friends since birth; j.g.

six

celine +

as i stormed up to my bedroom, the only thought that kept running through my head was...

i want to kill jack gilinsky.

granted, this thought was nothing new, as i wanted to kill jack gilinsky on a regular basis. like every time he spoke, or every time he breathed. but this time was different. this time i wanted to make his death intimate.

i wanted to see the life out of his cold, brown eyes as i slowly but steadily tightened my hands around his neck. i wanted him to beg for mercy, only to have me laugh in his face and tell him, "sorry, i have no mercy left to give."

i wanted to be the last thing he saw before embarking on his journey of the pitch, black, eternal nothingness. and i wanted him to know that i was the one sending him packing. it was bad enough he lied on that test. it was even worse that he didn't show up for our "date", but to try to hand me a twenty-dollar bill, as if that somehow made up for it all?

that boy was an idiot. a heartless, arrogant moron. a douchebag of epic proportions. and, not to mention, a spineless coward who goes to such great lengths to get their "sometimes-girlfriend" to break up with him. and doing it at the expense of somebody else, no less?

when i got to my room, i slammed the door behind me, and let out a cry of frustration.

"jack, i hate you! go to hell!" i screamed, throwing myself onto my bed.

i heard a soft knock on my door before it opened slightly. i sat up to see my mom poking her head in, "hey, sweetie. what was that all about? what did jack want?"

"nothing," i mumbled.

i didn't feel like telling the story again, so i didn't.

"it didn't seem like nothing," she replied.

"he just came over to harass me, as usual," i said bluntly.

"harass you about what?" she asked.

"nothing, okay?" i snapped, feeling immediately bad about it, "sorry, mom, he put me in a bad mood and i don't feel like talking about it right now."

"okay, i won't pry. your father and i are leaving in a bit to go see some old friends. you can come with us if you'd like," she said.

"no thanks, i got some things i wanted to do today."

like murder jack.

"the library?" she guessed with a smile.

she knew me so well. i returned her smile with a nod, "yes, the library."

"well, have fun. we'll be back before dinner. call us if you need anything," she replied.

i opened my mouth to tell her i would, but i was interrupted by my day, who had suddenly appeared behind her, "hey, i found this twenty-dollar bill in the pool. know anything about this?"

"oh, yeah. i think that's mine," i said, walking over and grabbing it from his hand, "i was using it for a bookmark and the wind must have blown it away when i wasn't looking.

he rolled his eyes and shook his head, "sweetie, you shouldn't be using money as a bookmark. if you need a new bookmark, i'll buy you one."

"or, she can buy herself a new one with that twenty-dollar bill," mom quipped, and dad nodded in agreement.

"okay, well you two enjoy yourselves," i said, ushering them out of my room once again. it seemed like i have to do that on a daily basis now.

once they were gone, i looked down at the soggy chlorine-scented bill in my hand. it was dirty money. it was jack's money. but it was still money nonetheless and it would buy me a few new bookmarks. or at least a couple of books at the used bookstore downtown.