Chapter 3: The Backstory

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I stopped in the middle of my thoughs. My friends would kill me if they thought I liked him. The thought made me slightly suspicious and sort of angry, but they had shown me that it was in my power to break our relationship up. They didn't exactly like him too much.
Flashback
"Jenna, we need to tell you something" I shuddered a little.
"O- okay?" I stuttered, nodding my head as they continued to approach me, obviously with the intent to whisper to me. Tatum was a skeleton of a girl, her arms and legs lacking some amounts of muscle, but still she reached about my height. The "we" she was talking about were my other friends, Aiden and Nora.
"We don't like Tyler. He's being really mean to us and our friends" my nodding slowed. They were all looking me dead in the eye, burning into my soul. I liked Tyler, but I had this vow to myself.
No matter what happened, the ones I knew as friends would always come before the ones I knew as my boyfriend
"So, then you want me to talk to him about it?" I slurred my words a little, it all felt like a big dream.
"Well," Aiden piped up from behind Tatum, a good inch shorter than her. "You could do that, or you could just break up with him" my breathing hitched. I actually couldn't breathe. My through straining, I tried to swallow, and I only managed to make a slight grunt as I nodded and walked away.
Fury
Fury was all I felt, and the best I could do was turn it all towards Tyler.
Present Day

I frowned at the window. I was getting a headache and I needed to pay attention, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Tyler bitched on my friends and I broke up with him for a reason. Suddenly, I jerked back to face the window.

What first period class is that?

K3, first period English. I knew he was honors math but I wasn't sure about English.

"Stop" I whispered to myself as I kicked my feet in frustration. Why. Why was it so hard to pay attention? Only a few words filtered through my brain and I decided to give up. It was the first day, it wasn't like paying attention mattered.

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