Why can't he understand that I am not interested?
Today was my own personal Hell on Earth. No matter where I turned, I saw that horrible flyer mocking me. That, and those five flipping words were haunting me, rolling around in my head.
"You won't be for long."
What the heck was that supposed to mean? I don't like him, I don't want him, and I never will. But, his words were like a threat... or a promise. That infuriating man. Apparently, he doesn't know what "not interested" means.
Then again, with the way I hadn't been able to get him out of my head, I didn't either. It wasn't that I wanted to be attracted to him. I just was.
I walked upstairs and crawled into bed. Flipping on the television, I went channel surfing. My phone vibrated on my nightstand, and I grabbed it, hoping it would be Chris.
"Hello?" No answer.
"Hello?" Why is this person not talking? Wait, what if this is the person who put out those fliers?
"Hello, Julie." The voice was deep and familiar. I felt my stomach tighten with dread.
I didn't speak.
"I'm sure by now you figured out that I am the person who, let's say, informed the school about you." Tell me what else was new, you dick.
My voice caught. There was a hard lump in my throat. Whatever their goal was, they sounded pleased that they had succeeded. They did what no one else was able to do. They hurt and broke me. They were the first person to make me cry in years.
"Why?" I choked out. My eyes filled up. How did this person manage to destroy everything that made me happy? When I got home today, my sister even called me a dirty slut.
"Because I could. Are you going to walk down the halls with your head held high now?" If I say yes, he wins. If I say no, he will destroy me more. The only person who seemed to have a problem with me doing that was . . . Jessie!!
"Jessie?" I meant to say it as an accusation, but it came out in a stutter, sounding like a question.
"Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner!" I felt like I was being strangled. He did that just to see if I have actually ever put out, or was it just to make my life living hell?
"What did I ever do to you?" I needed to put an end to this. The tears that I had held at bay started to fall again. There was no way that he missed the sound of me sniffling or the cracking in my voice.
"Don't get so emotional. It was just a dare." The line went dead, and my phone fell onto my bed. My mouth hung open, and I stared into space. I felt like I couldn't breathe and needed air desperately.
I walked into the hallway and headed down the stairs once I had collected myself enough to stop crying. I walked into the living room on the way to the kitchen, and I saw my mom sitting on the couch with a bottle of Vodka. Oh, great.
She stood up quickly.
"Julie. You are a disgrace to this family!" Her words were slurring so much I could barely make out what she was saying. "You are a Sanders, and you need to start acting like one! Not like a dirty slut. Why can't you be like your sister? Instead, Lana brings me home this!"
In her sloppy movements, she hunches over, grabbing the familiar piece of paper from the coffee table. I didn't need to look at it to know that my picture was plastered across the top of it.
"Mom, they are just bullying me! It isn't even true!"
She stomped quickly towards me, and my head flung to the side. I felt a sting, but I was smarter than that. If I kept my eyes down, it would end sooner. My eyes filled up with tears, and I couldn't see very well.
"I hope you were switched at birth! You will never be my daughter, just a whore who lives under this roof!" The dramatics made me want to laugh, but the reality of the situation was heavier than I expected. It was lodged in my throat, preventing any noise from escaping. When I saw she had the flyer, I had hoped that she would take my side. She had the evidence from my bullies right there, but no.
She was just unreasonable and bitter. She only got like this when her boy toys broke up with her or disappeared the next morning. Which meant Jack got smart and finally left her.
I stood still waiting for the next blow. When nothing came, I turned my head slowly until I was facing her again. This time she hit me harder and screamed, "How could you?!"
My face was stinging, and I knew it would leave a mark. I heard her walk back over to the couch, the old piece of furniture creaking as she sat down.
Seeing this as my escape, I sprinted from the room and up the stairs to lock myself away.
That wasn't the first time she had done that. Whenever she got dumped or woke up to an empty bed, she would take her anger out on whoever she saw first. She had hit me and my sister, but never more than a punch in the gut or a slap in the face.
I blame the alcohol. When she turned to drinking after my dad died, it was like she got a second personality. It only seemed to come out when she was intoxicated. The rest of the time, it sat inside her, festering in a fire of hate and anger until it was set free to release its rage on any innocent it came across.
I opened my locker and sighed. People were still putting those stupid flipping fliers in my locker. Really?I truly hoped that people would be over this. Apparently, the people at my stuck-up school are just that immature. I took them out along with the English book. Closing my locker, I walked down the hall in search of a trash can. The fliers fluttered down into the first one I found.I made sure all of the fliers were in the bin before I turned and began to walk back to class. A smile stretched across my face, and my bad mood lifted away when I was stopped by Chrissie."Oh my God! Jules, what happened? Did you get the mysterious phone call? Who was it? What did they say? Are you okay?" She must have had a little too much sugar this morning."Yeah, I got the phone call. It was Jessie. He is the one who did the fliers. He said it was a dare and then hung up on me. Jack left my mom last night. I think I'm okay. Wait, did I answer all of your
By the time I found my car keys, I had ended up destroying my room, just to find it in my sister's. Okay, she can take my clothes or my stuff, but NO ONE can touch my baby but me! I walked outside and instantly put my hood up to protect my impending frizzy hair from the rain.After locking the door, I walked out to my car. It was nothing special, but it was mine.As I pulled up to The Shack, I could already see the nervous look on her face through the window from where she sat. I got out and locked my car. Sucking in a deep breath, I walked into The Shack and sat down with Chrissie, not bothering to go to the counter to get some ice cream."So, how was the rest of your day Chrissie?" I forced a painted smile on my face."It was really good. During sixth hour Mrs. Bough partnered me up with Cole, so at least now I know that I don't have to do the project by myself and have some stupid jock take half of the credit. Then, during seventh period,
After a very long and confusing class, I went straight to my locker. Every time I caught Jessie staring at me, he would revert back to his usual glare and then look away. It wasn't unusual for him per se, but I thought we had reached an agreement of sorts that we could be civil to one another."So, how did it go?" I jumped back, and my hand flew up to my chest. Air was forced into my lungs at a rapid pace as I looked up to see my best friend standing behind me. I was still a little touchy about going to my locker after the angry mob incident."Jesus, Chrissie! Are you trying to scare me to death?" She was laughing hysterically at my reaction, resulting in a glare from me."Dude! You should have seen your face!" She gasped for air and laughed out the rest, "It was so priceless!" She caught her breath but looked excited."So now tell me what happened. Did you guys talk? Did he flirt with you again?" I shook my head, and her face dropped. "Well, then what ha
"Mom!" I screamed through the front door, "Mom! I'm home!" I looked into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. The text I received from her was nerve-racking. It said, 'Come home immediately after school'. That was never a good thing. It was like when the significant other says, 'We need to talk.'I heard a noise coming from the living room, so I walked that way. She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, arms folded, and eyes glaring. What did I do now?"Sit!" I did what she said instantly without thinking about it. "Now, I better get a damn good explanation on why one of your teachers called me and told me that you were sent to the principal's office again!" Of course, that stupid teacher just had to tell my mother as payback for me sitting on his couch.I sucked in a deep breath and began speaking without a break or stop. "I was sitting down. This girl, Jessica, walked up to me and told me to move because she wanted my seat, but this guy Jessie stood up and tol
By third hour, I guess that Mr. Streeter hadn't forgiven me yet because he had ignored me and was extremely mean the entire hour. He even used yellow caution tape to tape off his couch. I sat down in my seat ignoring Jessica who was standing on the other side of it. I guess she was planning on sitting here. Oh, well."Move freak!" I sucked in a deep breath remembering what Jessie had said. 'Next time, grow a dick too and stand up for yourself.' I looked up at Jessica."No, I think I'm good. Go find a different seat. I was here first, and I'm staying." I opened up my math book to the unit we were on while I could feel her hard, cold glare. I looked up at her, "Are you having issues walking, or do you not speak English?" I held my breath. I didn't move, I didn't blink, and I didn't want to see her facial expression so I looked back down to my textbook. I heard a giggle come from Chrissie. I turned, and she was looking at Jessica, trying to hold back laughter.I st
"Hey, so do you want to go to my house and hang out?" I looked over at an excited and jumping Chris."Sure, it sounds fun. We should walk. It's really nice out." I looked up at the sky. There was a slight breeze in the air, but it was still warm enough to get away with short sleeve shirts. There were light, fluffy clouds in the sky that left a shallow covering to block a small portion of the sun."Yeah, it really is something." She sounded like she was looking at the love of her life when she said that. I smiled at her, and she looked down at me.We began our walk slowly enjoying the nice white clouds as they started to thicken and get darker."I know life seems shitty sometimes, but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you if you ever need someone to talk to... or backup." She looked at me, and I smiled at her. The corner of my lips twitched as I held back a laugh at the thought of her fighting someone. She would be like a vicious Chihuahua.
I watched my clock go from 8pm to 5:59 am. When the alarm flashed 6:00 a.m. I sniffled holding back more tears. Have you ever cried all night and ended up crying yourself to sleep? Yeah, well this wasn't those times.My pillow was soaked in tears, and my blankets had random wet spots from me tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep while crying. It didn't really work out too well. I muffled another sob into my pillow. Eyes closed or open, I still saw Chris lying in my arms, covered in blood. The sight was burned into my corneas.I guess yesterday, my mom woke up to an empty bed and was pissed about the one-nightstand. She decided to punish me for some random guy leaving her. My punishment was that I had to go to school today even though my best friend had just died! She said she didn't want anyone in the house.I let out another sob at this thought. It was my fault that Chrissie was gone. If I had looked before I crossed the damn street, she woul
When I saw people in front of me I guessed that it was time for third hour. The halls cleared I tried to recover myself, so I could go to class. By missing 1st and 2nd hours, I know my mom will already be getting a call and make my life even worse. It was so not worth it, trust me. I took a last glance at the pictures in her locker before closing it.I didn't bother to grab my book bag from my locker before going to 3rd hour. When I opened the door, the whole class got silent, including the teacher. I took a step in the class and tried to quietly sniffle. It sounded loud like it was echoing off the walls. I looked at my seat expecting to see Jessica, but instead, it was empty. I looked at Chris's seat, but it wasn't empty as I expected. Instead, there was one person stupid enough to be sitting in my best friend's seat.Jessica!No one seemed to realize where and who I was glaring at."Move bitch!" I growled. I noticed the new girl we got in the class flit