Mend My Heart (Currently being edited)

Mend My Heart: Chapter 4

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School. The worst part of a teenager's existence. Or at least, most of them. I go to Saint Bartholomew’s, a private school if you couldn’t tell. Jake was a pretty big deal at school. He was popular due to his basketball, football and track skills, and of course his winning personality. Me, on the other hand, was just pretty average.

Once Jake was gone, no one gave me a second’s thought. Not even my “friends”  talked to me much. The occasional “hey, how’s it hanging?” didn’t really count as real friend conversation to me, so I minded my own business and breezed my way through school, trying to lose myself completely in my school work.

Pro: I now have straight A’s.

Con: My boyfriend is still dead.

Pro: I can probably get into any college I wanted.

Con: My boyfriend is STILL dead.

This particular day was really shitty. I sat down at lunch and plopped down with my trig book and notepad. Ugh, trig. I hated it.

I opened my paper bag and pulled out a bag of carrots. Mmm…I’d always loved carrots for some reason. My mother used to joke that that was the reason I had eyes like a hawk. Because I ate too many carrots.

I was just about to eat my carrots when I heard Jake’s name. I stiffened. The table behind me was talking about him.

“Who gives a shit about Jake! The guy is dead! We’re better off without him anyway. All he did was suck up all the fucking glory.”

I turned around, fuming. Mitch. The asshole on the basketball team with the biggest ego I have ever seen in my whole life. Of course, now that Jake was gone, he can declare himself the head bitch in charge. Not on my watch.

He was sitting with a couple guys and girls. Clearly, the popular table.

The blonde sitting next to him elbowed him and nodded towards me. Mitch looked at me. I stood up and walked towards him.

He glared at me as if I had done something wrong. “Do you have a problem?”

“You’re my fucking problem asshole.”

The whole cafeteria was silent by now. You could hear a mouse fart it was so damn quiet. All eyes rested on us two. I could feel the tension, the excitement. They were all expecting a fight. Hell, they were hoping for a fight. Well, they wouldn't be disappointed.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Mitch asked, also getting up and standing right in front of me. “You don’t have your asshole boyfriend here to defend you anymore."

He barely finished his sentence. I punched him straight in the nose. When I heard it break, I didn’t even wince. He deserved it. He hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, blood spurting onto his white Aeropostle t-shirt.

“Don’t ever talk about Jake like that again! You aren’t even half the man he was! Fuck, you’re not even a man, you’re a little boy trying to play tough. Well, it doesn’t work on me asshole. And here’s a news flash for you: I never needed Jake to defend me. I can hold my own, thanks, you sexist pig! And I hope you burn in hell because you were supposed to be his friend! His teammate! He did nothing to you. He was a wonderful person and if I could have Jake alive and you dead, I would do it!”

When I was finished with my rant, I was surprised to notice that tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t like crying in front of all these losers. It ruined my tough girl image. But it happened and there was nothing I could do but let each tear fall.

Mitch lay on the floor, cupping his bleeding broken nose. "Fucking bitch broke my nose!" 

“Ms. Rivers! Report to the office, immediately.” Some teacher screamed at me. I didn’t even look at them. I just walked out.

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“You have a very bright future, I don’t want you to throw it away. You have so much talent. You’re smart, you have straight A’s. One of the top students in the school."

For thirty minutes I had to listen to the damn principal, Mrs. Evans, the beautiful red-headed wonder, go on and on about what a model student I was and that she just couldn’t understand why I would get myself into trouble.

Well, she didn’t know my reasoning and I didn’t even bother telling her. What was the point? She wasn’t going to have any sympathy for me. Teachers don’t give a shit. Or at least, the ones at Saint Bartholomew’s don’t.

When she was finished with her lecture, she told me I was going to be sent home for the rest of the day with a warning not to cause any more trouble. I promised I wouldn’t…as long as nobody talked about Jake that way again. Especially Mitch.

They didn’t know Jake like I did. He was sweet, caring, compassionate, kind. He cared too much about others. He wanted to be a veterinarian one day. And now that would never happen.