Breed by Alpha Jaxton

Chapter 11: weird stares

I look at him and I find that he is looking at me in this weird way. His eyes are stuck on my thighs.

Oh damn. This Shorts.

There’s a reason why they are my favorite pair of shorts. They make my thighs look so good. They make my skin look so olive and smooth.

That’s why I wore them out today. My body might not be slim and slender like most of the women here but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull off shorts and a nice top.

To draw his attention from my thighs to something else that is not my body I bring up the whole situation again.

“But fr next time don’t bring them to our spot. I don’t have anything against your friends.” I choke those last words out because that’s a lie. I have things against his friends. I loathe their existence. I really do.

“But this is our special place, I don’t want to fight you again to. Okay?” I ask him.

“I promise. I really want you guys to get along but if that’s not going to happen then I understand. Just that I am tired of having to do separate things with people I love and you are my best friend.” He says.

“You have to give them a chance. They talk about you all the time and they never say mean stuffs about you. I don’t think they will be talking about you so much if they didn’t like you... think about it. “ he says.

I roll my eyes. It’s either he is really naive or stupid.

Wtf.

They talk about me all the time because they are clearly very obsessed with me and can’t think of anything to do with their free time than think of new ways to torture me and make my life a living hell. They should not have done that, they should not be doing what they are doing but they don’t give a f**k and that’s apparent. I am going to stop giving two f***s too.

I can’t continue living my life like this. What do I gain?

Nothing but pain and tears at the back of the bleachers, eating my lunch alone in whatever quite corner I manage to hide in before they sniff me out, not attending parties because I was not invited which half of the time I am grateful for because if i was invited then I would have to be looking over my shoulders so I don’t hazed or worse..... attacked, not going to my own dinners and balls because of the fear and everyone has already made it known that I am not welcome there or anywhere so that’s it. That’s how my life has been. Even the blind can see it. It is exhausting.

But the weak part of me is clinging to Jeremy. He might chose to be intentionally oblivious but he cares about me and he loves me and that’s all that matters to me right now. I am attention deprived obviously and I am feeding off the crumbs he is throwing my way.

“I don’t want to fight with you about them anymore. They are your friends not mine. I know you mean well but I don’t want to get to know them. I don’t want to ever be friends with them and I don’t like them for any reason. I hope you can understand that and respect it. I would never force you to do whatever you didn’t feel like doing. Right?” I ask him.

“Yeah I know. It’s just I wish y’all could just get along fine. But it’s okay. I understand and I respect your wishes.” He takes a dramatic bow .

It drags out a giggle from me and he smiles at me.