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••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• •Song:Jealousy-Blackbear• "Jealousy, It's one hell of a drug I couldn't see, You was my queen I couldn't love." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
1
Jocelyn looked across the Derry High School baseball field at Victor Criss, a tall, bleach blonde haired boy who she knew all too well. She kissed her three middle fingers and blew it towards him, then brought her hand up and curled her fingers to wave at him. The girl sent him a wink and twirled her hair with her other hand. She rocked back and forward on her toes, then chewed carefully on her bottom lip. She saw him run his tongue across his lips and then his mouth form into a wide grin, filled with ecstasy. "Jocelyn!" The PE teacher, Mr Henland, yelled, catching her attention, "it's your turn to pitch!" She sighed heavily and brought her shoulders up, then down as she did so. She shuffled over to the The pitching square with a disappointed look on her face. "But Sir, I'm useless at pitching!" Jocelyn protested, she brought her arms up and them back down sharply and stamped her right foot hard on the dry ground, creating a small cloud of dusty mud to disperse into the air not far below her knees. She heard a giggle from a few of the surrounding students and recognised one to be that of Victor Criss. She narrowed her bright eyes at him and quickly raised her middle finger to him, making sure to cover it from the side with her hand to avoid a yell from Mr. Henland. The teacher sighed and rubbed the sides of his bald head soothingly, "Okay, let's pair up and practice pitching. Jocelyn, seen as in you are so incapable, you can go with Anthony." Mr Henland said and pointed toward the school's best sportsman -and favoured student by many- Anthony Hopkins. The teacher went on to pair the other students up, leaving Victor with an irritating, foul-mouthed boy she knew to be called Richard Tozier. She saw disappointment and disgust arise on Victor's face as the dark, curly haired boy approached him. Jocelyn saw Victor's eyes redirect to her, as she walked quickly toward Anthony Hopkins, arguably the most popular boy in school. Victor had heard from Gretta Bowie that Anthony was 'the most gorgeous boy in school', leaving Victor more than a little irritated. His fists clenched into tight balls and his eyes flamed with fury. "Hey Jocelyn." Anthony smiled. As he spoke, he threw the ball he was holding up in the air and caught it with the same hand, whilst his focus remained on her. "Are you a lefty or a righty?" He asked with a chuckle, causing her to giggle also at the abbreviation. "Lefty." She said confidently. Jocelyn brought her left hand into the air and waved it a couple of times. Anthony was unsure why, but he felt that the simple fact made her a little more —unique. "Well, if you'd like to step right up, I'll teach you how to..." He brought his hands up and motioned them outwards as if presenting a billboard to her, "pitch like a b*tch." She giggled at his ridiculous slogan, causing a look of death from across the field from Victor. He felt a growing, burning jealousy in the pit of his stomach and grunted in anger. Richie Tozier, who stood a couple of feet away from the blonde boy (for safety reasons, as he himself would put it), threw the ball he was holding up in the air, attempting to mimic the actions of Anthony Hopkins, but was stunned by the thick rays of sun as he looked upwards and lost sight of the ball. It landed on the flat, pale surface of his forehead a moment later. He cursed under his breath and rubbed the place where it had landed and left a small, pink circle on his freckled skin. Despite this, he bent to the ground and grasped the white leather sphere, his finger tips brushed over the red stitching. Once stood straight again, he threw the ball in the air multiple more times and examined his partner. "What the f*ck is wrong with you dude? You look like you're about to kill someone." Richie commented with a lighthearted chuckle, only realising the mistake he'd make once Victor turned to him with a malicious stare and continued to breathe heavily. "Shut your damn mouth Tozier!" He growled and pointed his finger aggressively at the smaller boy. Richie, for the first time in his life, did shut his damn mouth and backed away from the teen who seemed unnecessarily angry given the circumstances. He found himself staring inquisitively over at the girl who held Victors attention. The both of them observed as Anthony stood directly behind Jocelyn and placed his large hand over her smaller one, where the ball they shared was placed. Victor's biceps clenched rhythmically, out of fury. Someone else was touching his girl and he didn't like it one bit. Had it been anyone but the Hopkins family's youngest son, Victor would've stormed over there and beat the life out of anyone who touched Jocelyn, but it was more than likely that it would be Victor who would leave lifeless. Anthony placed his hand under her forearm and raised it slightly, allowing her to create a 45 degree angle for her throw. He stepped a backwards from her a little, "so when you throw it," he said, making sure he had her attention, "you need to lift your opposite leg for extra leverage." He slapped his thigh to demonstrate it to her, "like this." Anthony lifted his leg and motioned the movement he was referring to. She nodded attentively and attempted the movement herself. He smiled at her clumsy actions and reoccupied his position behind her. Unlike Victor, Jocelyn -or her partner- thought nothing bad of Anthony's grip on her leg and arm in an attempt to get her into the correct stance. Once satisfied he spoke clearly to her. "Right, you're all set. When you're ready, take a deep breath and launch it." She did as he said and sent her arm forward forcefully. The ball glided through the warm, summer air quickly, a wide grin forming on both her and Anthony's faces. "You're a natural!" He chuckled and clapped his hands together, "you didn't even need my help." He raised his hand to her and she high-fived it, the both of them giggling loudly. Jealousy accompanied Victor's blood when it rushed through his surging veins. He growled slightly as he breathed heavily, his darkened eyes never slipping away from Jocelyn. Richie stood behind him, squinting through his magnifying glasses. The rest of the students across the field lazily tossed the ball to each other, while the teacher rummaged in his pockets for any remotely packeted chocolates he could find. Mr Henland retrieved a Cadbury's caramello chocolate bar from the deep pouch on the front of his navy joggers and examined it for a second, before peeling the rapper away and stuffing it back into the pocket it had come from. He took a blissful bite into it and within a matter of seconds, the whole bar was gone. He rubbed his -now sticky- hands together twice and then took a large intake of the humid, summer air. "Class! Come back to the middle..." He looked at his watch —20 minutes left, "and we'll have a final match." Jocelyn happily strolled over to her original position, while Victor stomped to his. She looked over to him and gave him a grin, but revived nothing from his stone-cold facial features. She frowned, unsure of what she possibly could have done to upset him, but quickly dropped the matter from her mind when she was called up to pitch. I will discuss it with him later, she thought.
2
"Victor!" Jocelyn yelled, sending her voice echoing down the empty hallway towards the boy who was walking out of the door in the middle of the crowd. Unable to hear her, he continued strolling toward his friends, who were already stood by Belch Huggins' car outside of school. She jogged to catch up with Victor, but soon lost sight of him when his bright-blonde hair disappeared easily into the swarming students. She passed blurs of dark green lockers as she ran, finding herself stood alone in the large doorway of Derry High School. Jocelyn saw that Belch's car was no longer there and sighed deeply. The disappointed girl slowed to a walk and made her way out of school, as her feet dragged across the concrete steps. She descended onto the dusty, gravel ground and felt a large hand grip over her mouth. Jocelyn grabbed the arm of her attacker and let out a muffled squeal. Her heart was pounding in her chest and terror bubbled in her stomach. "Relax Jocelyn, it's just me." She heard a whisper from behind her, immediately calming her down. She was spun round to meet the face of Victor Criss and immediately smacked her hand against his arm. "What the f*ck Victor! You could've given me a heart attack!" Jocelyn yelled and pushed him backwards slightly by his broad shoulders. He let out a chuckle and pressed his right, index finger to her lips and shushed her. She looked at him with a frown. If there was anything Jocelyn hated, it was being told what to do. "I just needed to ask you something." Victor stated, immediately causing her anger to be replaced by curiosity. She gave him a nod, urging him to continue. "Do you have a thing going on with Anthony Hopkins?" He raised an eyebrow as he spoke. "No I do not. But why would it matter to you anyway? We're not even together Victor, you don't own me." She narrowed her eyes at the blonde boy, who was startled by her sudden outburst. Honestly, he knew that she was right in what she said, but didn't dare admit it. He was too astonished to reply to her, so she continued, "friends with benefits comes with no strings. We agreed that both of us could do whatever we want, whenever we want with whoever we want." Despite her harsh tone, she felt a tinge of guilt for snapping at Victor. She would never tell him either, but she often felt jealousy overcome her emotions when she saw him with other girls. Jocelyn saw the glum look in his eyes and was discouraged from continuing. She sighed and stroked a hand through his hair, before stepping forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry for yelling at you Vic." She exhaled a long, quivering breath, "I feel it too." She whispered, bringing her hand down to his cheek. "I get jealous too." Jocelyn gave him a small smile and another soft peck. He smiled back at her with loving eyes. "I want you to be my only person, Jocelyn. I want me to be your only one." He spoke passionately, a side of him she had never seen before. She felt her pumping heart skip a beat, while he felt a flutter of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. Jocelyn nodded happily and the both of them leaned in once again.
