That's Just the Beginning

Chapter 12

“Do you what?” I asked, blinking twice.

“Have a big butt? Cause you know, I can’t see from this angle.” He asked, struggling to turn around to see his butt. I felt a smile quirk at the corner of my lips but I held it back.

“It’s flat like a wall.” I stated, shaking my head while rolling my eyes. His eyes lit up and he smirked.

“You mean, flat like your chest?” He asked, his smirk widened.

I shrugged, biting back whatever tears were threatening to fall. First I’m ugly, now I’m flat chested. That’s great for my already low self-esteem. And honestly, I was just tired of it. And it’s even worse when he says it because I know that when people say it in front of a crowd are most likely only saying it because they want to embarrass me. But right now, there is no crowd. Yesterday, there was no crowd.

“No, flat like your face is going to be when I slam it against a tree,” I muttered, biting the inside of my mouth as I glared at him. His eyes widened slightly and he looked shocked. “What? You expected me to slam my imaginary window?” I snorted.

“You’re… violent.” He said, yanking his head backwards as my words registered into his mind. His eyes darted to the nearest tree and he stepped aside, moving away from it.

“So… what are you doing out here?” I asked, waving my hand around. He’d been out here for 15 minutes now, half of which was spent by me using the phone. I sat back deeper onto the hammock, hiding myself in the shade. I wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t commented on my makeup usage because I was stuffed back in the shadows. It was getting slightly cold.

“Well, I thought I saw a hot girl run out of the house, but it was just you.” He admitted, shrugging slightly. I blew out a strained breath before I rolled my eyes, but he couldn’t see it. Another ugly comment, just great.

“Look, I didn’t come to this party to be insulted.” I stated, giving him a flat look. His eyes twinkled for a moment before he spoke.

“Well then, why did you come to this party? Most people come here with one of two intentions- either they want to get drunk or they plan on having… special types of fun,” He explained, editing the words as I grimaced. “And you stated that you weren’t getting drunk.”

“I didn’t come here for either of them.” I stated, biting down onto my teeth hard.

“Then why did you come here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because I was forced to,” I spoke, wanting to end there but I already knew that he was going to ask: by whom and why. So I decided to answer them now. “By my Aunt because… she wanted me to live a little.” I lied about the latter. Since it had something to do with him, I decided it’d be best to not say it.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know? Now what’s the real reason why you were forced to be here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My Aunt wanted to give me a makeover.” I stated, partially telling the truth. I was lying but it was only by omission. I was leaving out the small part about how she wanted to give me a makeover because of his words.

“Is that why you’re leaning into the shadow with your back all crunched up?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged.

“Somewhat.” I muttered, biting my lip.

“Well, can I see you?” He asked. I laughed loudly. Out of all people why would I let him see me?

“Out of all people, why would I let you see me during a time like this?” I snorted.

“Well, I’ll just act like that doesn’t offend me. You’ll eventually get cold or hungry, or maybe even thirsty and you’ll have to come out of that little cold corner.” He shrugged, smirking evilly.

“Yeah, and you won’t be there. Your legs are going to get tired eventually.” I shrugged.

“Did you forget the fact that I play sports? Besides, if I get tired- I can just kneel down or sit down.” He stated, implying in the former that he stands often. With the latter, I smirked.

“Why are you smirking?” He asked me.

“Do you kneel often?” I asked, pressing my lips together to avoid bursting into laughter.

“I… guess, why?” He asked and I lost it. I completely lost it. During my laughing fit, I’m guessing he came to a realization.

“You’re a p*****t,” He stated, annoyed. He would’ve been laughing if the joke was aimed at someone else. For example, if it was aimed at me. “Do you hear that?” He asked, face turning serious. I quickly stopped laughing.

“Stop playing. It’s not funny.” I said, lowering my voice instantly. He shook his head.

“I’m not kidding.” He said, stepping forward. He was about 3 feet away from me now.

“Seriously. Stop. It’s not funny,” I muttered. “Stop lying, you lying liar.” I hissed.

“Come on, we have to go.” He said, quickly backing up and staring over my shoulder as if something was going to appear there. I quickly looked back before standing up and walking towards him. He quickly maneuvered me so that his hands were clutched on my shoulders and my face was in the moonlight. I realized what he was doing and I immediately got angry.

I began moving around as he examined my makeup covered face. He easily avoided my hits but I knew a hit that he wouldn’t be able to avoid even if he tried. I raised my knee quickly and he let go of my shoulders and let out a whimper.

I quickly started to jog away, knowing better than to run and lose my breath in 42 seconds. I heard him shout from behind me.

“Makeup doesn’t make you look any better!” I quickly ran away, knowing that If I stayed I would definitely cry… or worse, run back there and kick him again.