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Jason Davenport
As I banged the door behind me, I rested my back against it. My palms were very sweaty and I was breathing hard.Shit.What did I just do?There was a shitload of blood on the sheets.I swallowed.What if something had happened to her? What if I'd killed her?I'd be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. . .Guilt poked me hard in my chest. But I hurriedly brushed it aside, shaking my head vigorously.This was Amelia Forbes here. Whatever happens to her, she deserves it. After all it's her fault that my mother wasn't here today.So who the fuck cares if she dies anyway?Brushing my fingers through my hair, I smoothened it out. I was only overthinking all of this.I just needed a smoke to calm myself down. Then relax and enjoy the party. Amelia would take care of herself. After all this was her mess.Casting the unnecessary guilt aside, I got into my car, heading to Rory's to discuss the party.
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Jason Davenport My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway. Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better. Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going really great.The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together. Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen the bitch today. I frowned, hoping she wasn't still sulking about the other day. God, that girl had to be the most dramatic one I'd ever met in my entire life. And she better not have told anyone shit. What would she say anyway? I wondered, smiling. No one would believe her. As if she had been hiding in the corners waiting for me to think of her, she eme
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Jason DavenportI sat in my room staring at the ceiling. I was bored. And there was nowhere to go. I'd played every video game I had over and over again, I didn't have soccer practice today, and I'd been to Rory's and Greg's twice in the last few days. On top of all that, Dad wasn't back yet. Not that it'd be any comfort if he was because he'd probably be at work by now. Contrary to my better judgement, I texted Dad everyday to make sure he was still alive. To make sure he was okay. And so far, it looked like they were having fun. I frowned. Of course they were having fun. It was obvious from Ashley's Instagram page-she literally uploaded every minute, from their bedroom view to every meal they were having to PDA. It was actually starting to get annoying. I was out here worrying about dad getting hurt, and he was somewhere in Paris having fun. Was he even worth it? I wondered. It was a pretty selfish thing he did-abandoning me like this
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Jason DavenportA knock interrupted me as I was about to start breakfast. Since Dad wasn't home I'd started the habit of taking my food upstairs to my room. And I was really starting to like it. I could lie down lazily on a chair, or even on my bed, my food in a tray, eating at my own pace and leisure. Dad would never had allowed me to do that. We always ate proper. Always on a dining table. But as I was alone, I'd started to indulge in little things I'd never done before."Come in!" I ordered, throwing a potato fry in my mouth. A servant walked in swiftly. "Mr and Mrs Davenport are on their way from the airport. Mr Davenport said to inform you."Oh. They were back. Finally. I breathed out slowly. Dad was okay. Nothing went wrong. "Okay," I responded, waving her away. She gave a short nod and walked out, clicking the door shut. I quickly downed the rest of my breakfast and jumped into the shower. I'd also resorted to sho
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Jason DavenportAshley was all smiles as she burst through the doors, clutching a huge pink shopping bag in one hand, and an oversize purse in the other. Dad walked in behind her, looking flushed. He shouted orders to the servants about the luggage in the limo. I examined Dad carefully to see if he showed any strange signs. Satisfied, I tore my gaze away and concentrated on my phone."Hey, Jason," Dad said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. "How've you been?" He asked. Despite myself, I felt a warmth spreading through my chest. As much as I hated to admit it, I kinda missed him. "Fine, dad. How was your trip?"He grinned a second time, handing me a huge box. From the weight I could tell it was video games. Tearing the box open, I procured video games and the latest PlayStation. My eyes widened in shock. My head shot up. "Dad!" He chuckled. "I knew you'd like it.""Thank you so much." I engulfed him in a hug. "Awww,"
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Amelia ForbesI sat outside the principal's office waiting for my turn to go in. I'd only ever been here once in my entire life. And that was when I'd been summoned to inform me of a scholarship I was eligible for.And now I was here again. Summoned my Mr Redmey-my English teacher. I didn't know what to expect so I waited.I just wanted everything to move by quickly so I could go. I let out a breath, slumping deeper into the very uncomfortable lobby chair. After a while of waiting, the office assistant walked out the door, her eyes roaming. There were about six students here-including me.She paused to put on her glasses. "Amelia Forbes?" She asked, twirling a pen in her hand. Slowly, I got to my feet. "That's me," I said, desperate for everything to be all over. This was not where I wanted to spend the rest of my day.A curious look came over my face as I walked into the office. The principal, Mr Redmey, Mrs Sandra, and basically all my teachers
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Jason DavenportI was still pissed as I scrolled through Ashley's instagram, as it reminded me of the failure I'd come to the last time I'd followed her. Sighing, I clicked my phone off and shoved it on the sofa. I let out a sharp breath, wondering where Rory was. I was at his house. His parents were on vacation so the house was free. Which was why we always chose Rory's house whenever we wanted to hang out, or throw a party. His parents were almost always gone.Rory had stepped out to get the pot and alcohol while we waited for the guys to arrive. I'd texted Adrian an hour ago and he'd said he was on his way. I groaned in agony. I hated waiting. And I really needed a cigarette right now. After a while, the sound of approaching guys talking and laughing let me know that they were here already. Finally.Adrian walked in first, deep in conversation with Greg about something I honestly didn't care about."Where are the cigarettes?" I groaned.
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Amelia ForbesI'd resorted to going out more often, as it was the only way to clear my head. I could feel myself give up more and more as the days went by, although I didn't want to.The school had emailed Nana about my grades and Nana and I had had a long talk about it. Her trying to find out if anything was wrong with me, me trying to concentrate on her words and not the pain from the hole in my chest.So here I was this evening, walking round the town for the fifth time this week and finally coming to a stop in front of a liquor store. There was a free bench directly opposite the store so I sat there, watching people move in and out of store, while trying not to think about how messed up my life was.As I watched the store, a familiar looking girl walked through the doors-dressed in an oversized hoodie, similar joggers and a beanie-clutching a bottle of alcohol wrapped in brown paper in her left hand.A sigh escaped me as I saw that it was Dani.
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Jason Davenport"Can you stop that?" I snapped at the servant who kept adding more gel to my hair to make it fall backwards.Her fingers froze mid-air as she cupped another handful of gel in her hand. She stared at me wide-eyed, waiting for my next order. Unsurprisingly, it only annoyed me further. I tore the ridiculous bowtie off my neck and popped the first three buttons of the crisp white button-down I'd been forced to wear. "Well, get the fuck out!" I spat, glaring at her."Oh!" She managed to yelp before dumping the blob of hair gel into the trash and practically running out of the room.I let out a groan as the door shut behind her. Dad had decided to throw a small party with relatives and friends to introduce his "wife" to everyone. And now I had to dress up and smile and act like the child who's so glad his dad had remarried.Furious, I barged into the bathroom and washed the thick, slimy product off, only stopping when I was sure it was
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