Breaking the Ghoster's Heart

Episode 2

I pushed the books against my locker and slammed the door shut. The sudden noise caused the students beside me to leap to the ground. I lowered my head and smiled awkwardly, as it may appear. They merely glare at me and bang their lockers together as they exit. This is vexing me!

I'm so enraged, or whatever you want to call it, as a result of that jerk, David Pluck.

God knows how much I despise cliché high school dramas. That guy who branded himself as the school's bad boy is after me. David continues to wreak havoc on my high school life following that embarrassing moment in the cafeteria with my friend Nadia, who essentially started this, but I refuse to hate her because she is, after all, my best friend. And what irritates me even more is that I despise the situation in which I find myself.

What situation are you alluding to, Heather? I considered. I just shook my head, as I'm on the verge of losing my mind. As I close my eyes and slam my head against the locker door, I mentally pray to the Lord for assistance in resolving my dilemma.

Please, get rid of that jerk as quickly as possible. I don't want to get mixed up in his melodraminations and the repugnant impression he's giving of me. I'm in favor of peace. He's not the boy I want. Just give him to my friend who has a playgirl for a daughter. They are made for each other. We make this request, and we ask it in Jesus' name. So be it!

When I was about to close out my devotional prayer, my pocket vibrated. I am drawn to it, immediately, due to the anticipation of it. I've known it all along! That's the guy! He is a gift from heaven. Yes, God, I'm so thankful that you answered my prayer!

When I opened my phone, it made me beam from ear to ear. Even if I appear to be crazy, I am okay with that. Only recently, I felt like eating someone due to anger, but… Well, now, it's fully furnished.

How does the writer describe the feelings of her characters? Wait, I’m feeling it right now. Oh right, there are butterflies in my stomach!

As I read the text coming from a person whom I really, really, like, as in like, romantically like, I badly want to puke rainbows because of happiness and ecstasy. It was from Blake, who hasn’t contacted me these days after the night he last called.

Blake:

Sorry if I haven’t contacted you these past few days. Kinda busy: >

Hope you’re doing fine.

How are your studies?

Biting my lips, I decided to reply back in a second! I know that there’s this rule girls created that you must not reply to him fast. Wait for a couple of minutes and tell him that you’re busy at the moment or something like that, even though you aren’t really busy and you’re eager to reply to his texts. But this person I am talking to is Blake, so I’ve got to erase that rule in my head. As a result, I texted him back.

Me:

OMGGGGGGG! I THOUGHT YOU ’RE GON NA LEAVE ME HANGING THESE PAST FEW DAYS.

It’s been a while, really. I’m okay. How about you?

I pressed the sent button shamelessly. Does the first sentence sound like I’m really, as in really, eager to talk to him? Yes, that sounds like. But I don’t care as long as it makes me happy. Or him, too. Let’s just hope the feeling is mutual.

Blake:

Yeah, I think so. That’s the Heather I knew.

Just so you know, I'll be playing a game in an hour.

Anyway, what can I do to repay my absences?

Grinning, I type my supposed message for Blake if a jerk didn’t show up beside me. A leaning David Pluck was on my side as he read the text out loud that made the students in the hallway glance at us. "I’m having a game in one hour just so you know. Anyway, what can I do to repay my absences? Wait, is that your boyfriend?! "he shouted, a hint of mockery was very evident in his voice. What’s funny?

I covered my phone and dipped it in my pocket so that he couldn’t see more. "Yes. I told you. I have a boyfriend already, so stop pushing yourself on me, David. " As soon as I told him this with confidence, he suddenly burst into laughter and I saw him wiping his own tears. What in heaven?

"Why are you laughing again?" I asked curiously. I just don’t get this jerk. When I looked around, I saw some students eyeing at us. They were covering their faces but I knew they were laughing at me. Or am I just being paranoid? Ugh, this is frustrating me!

"Me?" he pointed at himself. "Pushing myself to you, huh," he continued, but still laughing. "Dream on, Heather," he whispered as he inched his face to mine. "Your hot friend is asking me a favor. Why don’t you accept my help? " I believe he was referring to Nadia and the cafeteria scene.

I inched my face more towards him. "Why would I waste my time on a jerk?" There, I spat the word ‘jerk’ right in front of his face. I could feel the victory inside my system when his face darkened. I saw his jaw clenched. That was the cue to pull away from my face. "Don’t mess up with me, David. I know your secret. You don’t want to stain your ‘badboy reputation’, right? " I asked.

"What are you getting at?"

The corners of my mouth curved into a sweet yet revengeful smile. "That’s your task to accomplish. What could it be? "

"You’re getting into my nerves."

"I know. The feeling is mutual. "

"Just f*****g tell me."

"What if I was just joking around?"

"You don’t seem to be a person who likes to joke around."

I sighed. "Are you really concerned that the entire school will find out that you had your circumcision at the age of ten?"Ops, my bad, I spat it out. " I covered my mouth, pretending to be dumb. His whole face reddened until it reached his neck and ears, and I think, that’s my cue again to run away if I want to save my life from the ultimately dangerous badboy in school.

Where the heck did I get that confidence? Oh, Lord, forgive me for my sins from the past. I don't want to go through life as a spinster.