You Stole My Breath (YSMB)

I Love You

Rachael Point of View: 

"I still can't believe my little man is going to get marry next month," Dad said as he fakes a snob. 

Jacobs wraps around his fiance, "This pretty lady right here is my future, my future wife, my future life, and the mother of our children." 

"You better treat her right young man, if you don't, I'm taking a scalpel and dig it into your chest," Dad says. "Cause every woman on this Earth, must be treated the right way." 

"Don't worry, Dad," Jessica says. "Jacob is an amazing man, you've raised him well." 

"I did?" Dad asks. 

"Yes," Jessica says. "Jacob is a gentleman in his heart and mind." 

I look at Abigail, who's picking her food with her fork. 

"Psst," I say, trying to get Abigail's attention. She turns and looks at me annoyed, "What?" 

"I'm so done with this couple lovey-dovey," I whisper. "What should we do?" 

"Welcome to the club sissy," Abigail says. "I'm so glad I'm no longer the 7th wheel." 

"7th wheel?" I ask. 

"Including Mom and Dad, you idiot," Abigail says. "Back then, when you and Becky were together."

"How would I know," I say, rolling my eyes. 

"What do you want?" Abigail asks. 

"Should we singles leave this table and up to my room?" I ask. 

"For what?" Abigail says. 

"Girl talk," I say. "I wanna tell you about this girl I met today." 

"Who?" Abigail ask. 

"She got a nice ass," I say proudly. 

Abigail looks at me in disgust, "Who the fudge goes around looking at people's butt? Isn't that called being a pervert?" 

"She does have a nice ass though, and it's called admiring, not pervert," I say. 

Abigail groans, "We're done talking."  

"What?" I whisper. 

"You can't just go around admiring people's butt, who does that?" Abigail says. 

"Hey, I only like her ass, no one," I say. 

"Not even your ex?" Abigails asks. 

"Why do you keep on bringing up about my ex?" I say in annoyance. 

"Because your ex is a fudging nutshell head," Abigail says. "I don't like your ex at all, and I don't see why you love her so much." 

"I liked Becky, but I don't love her," I confessed. "We've never said I love you's, or date like real a couple. She never liked me or loved me. Our relationship is mainly sex, we don't go on dates. I - I lost all my first to her on the first date with her. Our first date was also our last..." 

"See, that's messed up," Abigail says. "When did you know that Becky never liked you?" 

"After half a year with her," I whisper. "Our relationship is toxic." 

"Why did you like her?" Abigail asks. 

"..." I remained silent, after a couple of minutes. I said, "I like the way she plays her music, she plays it with care." 

"Anything else?" Abigail asks. 

"No." 

"Yup, you're an idiot," Abigail says. 

I roll my eyes, "Tell me something I don't know." 

"At least she broke up with you," Abigail says. "She shouldn't be stopping you from finding someone who could treat you so much better."

I hummed in response. 

"Rachael," Dad called across the table. "If you're planning to date this year, get a girl or a boy who knows how to treat you right." 

"Gee, leave my romantic life alone," I say. 

Jacob checks his watch, "It's getting late, Jessica and I should get going." 

"Please be careful on the road, Jacob," Mom says, she gets up from her seat and giving Jacob and Jessica a hug. "I love you so much, babies." 

"I wish Mom would say that to me, too," I whisper to Abigail, who chuckles in response. 

"You better treat Jessica right, young man," Dad said giving both of them a hug.

"Yes sir," Jacob says. "Let me give my Jo-Jo, and Abby a hug." 

He engulfs each one of us a hug, "I'm gonna miss you two so much." 

Then Jessica came over and hugs us, too. 

"I love you, Rachael and Abigail," Jessica says. "Keep up with your studies." 

"Sure," I mumble. 

"Bye!" Jacob says. 

They both walk out of the house hand in hand, and we all watch them leave the driveway. 

"Are you homework done yet, girls?" Dad asks. 

"See you later," I say. "I'm gonna get my work done." 

"Don't stay up too late," Mom says. 

I walk up the stairs alone leaving Abigail with our parents. 

The hallway to my bedroom is dark, I didn't bother to turn on the lights.

"I better not bump into something," I whisper. 

Taking little steps and avoiding objects in the dark, and I thought my bedroom door was left open. 

Unfortunately not, when I bang my head on it. 

"Fuck," I cursed. 

                                                                 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I slam my Calculus textbook shut after finishing the last problem. It was hard to concentrate when I was finishing up my AP assignments because my mind keeps on jumping back to the tension between Samantha and Hannah. 

I look at my Calculus textbook, and ask, "Are they fuck buddies?" 

I wait for a moment for a response, "Of course, you can't talk, I forgot." 

"If they are fuck buddies, they would've given each other the lusty look," I say to myself. "Unless it have something to do with them being captains of the cheerleading team." 

I tap my chin, "Or...they didn't have sex with each other a day ago, and they are both upset." 

"But Samantha is a bitch to be laid, she doesn't even show any emotions," I continued. "Oh my gosh, will she even moan during sex? Does she just stare at you as you pleasure her? Oh shit, that's like having sex with a zombie." 

I stay silent for a minute. 

"I think it has to be something about being the captain of the cheerleading because the sex one is kind of creepy," I say in conclusion. "But why is Samantha such a bitch though, she got a too pretty ass to be such a bitch." 

I groan as I throw myself on my bed, "Talking to myself is like Sarah talking to Samantha, except my textbook doesn't nod at me. One point for Samantha, and zero for my textbook, I guess."