“Just one more, please.” Elisa is tugging me towards the pool's edge and brandishing her phone high. The girl is on a selfie mission tonight, and I am being dragged around like some underpaid model. She’s slowly getting used to being in heels and a dress and keeps turning heads now she has relaxed. She looks knockout, and I’m sorta mad Tyler isn't here to see it.“I’ll take one with you.” Jordan shrugs in and moves up behind me to nestle shoulder to shoulder, and I inwardly recoil. His body heat travels up my naked arms and over my ass and back as he hunches my way to get in close. I am not too fond of the sensation.He’s been ultra attentive since we arrived a couple of hours ago and keeps following me about like a puppy, and it’s grating on my nerves. I am trying to be nice, but it’s suffocating that I can’t seem to gain breathing space from him. I feel like if I stay alone with him for more than a few seconds, he might get down and propose. He’s never been this clingy at school, an
I type like a crazy woman trying to stab my fingers through the screen and send him a response.“I can date and hang with whoever I want, seeing as my confession was rejected, and now I think I’m over it. Don’t dare come at me when your choices of lover are the scraping-the-barrel variety!”I’m furious, blood bubbling in my veins, and Elisa sits quietly before taking my cell from me when I hold it out as a way of explanation. I have no words while I am sitting here stewing with rage. My head is bubbling with blood rushing through my ears, and my body tingles with excess nervous energy. I wish that dumb asshole were here tonight so I could march to him and have this out face-to-face. Not an hour away in some cabin hiding behind texts.“So…. he’s jealous? See, told you he likes you. I figured it would be a reaction like this as he isn’t shy when he’s crazy mad.” Elisa shrugs, not fazed by what he sent, and I snatch it back from her. She seems a little smug that whatever social experimen
Elisa and I are vegetating in the tv room this morning. Tired from a sleepless night but trying to ignore its obvious reasons. Neither of us can be doing with drama today. Last night affected us more than either cares to admit, and we can hardly deny those two boys have a serious hold on our hearts and mental state.How did it get like this?Neither of us has turned our cells back on as we made a deal to keep them off until tomorrow to give Dane time to cool off and realize what an idiot he was being. That all of that was stupid. I don’t think we dare to go round two on angry, jealous boys who have lost their ever-loving minds.Elisa is acting guilty, curled up and pouty like she caused all this, but I won’t hear of it. All she did was post pictures of us dressed up and having fun with our classmates. There was nothing wrong with that, and even though I didn’t understand her intent, it’s not like any of it was purposely posed to try and get at Dane. Those photos were natural and held
Eyes locked on with a forceful meaning behind them, and I inwardly recoil. Dane is trying to eat into my brain and mark his territory, and I’m at a loss for words. He’s trying to remind me that I already claimed to love him, so I have no right or ability to accept any other guy. All my bravado dies a death as adrenalin piles up, a bad case of flutters and weak legs have me a jittery mess.“Tell him….you don’t like him like that. You’ve never liked him like that….that you will not date him!” Dane’s words are poison-tipped knives being fired at me from close range. Precise and threatening as he leans in closers to my face, making a point of almost coming nose to nose with me, and my vision blurs slightly with the influx of nerves he gives me.He's being the same asshole that sent those texts last night. A person I have never seen him be towards me. It makes me nervous and unsure about how to handle him.“I…… what are you doing?” I answer him in a feeble whisper. Aware of the lack of oxy
I pad into the kitchen around one am, unable to sleep tonight and clammy with it. It’s unusually hot, and even with aircon, I am stifling.Elisa went home hours ago after hiding in my room all day and avoiding Dane and Tyler. She has no courage to face whatever it was he wanted to say. Luckily my mom came home around noon to work, which meant the boys made no attempts to come near us. Dane had the sense to keep his head down around her, especially with a face that looks like he has gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson.I don’t bother turning on the lights, seeing as we have nighttime downlights over the counters casting a subtle glow, and I quickly get myself some milk and heat it in a pan on the stove. It takes a minute, and I decant it into a mug before clearing up my minimal mess.I always feel like an intruder in my own home when I come down here after dark. I have no idea why and it makes me unusually quiet while going about my business and then tiptoeing to leave the kitchen with my
Because I asked him to….. What is that even supposed to mean?Was that why she cried at school?That was days ago, over a week ago.Surely he didn’t break up with her the day after I confessed my feelings and asked him to get rid of her? If he did, why is he only telling me now? That makes no sense, given how he reacted and his disappearing act.I can’t formulate a reply to his question because I have no idea why he’s like whatever he thinks he is. He has me so confused that I’m standing gawping at him like a moron and silently unraveling a spew of crazy thoughts.Did he just confess to having feelings for me?Surely not.“You said…” It’s all that comes out, trying to pull back everything he said to me these past days and all the reasons he would never like me, but none of this makes sense. Unsure where to start or which rebuff and rejection speech I should remind him of. I’m suddenly lightheaded and majorly confused about how I should feel or think.“I know what I said.” He finally p
I am still so pissed about what Dane asked of me in the middle of the night. Banging around the kitchen while I make myself a snack, mid-study day at home, and I’m getting angrier the more I think about it.Who does that?Admits to having feelings for the person you know has feelings for you, but drawing a line and a no-date ban while asking them to never date anyone at all so they can handle their emotions. He has some nerve. That’s next-level rejection right there.If he hadn’t thrown Charmaine in my face so blatantly, rubbed it in, and used her, I might have been more open to us agreeing to a dry dating spell. Seeing no one while we respectively took care of our own emotions, but he offered nothing in comparison. He didn’t even mention it at all. Now I’m raging at the fact that he obviously intends to still date after all of that, and it’s just me who isn’t allowed.He is such a selfish and self-obsessed jerk.Do my feelings hold so little value?And who even does that to a girl? U
“You! We need to have words.” I stalk into Dane's room, startling the evasive Tyler with my snappy words, who is lounging on Dane's bed with a magazine. Eyeing him up with my fierce on and glad my beloved stepbrother is still downstairs doing whatever. He is probably raiding the kitchen for snacks, so he won’t be long. I have to make this fast. I don’t want him catching me here to corner me for his heart-to-heart.“Ummm…. Hey, Kayles.” Tyler seems sheepish, sliding his magazine off his lap and onto the bed before swinging his feet off the edge and sitting up. Not trying to get out of this. I guess he knew it was coming one way or another. He rubs his hand on his jean-clad thigh, making it obvious he has instant sweats at seeing me and avoids eye contact. His whole posture goes into submissive mode as he curls his shoulders and avoids looking at me directly. I have never seen Tyler nervous, but this is surely that.I close the door behind me and march towards him, hands on hips until I