Falling

Chapter 8- ' She's not the only one I'm going to punch today '

JODY'S POV

I am over Paul! 

It's exactly 5:37 and I cannot sleep. Yogurts are now my best friends. Sometimes you just have to pretend everything's okay, but at this point its not. How can someone you practically loves (almost) did something like that to you. Being ignored is one of the WORST feeling ever.  I hate it!

There are some things that we don't  want to happen but have to accept them. Things we don't want to know but have to learn. What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how things are suppose to be. That sucks.

Imagining a imperfectly perfect life with someone you love inside your head and in reality, the TOTAL opposite occurs. See how I emphazie on the total? Because it never works out the way you want it. Its always fate. I honestly hate that bitch! She gets what she wants, when she wants and where ever she wants it. In fact am jealous of her. Jealous that she has it all. 

I'm done being sad over Paul. I have enough stress without me adding him to it, and I won't let him be the reason for my tears.

I stayed up until it was time to get ready for school. I have to go to school to make Paul regret what he did. Make him jealous. I hopped over to my closet and picked out a red halter top and a black jeggings. I couldn't find my red wedge heel, it wasn't under my bed nor on my shoe stand. Instead I found my diary. Mom bought it when she thought I wasn't telling her evrything. She told me to write my most inner thoughts, things I would never find the courage to share with others. She also said I should name it and let it be my bestest friend.

Ofcourse I named it Diary.

After I started writing in it, she would creep her way into my room and read it. I didn't know this until Jamaie told me. ( I had to pay her 20 bucks ).

Kimone popped into my head.

Shit! Thursday's her birthday. How could I forget? After I found my shoes, I went to the bathroom.

I pulled up in the parking lot, neatly reversed in my usual spot and stepped out of the car. Immediately heads turned. Phase 1 completed. I continued down the hall. I could hear whispers. Whispers of compliments. Then out of the blue-

" That little whore is Mac's sex toy! " 

I stopped. 

I expected to see a boy but instead it was Celine. Celine Cromwell. This whore is calling me a whore? I'm sure i'm not the one who practically sexed three quarter population of boys in our school. 

" What did you say bitch?" I snarled.

" You heard me." She made a move towards me. That was a huge mistake.

" Apparantly you're too scared to say it again to my face!" I growled this time.

I'm such a badass. As she started to repeat, I punched her straight in her face. I whinced at the pain that formed in my knucles. Bone to bone- not a good thing. I just punched someone in the face. Now am filled with adrenaline. Plus she's not the only one i'm going to punch today. I was about to kick her repeatedly when someone pulled me by my waist.

" Let me go! "

" Relax its Kyle, " I stopped. " What's going on? "

" That bitch is getting off, " I pointed at Celine.

" Really...? She's getting off? "

" Goddamnit Kyle you're not helping "

" I'm sorry, what did she say? "