Dead and Not Buried

I'm Dead, and hes a Jerk- Invasion of privacy

Right, back to the present...

I thought about what happened that night, and what it lead to. He ignored me for the next few days, which to be honest was the best thing that could happen because it made me realise how much of an asshole he was, and my hatred towards him just grew until I really did debate on buying a shot gun to blow his big fucking head off.

Then, when he did start talking to me, he acted like nothing happened. He went back to trying to do the arguments we had at school, but this time around, the arguments were real, not playful like before. Before, we would argue, and then later that night we would be hanging out. This time, we would argue and I would go home and make a list of ways to kill him.

 We would scream at each other in the middle of the classroom and halls, we would always try and mess with each other, push the other so far that we’d snap. About a month after that night, he had been spending the whole day trying to piss me off, and I completely snapped.

So do you know what I did? I grabbed a knife, and slashed the tyres of his car. The expression on his face still makes me smile with pride to this day. I don’t even know how many times I’ve slapped that boy in the last year.

But it was only around 2 months later, when me and Seth first started going out that he would throw the night we had in my face. Before that, he never brought it up, like it never happened. It still confused me to this day why he waited so long to start throwing it in my face.

To my surprise though, he didn’t tell anyone. I thought he would go blabbing to his friend about it, telling them how great of a player he is as he managed to bed the one girl who used to say she would rather have sex with a badger than Jared Mercedes. But he never did.

Unfortunately, he still rubbed it in my face every chance he got.

You’d think, after all of this, he would be the last person who would be able to see me when I died and became a ghost, but instead he’s the only one? Someone up there is definitely taking the piss.

I sighed; I couldn’t sit here sulking about this.

So I decided to apparated to Carmen’s to help Jared try and find some proof that she did in fact kill me.

JARED POV

The whole way here I had to grab the steering wheel for dear life to stop myself from going back and screaming in her face. I had such an urge to smash something it was unreal.

It was the worst mistake of her life?             

It certainly wasn’t mine.

I know I left her, but I thought it was for the best. I would have just hurt her even more down the line. Yes, I did ignore her after, which even I admit was heartless, even for me, but I knew if I talked to her so soon after, I would admit just how I felt about her. I couldn’t let that happen.

I knew she would hate me, I just didn’t know how much. I tried getting things back to normal, but when we argued after, I could hear the hatred seeping out of every word she said to me. She didn’t come round mine anymore, and the only way we hung out was if Eve and Max were there. That usually led to an argument anyway.

I didn’t bring what happened up, because I was trying to forget just how good it was and how it made me feel. This didn’t really work to be honest. Then once she started seeing Seth, I couldn’t help but to bring it up and rub it in her face every chance I got.