating for a moment, I finally finished with "He forced himself on me."

     Jack stared at me blankly, then said "That's lame. I thought you were BETTER then girls like Ashley." I stared down at my feet, deflating. He continued. "If you like my brother, then fine. I just don't want you to lie about it. Don't tell me he FORCED himself on you when you were kissing him back."

     Anger flashed through me. "I WASN'T KISSING HIM BACK!" I cried out indignantly. He snorted, then turned away. I looked down, tears filling my eyes. "Well, then." I said. I spun on my  heel and ran toward the bathroom, my old, worn green Chucks slapping against the floor. I spun into a stall, and slammed it shut, Locking it, I threw my head into my hands. I sunk to the ground, letting my hot, large tears falling down. I opened the door, then peered around. Noting that the bathroom was empty, I slipped out. I looked at myself in the large mirror, then started singing to myself.

     "Say what you me-ean, tell me I'm right, and let the sun rain down on meee..." I started sobbing again, breaking up the song. "M-Mona Li-" I choked on the words, not being being able to go on.

     *Jacks P.O.V.*

     I felt guilt flood through me as I watched her run out the door. I instantly kicked it out. Why shold I feel bad that some girl kissed my brother and pretended that he FORCED hinself on her? That she got upset because I said otherwise?   

     Derek walked in, and glanced around. "So," he started. "Where's Kass?"

     I felt jealousy flood through me. "Oh, so now you're using a NICKNAME for her?" I asked, clearly outraged. He looked taken aback, as though he had expected me to tell him kindly. I almost spit in his face.

     "Where...is...she?" he asked slowly.

     "I don't know." I replied. "She got her panties in a knot. Ran off, probably to the bathroom." 

     "Why didn't you go after her?" he asked angrily.

     "She's not my girlfriend." I replied. "Why don't you go after her?" His eyes flased, then he ran off.

     Realizing what I had just done, I muttered "Crap." and went to go search for her. I hoped I could find her before Derek did.

     I found her five minutes later, her mascara smeared down her face. She was fast asleep in the up position, and her mouth was open. I smiled to myself before reaching down and throwing her over my shoulder. She groaned, and I groaned as well. "You're heavier then you look." I moaned. She just grunted ad kicked me. I almost dropped er on purpose, but I caught her. She moaned and groaned in pain. "Sorry sweet cheeks." I muttered. "No time for heavy weights." I waited for a moment before adding in "That kick me." for good measure.