Bottle Of Coke

Chapter Four😍( Down The Drain)

I still couldn't believe I was going with

Brad. That guy, as far as I knew, he never

had been in a relationship. Sure, he had a fan

following, but he wasn't the type of guy to

sleep around with girls for fun.

And I obviously respected a guy like that.

But his attitude was what terrified me the

most. He was terrifying for a second, and then

he would be normal.

He was so confusing. What I had noticed, he

never looked genuinely happy. His dark eyes

held no emotion and he rarely laughed.

Sure, comforting people wasn't my forte,

but I certainly was observant. "I still can't

believe I agreed," I anxiously said, biting my

lip, something I did when I was nervous.

"You should consider yourself lucky, really.

Many girls would kill to be your spot right now.

Stop being so grouchy and have a zest for

life!" Pauline over enthusiastically said,

slapping my arm and I rolled my eyes.

"Many boys would too," Ethan quietly said,

still sad about James. "You're a lucky girl.

Could you give him my number sometime,

probably?" I couldn't help suppressing a smile,

Ethan always made me laugh even if he didn't

intend to.

"I don't really think he's gay, Ethan," I

said, smiling sympathetically.

"Well, screw him!" he huffed and stalked off,

being his usual grumpy self.

To be honest, riding unicorns on rainbows

would be much more believable than me going

to the event with him.

"Hey, do you think he's a virgin?" Pauline

asked, and I groaned, rolling my eyes and

stomping away--leaving Pauline laughing her

ass off behind me.

***

The first lecture was Math and I honestly

kind of liked Math, being the big nerd I am. And

that also meant I had to do everyone's

homework sometimes.

Jay ( and Brad too, unfortunately) was in my

Math class, so I really looked forward to it.

He hadn't arrived yet, and behold, I was early

again. The school s**t, Laura sauntered in,

with exaggerated hip swaying and hair tossing.

And why did she even bother wearing

clothes? She might as well as have come

naked, considering a number of clothes she

was wearing.

Honestly, I don't like s**t-shaming, but what

really can you say when you have slept with

the entire swimming and football team? By that

time, students had begun filing in the class.

Unexpectedly (note the sarcasm) her eyes

landed on me and narrowed. She came towards

at me, her heels clicking against the ground.

"Look, nerd, I don't know what the hell you're

doing with Brad, but stay away from him, he's

mine," she hissed, glowering.

To be honest, she didn't intimidate in the

slightest. Yeah, she did, at first. The hard part

was, she used to be my best friends. Yes, with

the n***d baby baths and all.

And you know, High School, and she turned

into the spawn of Satan. She was the type of

best friend I could call at 3:00 am, who would

help me revise for an exam the whole night

when I hadn't studied. She used to be the only

person with whom I shared my cookies and

chocolates--that was a great honor, to be

honest.

But that's the way of life. Everyone

changes. That's totally natural. But then I met

Pauline (we bonded over our mutual hatred for

Laura because she used to bully Pauline too)

and everything was pure fabulous since then.

"Are you like a famous place? 'Cause

everyone's been there, hon," I muttered under

my breath and because of my marvelous luck,

she heard me.

"Excuse me? Did you say something?" she

snarled and the class immediately became

quiet, and everyone was staring at us.

"Oh, actually, I said that I would slap you

but again, that would be animal a***e," I

grimaced, looking at her apologetically. There

were a few-- a lot-- of "burns" and "oohs".

Her mouth formed a wide "O". I grinned at

her, satisfied that she couldn't answer.

Okay, I was actually enjoying myself.

"You..you.." she desperately said, trying to

find words.

"Sorry to interrupt your very intelligent

words, but I'm just plain curious because I

think you must have been born on a highway,

that's where most accidents happen," I said

coolly, and the entire class began laughing.

Once I was triggered, it was hard to stop

me. Just because I was a nerd, didn't mean

that I would take s**t. I had finally come to

understand that-- in a hard way. But I didn't

want to delve into that.

I was just a girl high on insults copied from

the Internet. Laura looked like fume was going

to literally blow off from her ears any second

now.

My eyes caught Jay's gaze and he grinned,

flashing me a thumbs up. I smiled and felt my

cheeks growing warm.

Then I out of the blue saw Brad staring at

me intently. He had a slight green on his face,

which surprisingly made him look very innocent

and childlike, a feature rare in him and some

kind of emotion in his eyes which I couldn't

really understand.

I averted my gaze, feeling a tingling sensation

which I couldn't really understand.

***

Honestly, I couldn't understand why Pauline

and I as well as Ethan and I had only one

class together and I had both English and Math

with Brad.

I sighed and sat in my usual seat, at the

back of the class, so I could slip off in my

dreams.

But Mr. Janson had something else in store

for us. Some kind of a project. We just had to

pick up a random topic and work it. He told us

to choose partners--and I didn't know anyone

in the class--so it was really embarrassing.

Laura looked at me and snickered but

suddenly she looked horrified and her face fell.

A shadow hovered behind me and none other

than Brad sat beside me.

"Partners?" he asked and without even waiting

for an answer, said, "What do you want the

project to be about?"

"First of all, I don't want to be partners, " I

emphasized on "partners". "Secondly, get out

of here before someone notices us."

I glanced around and saw that Jay was

looking over at us, probably confused. He

raised his eyebrows quizzically but I just

shrugged. There was nothing to explain.

"I think everyone's already looking," he

smirked, sprawling his legs and getting

comfortable. "And sweetheart, you don't even

have a partner. You should thank me for

saving your pretty face from further

humiliation."

"Oh, thank you so much, my Prince Charming,

My Knight in Shining Armour, how long I've

waited for you!" I dramatically said, feigning

sorrow and placing a hand over my heart.

"You should be glad that I'm still here," he

chuckled. Oh, my God. He actually laughed. He

quickly tried to mask it up.

"Actually the girls here scare me," he

admitted, his fixed on the whiteboard ahead.

"They'll probably get all crazy if I told them I

wanted to make a project with them." I looked

at him with disbelief.

"You're scared of girls? And I'm a girl too,

for your information. Do I look like a guy to

you? And yes, there are still the guys with

whom you can make the project with," I

argued.

"Well, but again, I prefer girls. And at least

those who are." I sighed. He was going to be

the death of me.

***

School had ended and hordes of people

were swarming out of the entrance. I was

putting my books back in my locker when I

heard a faint giggle.

I sneaked a look and saw that Jay, whose

locker was just a couple lockers beside me,

was holding hands with a girl. He said

something which made her giggle--that

irritating, simpering, sickly-sweet sound.

It felt like my insides had turned to mush.

It was heart- wrenching to see this. "Oh, so,

lover boy is off limits now," a voice whispered

in my ear, making me jump.

"Piss off," I grumbled, blinking away a few

tears.

"Chill. I just wanted to tell you about the

dancing lessons. For the event," he stated, his

large hands in his pockets.

I nearly cried out. "Dancing lessons? You

never told me about that! I'm not going to

dance," I shrieked, horrified.

"It's just some stupid ballroom dancing.

The event is going to be pretty huge, so that's

the cause of all the fuss," he said, looking the

least bothered.

I sighed, leaning against the locker. The

love of my life and any possible relationship

had just gone down the drain.

And I was going to dance.

And I was messed up.

Jay Rush didn't love me. "So, huh, the itty

bitty love of your life not liking you back?"

"You don't understand anything about

love," I snapped. "I don't even think you're

capable of feeling any emotion."

His eyes immediately darkened. His fist

suddenly slammed into the locker, scaring the

wits out of me. His hands were pressed

against the locker, and I was between the

locker and his body.

There was no escape.

"Listen, nerd, I don't give a s**t about

you. But you don't tell me I don't understand

about love and the s**t about emotion," he

growled, his face inches apart from mine.

I sharply sucked in a breath. Glaring at me

for one last time, he left me there, both

frightened and curious. He surely was hiding

something....

was so screwed.

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