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"Puppies are exhausting. I think I might like kittens better." Sass collapsed on our couch. "We have to get up early tomorrow for Art." I groaned before closing the dorm door behind me. "Ugghh!" Sass groaned very unladylike before trudging off to shower. My phone vibrated harshly in my back pocket before dinging like a hyper doorbell on drugs. I glanced a the screen only to grit my teeth.
FROM: Jake Gargen
KYLES MEATING YOU TOMORROW AT 6- BEAN HUT NO BUTS
Awful rich father! I tossed my phone onto my baby blue bed and began changing into a loose shirt and pajama pants. Guess I was skipping Art tomorrow.
"HURRY UP!" Sass screeched desperately as I hopped out of the shower. "Doors open." I called back before putting on a robe and grabbing my blow dryer. "IT'S WHAT!!" She burst into the bathroom and began curling her dark locks in seconds. She was wearing a pair of red shorts and a red accented blouse. "Hey! Those are mine." I pouted as she purposefully rubbed her hands on the pants before racing out of the room. "Have fun!" She yelled before disappearing out of the room, typical Sass. I took my time and straightened out my red tinted hair and carefully applied eyeliner. I sighed before slipping on a pair of tall black boots and khaki pants with a red polo v-neck. My vision was still blurry from sleepiness as I grabbed my phone an wallet and walked out of the dorm.
"You don't grow up at all do you, Cherry?" My throat closed painfully and my whole body ached as the familiar boy walked up to me. Kyle had grown his hair out, the chocolate colored strands flipped into a Justin Bieber look. He still had those same emerald green eyes that glinted with mystery and hate. The same Kyle I had given everything to. "Why'd my father invite you here?" I snapped, wanting to rip his throat out messily and watch him bleed out. I know it's harsh but he broke my heart in ways that were never humanly possible until then. "Down girl. You've always had a problem keeping your hands to yourself." He smirked cockily to me as I fumed. "You are a sick little.." Kyle pressed a finger to my lips before sitting in the little cafe table. You had to listen to Kyle, there was never any way out. "Your father wants me to keep an eye out for you." He splayed his hands out over his lap and leaned back in his chair. "My father? My father! The same father who missed all but one of my birthdays! The same father who killed my dog and then told me to 'move on'!" I was practically screaming at him by now. "Calm down, sweetheart." The playful smirk was smacked right off of his face as I swung hard at his left cheek. I caught him by surprise but all that was left was a very pissed off Kyle. "Don't ever call me that again." I kept my voice cold and calculating as he glared at me. "Not here." He yanked me to the near by basketball court and circled around me. This wasn't our first fight and it certainly wasn't gonna be our last. "What happened to you Jessica? You used to be so innocent and shy." Kyle asked, almost like he cared. Haha! Kyle never cared! My mind flashed back to the happy, carefree memories of me and Kyle. The cute dates and the heated nights. Niki, my best friend, that came up to me and told me everything, how the entire time he had been doing her. How she was the perfect little brat for him. How she flipped her dirty blonde hair over her perky cheerleader shoulder with pursed lips. That arrogant flirt she was and still is, always leaning on guys. The entire time. She showed me the multiple tapes. The writhing bodies of passion in the smoky dim lit rooms. I remember racing home sobbing only to have Kyle walk away as if I had done something wrong. I had been happy with him, I was innocent back then, I had given him EVERYTHING. I was so naive back then.
"Ahhh!" I yelled in frustration before swinging my leg up to his face. He caught it easily in his hand and flipped me to the ground. He was faster now, last time I fought him he was sloppy and slow. I darted left only to serve right and yank his arm behind his back. He stepped back, tripping me and sending me flat onto the ground. His boot crashed me in the ribs multiple times before I popped up and swung multiple times. Right. Left. Left. Swing. Swing. Bam. Bam. One of my fists connected with his lips before his own fist connected with my eye socket. I heard the snap, crackle, pop as my nose broke and thick blood ran down my face. His right hand darted between my arms and connected with my lungs. I collapsed to the ground as the air rushed out of me. His fingers found my cheek as he laughed in my ear before walking away. I lay painfully on the slightly bloody concrete and caught my breath.
Every light seemed to bright and every color blurred. Just breathing was hard and I could tell a couple of my ribs were broken. My fists throbbed with bruises and fractures. I could hear every gasp for breath I took in, a soggy inhale that sucked away at my energy, and a whispery exhale that burnt my throat. I slowly raised myself up on my elbows, my body screaming and stabbing with sharp pain. My feet found themselves and I bounced up. The pain soon dulled to the background as I limped to the near by bench and sat on it. I probably looked dead. I closed my eyes and focused on building energy. "Hey you!" I heard a gruff man yell. I recognized the accent from somewhere, a exotic British flare to it. "Oh god! Jessica you okay?" I connected the voice to a name as I peeked up to see Zayn race over to me with a blonde boy. "What happened?" Zayn crouched next to me as I sat up with a huff. I've had worse than this before. "You look pretty bad." His blonde friend commented with a fancy accent. "The words every girl wants to hear." I mumbled before wobbly getting to my feet. The ground spun as it did when I was drunk and I couldn't help but think of anything better than a big bottle of vodka to save me right now. "Do you need help?" Zayn asked, his deep brown eyes boring into mine. "Of course, now he notices me." I thought before blacking out. Guess Kyle hit me harder than I thought.
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"Jinx." I squinted to see my dorm room, although it was quite crowded. Someone was sitting on the bed next to me, holding a bag of ice to my ribs. My bare ribs. I sat up quickly, letting out a pained groan before being pushed back to the bed. "Don't move." I recognized Zayn's voice with a tremor and let out a ghostly sigh. "Are you gonna tell us why your a mess now?" I turned my head to see the blonde boy sitting on Sass' bed eating something. "What time is it?" I grumbled before trying to sit up again. "I thought I told you to stay still." Zayn leaned over me to stare into my eyes with a hard, stern gaze. "It's 5." Niall responded before handing Zayn another ice pack. Zayn switched out his ice packs and I let out a groan as his warm palm grazed over my skin. "Sorry it's cold." Zayn apologized, thinking I let out a complaint. I wiggled away from the cold ice pack as he pressed it painfully against my ribs. I raised my hand to my face and sighed as I felt my nose. "I set it for you." Zayn pulled my hand away from it before handing me his old ice pack. I gingerly pressed it against my swollen eye before closing them. "Who hurt you?" Zayn's voice was cracked, like he really cared. I leaned that guys don't. No one ever does.
"Niall can you get me a drink." I sighed as Zayn slid his hands under my back to help me sit up better. His hands were cold on my sweaty skin. No! I'm not allowed to think like this. It's against the rules. Niall walked out of the room and Zayn leaned over me to grab an empty water bottle from my nightstand. He paused right over me before looking me right in the eyes. Wait... Was he gonna? His lips gently brushed against mine before his hand slipped behind my ear gently and he kissed me fully. My nose began painfully aching out again as my own hands pulled him closer. This was defiantly not in the rules. He pulled back, breathless and gentle before Niall burst into the room again. "OH MY GOD!! YOUR NOT WEARING A SHIRT!" He chuckled. "I've been shirtless for twenty minutes now." I grumbled before my eyes darted to meet Zayn's. Maybe rules are meant to broken?
