Hard Love, Mis Understood [best story books to read txt] 📗

yet, someone was. I wonder who. That’s something I will figure out eventually.

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I am laying down my bed, staring the ceiling with my hand crossed behind my head. Homecoming is right around the corner and I know Melanie is going to be so mad. She’s going to prom alone. Well not really because if she really wanted too, she could get a date. We’re not even together, so I don’t have to take her. There was only one person I wanted to take. I wish I can claim her, make her mine. I wish she didn’t hear what I said about her. I wonder if we’re still going to work on the project together. I want to see her, but I am afraid to look at her. I remember all those times I saw her struggle against Melanie, Matt and Jason. Out of all the people that tortured Jazielly, they were the worse.

 

- FLASHBACK -

 

I was angry at Melanie. She dyed her strawberry blonde hair, to a pale blonde. It was almost white! She fucked up her hair. It doesn’t even feel soft anymore. I can’t believe she’s changing herself, to look better than these other bitches. I have told her so many times she’s beautiful just the way she is. Why is she changing herself? I hate it. I flipped out on her now she’s mad at me─ which I could care less. I’m just hoping Jazielly doesn’t appear anywhere around here. Because I know Mels is going to take her anger out on her. And I don’t want to go with it today. I can’t take her eyes filled with despair, pleading me to help her. I can't do anything about it. I’m a coward. I don’t have the heart or the balls to stop them.

Melanie, Matt, Jason and me, we were still in hallway. We didn’t want to go to class early today, so we’d go when  class was almost over. It gave us enough time to catch up on some missing notes and papers. Fifteen minutes into the period, the door from the end of the hallway opened. I longed so deep inside me that Jazielly wouldn’t come out of that door. But by the way my heart accelerated, I just knew it was her. And when Melanie hopped off the locker, I knew she was going to take out all the frustration she had, on Jazielly.

Jazielly always looked down when she walked. She never payed attention what was in front on of her. So when Melanie got in the middle of Jazielly’s way, she bumped into Mels. She looked up and fear was brimming from her eyes. Melanie shoved her forcefully, making Jazielly fall on the floor. It made me want to grab Mels by the arms and do the same to her, but worse. But I couldn’t and I wouldn’t. So I stood there, with an impassive gaze at Melanie and Jazielly. Melanie grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Tears that Jaz tried to hide, escaped her eyes. She whimpered, making me sick with disgust. I was disgusted at myself for witnessing this and not doing anything about it. When Jaz stood up, she kept her eyes onto Melanie, never backing down. Sometimes she’ll beg for them to stop and sometimes she takes the hits like nothing. Sometimes her eyes just stare at whoever is doing the damage, not taking her eyes off them; her eyes filled contempt. And sometimes she looks at me, imploring for me to help her. But I don’t.

“What do you have there little bitch?” Matt says. His hands touch her neck and she flinches. She has a necklace with a red birthstone on it. She never wears jewelry. It’s the first time she wears it.

“She never wears jewelry,” Jason points out, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Melanie’s eyes widened, like she came up with an idea. FUCK! This is not good. She snaps her fingers and then points at the bathroom. Matt and Jason grab Jazielly from her arms and drag her to the girl’s bathroom. And yes they do go in the girl’s bathroom, I do too.  I secure the door, that way no one will come in.

Jazielly hasn’t made a sound, but I have a feeling she knows what's going to happen. Matt and Jason toss her inside a bathroom stall. I can’t see what’s going on because I have to make sure no one comes in the bathroom. But I hear Jazielly crying.

And she speaks up, which rarely happens.

“P-please don’t flush i-it, my g-g-grandma gave i-it to me,” she stutters, her voice is hoarse from crying so much. It breaks my heart in half.

“What the fuck does your grandma have to do with this?” Matt asks.

“She d-d-ied right before she g-gave it to me,” she murmurs.

Everything is silent. All you could hear is the droplets of water from the faucet hitting the sink. Then I hear a ‘blop’. I might be an asshole, but Melanie is worse. She fucking heartless. A cold bitch.  She won’t flush it, she can't be that merciless.  

“I will flush it, unless you want to get it” Melanie says. I hear shuffling.

“Ah-Ah-Ah with your mouth,” Melanie speaks up.

Then I hear sobs, that makes my stomach clench- not in a good way- I notice from the bottom of the stall that Jazielly is on her knees. Then, her whole body bends down. She puts her face in her hands and her body quivers. She picks her head up, she gets closer to the toilet. She’s gonna do it. The necklace means so much to her, that she will get it with her mouth. Just the thought of her beautiful pouty lips being tainted with such dirty water makes me nauseated.

Matt and Jason chuckle. Fuck this, I can’t take it. I walk over the stall and I see Jazielly’s head halfway down the toilet.

I grab her by the arms and pull her up.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” I shake my head at her.

She looks at me with fear with a hint of gratitude. I get down on one knee and push my sleeves up to my elbows.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Mels sneers at me.

“Her fucking grandmother died, have a damn heart,” I scoff. I dip my hand in the clear but nasty water and grab the gold necklace and to Jaz.

“Here, now get the fuck out my face!” I say, trying to sound harsh. But deep down I wanna wipe her tears away with my sleeves and kiss her sweet lips. She didn’t have to be told twice; she ran out the bathroom like it was on fire. I walk over the sink and wash my hands. When I walk back to them, I notice Melanie and the guys are looking at me, with bemusement.

 

To distract them from my odd behavior,  I grabbed Mels hand and pull her close to me. I crush her against the stall and kiss her chapped lips. Jason and Matt get the hint and leave the bathroom.

 

I shove my tongue into her mouth and she moan loudly─ lately that shit has been getting annoying. Her hand go up to my hair and she tugs it lightly. I kiss her vigorously, biting her lower lip, sucking her tongue. Our teeth clash, our tongues rubbing against each other. I break our kiss and slowly make my way down her neck. She tastes and smells like strong perfume and she groans. I try to block it out picturing smooth skin. I pull her shirt down, she has no bra on, so her breast spill free. I suck her pink nipples and pinch the other one with my hand. When her and travel down my stomach and make their way to my belt. the bell rings.

We break apart, while her blue eyes are filled with desire. All I can see is brown ones, filled with hatred. So I leave her there hanging. She calls my name but I ignore her. I walk out of school angry at myself for being so weak. Because that is what I am… weak.

 

- End Of Flashback -

 

Matt and Jason did most of the dirty work. I was present every time but once or twice.  But she surprised me today, because she took no shit from Melanie. She kept moving forward. She even won her in track. Melanie was the fastest girl in school. Obviously not anymore. Although, she did trip Jaz. It makes me wonder if that’s the  only way she can win. By cheating. Something in my mind agrees with me but I push the thought away. It’s not necessary at the moment. Right now, I just want to see Jazielly.

So I text her:

 

‘Wanna finish this project today?’

 

I know she might ignore me. To kill time, I get my laptop out and start a design for the poster we have to make. She wanted me to make graphic design of Uncle Sam and the French army.  I Looked up pictures of Uncle Sam and French symbols. My phones vibrates, I open turn on my screen. It says:

 

'Okay. I will be there in a half hour.’

 

It’s five thirty, I know by the time we’re done with this project I won’t have the energy to take a shower. I decide to take a quick shower that way when we’re done, I can hit the sheets whenever I want. I take out navy blue boxers and black Champ sweats. I also take out a pair of socks… I hate my feet. I turn on the shower and brush my teeth. When I’m finished, I go in the shower and wash my myself with my Axe Bodywash. I hear my bedroom door open. A few moments later, it closes.

It must be Yamil, taking my dirty clothes. When I’m done, I wrap my towel around my waist. I open the door and make myself back to my room. I don’t notice that someone is actually in my room. Dropping my towel, someone yells. I turn around, to check who it was is but I forget to cover myself.

“Oh my Gosh, please c-cover y-yourself,” Jazielly covers her eyes. Her cheeks are red and her lips are in a thin line. I wish I could say that my dick behaved and didn’t erect. But it’s not my fault she stuttered. It’s definitely not my fault that she looks so cute and innocent.

“Are you d-dressed?” She asks.

“No.”

“Hurry up. Oh my pickle berry soups, this is mortifying!”

'Did she just say ‘Oh my pickle soups’? Who says that?'

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I slip on my sweat pants with no underwear- saves more time- and tell her I am dressed. While I’m putting on my socks, she squeals and turns around again.

“Where’s your shirt?” She whispers harshly.

“No shirt, get used to it.” I mutter.

I sit on my bed and grab my laptop.

“Jaz, c’mon I wanna get this over with.”

She sighs and faces me. She looks at me, and then slowly her eyes make their way down my chest. Suddenly, her cheeks turn so red, making me wonder what is going on inside her head. She bites her lips, and her eyes turn dreamy. Nope! This is not happening. I clear my throat to catch her attention.

Hey eyes snap up to my green eyes. I grin wickedly at her, letting her know I did catch her whimsical gaze. She looks uncomfortable, I try to distract her.

“Do you have the all the dates to the timeline?” I ask her. She nods and walks over my bed. Her backpack is on my bed, it makes me feel stupid for not noticing it.

 

We work on our project for three hours, and around nine fifteen we’re all done. I’m disappointed that we won’t be partners anymore, I won’t have an excuse to spend time with her anymore. Maybe it’s for the best. We clean our mess, and she gets ready to leave. If she didn’t hear what I said this