Outlasting Bitterness

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Cheers to my new friend! _the_impossible_ :) Happy New Year! I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! 

"Louise, are you okay? You know you can always talk to me any time right? You're not alone on this one." Cole— my annoyingly over protective brother— drove home, as soon as he found out about Ron and Zeisha.

"Yes Cole, I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be? Besides, its—its-" I sighed. I don't even know what I was supposed to feel about everything. This situation still hasn't sunked in yet.

I mean gosh, how do you think it'll sink in? In a span of two bloody days, you loose your best friends. Because of your horny ex-boyfriend.

And Parker just walks in, and proposes a plan, — a great plan, if I may say so myself— but the problem is, I don't even know if I could do it.

I can't even get through first base, I've never kissed a guy properly, Ron was my first boyfriend, but the only kind of kiss that we've ever done is just those long pecks on the lips.

I mean yeah, he tried to take it to another level, but for whatever reason I just can't seem to like that idea, it all just seemed so wrong to do it with him.

Parker's plan was quite genius actually, since he offered to give me kissing lessons.

For any normal girl who knows Parker, she would definately agree, Parker is like the Zac Effron of our school every one wants him. And although I don't want to be that clichéd type of nerd who'd swear on her life that she would never ever fall for a guy like him. I just don't want to ever fall for a guy like him.

Not that he's a horrible guy, but you know. He somehow falls on the same category as Ron.

And after Ron, I don't think I'll ever trust anyone ever again. Well, aside from my family of course. But other than them, no one.

His offer was simple, but what would I even gain from it? I mean, yes I would end up to be a good —and or great— kisser but what else?

After his offer. I told him that I would have to think it over, and see as to what I think is right. And I would ask my gal pals, but they're too busy being sluts.

I  know I sound bitter, but you just don't get to ignore all those, let alone forget the way it made you feel.

Aubrey and Zeisha have been my best friends since we were in pre-school. Somehow, I just don't understand how it happened, why the did it.

There were a lot of other desirable guys here in campus, but of all them seriously? Ron? Of all the guys they could shag. It just doesn't seem right. None of it does.

I don't think I even have friends anymore. How the hell am I supposed to go to school now? Knowing that people would look at me with pity, some will judge.

Its hard to keep your head held high, if something —as horrible as mine— has happened in your life. This is High School for pete's sake. Even small things can be turned around.

For Example :

Exhibit A
You fell down the stairs. (Accidentally)

Rumor
You were pushed down the stairs.

And then ka-boom! That specific rumor will be spread like wild fire, and for the whole day; you'd end up explaining to people that no you were not pushed down the stairs, and yes I fell accidentally.

And it doesn't end there. Most people won't even believe in them, I mean where's the fun in that right? Of course people would believe the rumor, other than the truth, because lets face it, the rumor is way more interesting than the truth. It always is.

People would answer questions like:

Oh my god, who pushed her?

Why was she pushed?

Was it on purpose?

What did she even do?

How did it happen?

Is she okay?

Jesus! Why the hell would people care anyway? 

And I don't have a friend to consult. They all turned against me, and I still have all these unanswered questions. Like:

Why did they do this?

When?

Where?

Why? Why? Why?

And I know I didn't have the right to be mad or jelous in the first place, but seriously? Ron and I just broke up! Because he was cheating with Aubrey, and then Zeisha comes along too, I  mean we were best friends for a really long time and I never ever thought that something like this could happen to us. 

Ron was my first boyfriend, and I actually thought that I really do love him. But the fact that we haven't kissed properly isn't exactly a great relationship.

Ron has boy needs that I know I can't fullfill, deep down I knew that he would go around looking for someone who could actually fullfill his needs.

It seems like I couldn't do anything further with him because it just didn't feel right, I mean sure we've been dating for a long time, but somehow, whenver he tried to take things further, there was this little voice inside my head that would scream everything wrong about what we were doing.

That plan with Parker gave me that little light of hope, that maybe just maybe he cold help me set myself free. That somehow Parker would help me get out of my own shell. 

Because the truth is, I don't even know whose fault it was that Ron cheated.

These past few days has  taught me that I just really didn't love Ron, looking back, I didn't even know how we lasted this long, how I even convinced myself that I actually loved him, how I even dated him in the first place. 

"Knock Knock," 

I looked toward my door to see that Parker was leaning against my door frame, "How can you even knock without actually knocking?" I asked looking at him with amusement. 

He sighed, he probably noticed that I had been crying, he walked closer to the bed and closed the door behind him. He seated in front of me, cross legged. "Loui, you can't do this to yourself. You look like shit,"

Wow.

What a nice thing to say to a girl who has been crying.

Ass. 

I glared at him, "Don't be such an ass! Is this what you came here for or what?" 

His face suddenly turned serious, "No, I came here to cheer you up!" 

"What? Why? I'am perfectly fine with myself being miserable."

He looked at me as if I was crazy, "What happened to you? The Louise I know would seriously punch me and tell me to wait for her outside. The Louise I know would not let go of herself like this. She would never ever turn down a day with the most handsome guy on the plane—"

"Don't finish that bloody sentence." 

He laughed,

He 

Bloody 

Laughed. 

"Why the hell are you laughing?!" I groaned, "You know what? Fine! Lets get out of here!" 

I stood up and pushed him out of my room, and he was still laughing. Bloody bastard.

"Wait for me downstairs." 

"Don't forget to take a shower too, you uh.. Smell horrible." 

"No I don't!" 

"Yes you do!" He laughed walking away. 

I just shook my head at his retreating figure and hopped into my shower. 

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