Mine Then, Mine Now

8

Before this chapter begins, I want you to know; there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

K enjoy!

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It was Friday now, I was in my new last period class, which was now Drama class.

Apperantley Asher was in drama class too.

I sat in one of the chairs in the back of the class, Asher was to my right.

He fidgeted with his ripped jeans.
I wrote down some Shakespeare quotes we were supposed to be doing.

"Why was Macbeth a Scottish tragedy?" He asked me.

"I don't know." I replied.
He moved around in his chair like a little kid.

"C'mon Jackie, talk to me, is this about me locking your phone? Because I changed that." He said.

I glared at him, "No, you didn't, you changed my password to your birthday, I figured it out, then I changed it."

"Whatever, same thing."
"What have you been up to lately?" He asked.

I shrugged, "stuff."
"Stuff?", he gave me an annoyed look, "fooling around with Anders is stuff?"

I looked at him angrily, "Asher, you have no room to talk."

"What do you mean!?" We were starting to get a little loud.

"Sydney, is it? Yeah, isn't she your first? At least me and Jay are friends, and if that changes, I think he'll know to keep it in his pants."

He scoffed, "you really think he'll do that?"

"Yes, he wouldn't do that, not on my terms, at least."

"Fine, but watch, when you wind up pregnant at 16, Jay's not gonna be there, who is? Me, I will be there, because I'm not a fucking pussy who runs from my problems." He started to get mad, I could tell from the way he clenched his fist.

I put a hand on his chest, "Hey, chill, okay? What is this about? why are you getting so heated?"

"I heard from Maddison, that you're his next slut, this is just like last year. Jackie, I'm trying to protect you."

"By hurting me?" I asked, my eyes began to sting

He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes had darkened to a dark blue, "when have I ever hurt you?"

"When we dat-" he cut me off almost immediately.

"If you fucking say I hurt you when we dated, then you'll be lying, you're not a liar, but you're lying, I never hurt you. If anything you hurt me, I'll remind you that you broke up with me." He said hushed but angry.

"So you do remember? And this whole time I thought it never happened."

"Of course I remember, but I don't like talking about it." He said less angry and more pissed off.

"Why?" It was a risky question but I didn't care.

"Because, You were my first love, and possibly my last, You were also my first heart break."

I couldn't speak all of a sudden, the truth in his voice was so unbearable, I looked at him, but he faced forward and refused to look me in the eye.

"I'm sorry.." I said lowly.
He didn't answer, he didn't talk.

And I didn't try talking to him, that would be an invasion on his personal space and thoughts.

After class, once the bell had rung, everyone ran out the room, because who doesn't love Fridays?