The Promise

Chapter 14 - I was Wrong

Chapter 14 – I was Wrong

I was walking in the familiar halls of school. People were whispering; judging me, throwing things at me. Why in the world would they do that? They were so cruel.

I fixed myself and noticed my fingers looked like fat hotdogs. Fat and squishy. I noticed my hair was long and was tied into a braid. I felt something sitting on the bridge of my nose, my old huge square glasses. Oh no. I’m ugly again.

I spotted three hot guys towering my small structure, they all each had cold water bottles in their hands.

I gulped as they flashed a sinister grin. The three of them poured their water on me and dump their bottles on my head. Everyone standing by their lockers were laughing ridiculously at me; pointing at me as if I was a show to them at a carnaval.

I noticed I had a crumpled paper in my hands, as I opened it, my heart constricted...

In your wildest dreams fatty cakes. XOXO <3 ~ Nick

They started to laugh again. Tears escaped in my eyes. I looked at him with pain in my eyes, and crumpled the paper.

I ran out from school away from the pain, and listened to my voice echoing in my mind, "You just watch Nicholas Harvey Anderson! You just watch! Years from now, you'll be begging on your knees for me."

They laughed to the top of their lungs, as I continued to shed tears and run at the no ending hallway.

"I would never ever say Yes to you even if you take off your clothes in front of me!" I shouted in pain as I continued shedding tears.

"As if, Fatty! Why would I-" His voice echoed, responding back to what I said.

"And when I get rid all of these, you would come crawling for me. That's a freaking promise!"

"Oh yeah? Nice dreams you got there. Let's help you wake up Fat ass!"

More laughters roar in my ears as everything around me spins making me dizzy and more hurt.

My breathing accelerated. I was so much in pain that I tripped and fell.

“No! No! No! No!” I instantly sat up, clutching my chest, panting. I turned on my lamp and realized I had the most awful nightmare. Real tears were running down my cheeks. I wiped them away with my blanket. I still continued crying because it felt so real.

I snapped my head to my door when I heard three soft knocks on my door. I watched it as it slowly crept open. I saw my mother looking worried.

“Sweetie? Are you okay?”

I shake my head for an answer. I was still crying and I couldn’t stop. She wrapped her robe tighter and sat on my bed. She pulled me in and carefully letting my head rest on her shoulders. She rubbed my back gently to soothe me.

“It’s alright sweetheart, let it all out.” she hushed.

I was crying for some minutes and I pulled out from that comforting hug. I saw my mom giving me a sad smile. “You had a nightmare sweetie?”

I nodded as response. Now I sounded like a baby but I couldn’t help it. “What’s it about?” she asked, but I stayed silent and looked down at my floral print sheets.

“Whatever it is honey, it’s not worth it. It’s just a dream hon. If that dream happens to be real or some sort of life mistake that’s haunting you, then learn from it. And by the next day, you’ll wake up,” she wiped the last tear that fell from my eyes for the last time and puts her hand on my cheek, “You’ll be able to conquer them. You’re strong Jane and smart. You’ll get pass them.”

“Thanks mom.” she kissed my forehead and smiled.

“Hold on a sec.” she stood up from my bed and practically ran downstairs. Moments later, she arrived with hot cookies placed beautifully on a plate and a tall glass of milk. “Here you go sweetheart.”

“You just made them?”

“Yeah. Well, I did awhile ago then I heard you scream. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to make some cookies for me to help me sleep.”

I smiled. It has always been her habit of baking some cookies when she can’t sleep. “Thanks again mom.”

“You’re always welcome sweetheart. Oh and tomorrow we’ll be going to the clinic to have your cast removed. Good night.” she kissed my forehead for the last time and headed to my door.

“Good night.” I responded and she smiled then closed the door behind her.

I grabbed the plate of cookies and milk and opened my glass door leading me to the balcony. I placed the plate onto the small table at the corner and sat.

It was in the middle of the night, and the breeze was naturally chilly. The moon was huge and bright totally giving a lot of light in the night sky. Zillions of stars are up shining so bright. My view from up here is fantastic.

I was enjoying my midnight snack when all of the sudden, Nick’s bedroom light switched on. I can see his shadow. He sat up rubbing his eyes. His body looked toned. I couldn’t help but glue my eyes to his shadow. Oh God, he’s shadow is still so sexy. Snap out of it Jane.

He opened his balcony door and I composed myself as if I haven’t notice him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned sexily. Oh God, why does he have to be so sexy.

Shoving my cookies into my mouth and drink my milk. He noticed me and I instantly walked away bringing with me my plate and glass.

“Jane! Jane wait!”

I turned my heel to face him. “What!” I said snapping at him.

“I’m– I’m sorry about what I said earlier! I’m sorry!” he scratched his head. “I- I don’t know what I was thinking!”

“Sorry? Do you even mean that Nick?!”

“I do.” his expression softened under the moonlit night. His eyes shined with sincerity. But I was too mad to even believe him. “I- I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that. It’s just that...” he broke his sentence.

“It’s just what?!” I said urging him.

“I really want to squeeze your boobs.” My jaw dropped. What the fuck?! He slapped his forehead, “Wait! That’s not what I meant! I mean, you have such amazing breasts!” I pressed my lips into a tight line, huffing furiously. So he was trying to get in my pants. I turned back and started to walk back. “No! No Jane! Wait!”

“Shut up Nick! Shut the hell up!” he was stunned at my sudden outburst. He was battling if he should speak or not. Oh, hell no. It’s my time to speak. “You’re always mean to me Nick. I was so stupid to admit I had feelings for you and you made me a fool.” I couldn’t help but let the tears fall. I was so hurt. He was stilk such a jerk. “You know, when I went back here, I was trying to hate you all summer. But then I thought, what if he changed? But I was still wrong.”

“Jane...”

“Shut up! Don’t you ever talk to me again!”

With that, I walked back into my room and slammed the door behind me. He was still the same asshole who messed with me. He was the same popular dousche who made my tenth grade life miserable.

I thought he would change for the better. But he changed for the worse. Worse than his arrogant self, he was a freaking pervert.

I placed the plate and glass on my drawer, and tackled my fluffy bed. Thinking... I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. And It’s official! I hate you Nicholas Harvey Anderson.