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

afternoon about her, I would have probably made a move on her. But I’m not that selfish. So I let her leave.

She opens the door to my bedroom but then she turns to me.

“Hey dave,” she calls me.

“Yeah?” I say, confusing is evident in my voice.

“Don’t be a stranger. Text me, you got my number:” She winks and blushes again. With that she leaves and I remain confused.

'What the hell is she up to?'

 

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Longest chapter I have made. 

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Chapter Twelve: Jude

 Chapter Twelve: Jude [Jazielly’s POV]

 

"I got caught up by the chase and you got high on every little game. I wish you were the one, wish you were the one that got away. Oh if I could go back in time, when you only held me in my mind.Just a longing gone without a traceo, h, I wish I'd never ever seen your face. I wish you were the one, wish you were the one that got away." - The Civil Wars

 

 

My heels were killing me. I don't’ know how girls can wear heels every single day. I need to do better convincing Stace that you can wear Converses and boots, and the outfit will still look ‘flawless’. I sat down on my seat in Psychology. I sighed, while taking out my notebook and my text book. The board said to read pages one-oh-one to one-oh-seven  and take two column notes. Then to answer the questions. It’s what we did most of the time in Psychology, take notes and answer the questions. Sometimes, we talked about what we read in class and some days we just talked the whole period and do nothing. It depends on the teachers mood. Few minutes later, Lena and Jude walked in. They were talking to each other, Lena was nodding. Then Jude gave her a piece of paper and sat in his seat. She had a smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It made we wonder why.

She walked over to me, her smile disappeared. And she handed me the paper.

‘Why would he give me a paper?’

 

I opened it, carefully not to rip it. It said in very small handwriting:

 

‘I know we never have spoken before. But I’ve noticed you the first day you walked in this class. If you want to, meet me after class, I need to ask you something. I’ll be waiting… no pressure!’

 

I looked up at lena, she exhaled heavily. Her head was down, I wanted to look at her eyes, but her copper long hair was covering her face. I looked at Jude, he was writing down in his notebook. I think I knew what he was about to ask me. I was going to accept because I needed to, not because I wanted to. Jude wasn’t ugly, but he just wasn’t my type. Yeah, right. You know exactly why you don’t like him. He was tall, he was tan with blonde hair and dark brown eyes.Not green ones, I scowled at myself. He also had snake bites. The complete opposite of a name who shall not be mentioned if I don’t want to think about what happened yesterday.

 

‘Dont think about it! Dont think about it!’ But my mind had other plans. Because then a picture of six packs and a happy trail popped up in my mind. Crap!

‘I bet Jude doesn’t have tight abs like you-know-who.’

I ignored my subconscious and focused on Lena. I think I know why Lena is feeling the way she is. I think she likes Jude. Even though I am going to accept his question- if it is the question I am thinking about- I won’t hurt her. Because by the end of homecoming, I will make sure Jude ends up with the right person!

“Lena?” I whispered.

She sniffled.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“It’s my fault.” She said.

“What?” I shook my head, not understanding.

“Before you came to this school, I was the new girl. He helped me out making my ways to class and stuff. Two weeks later he confesses he likes me. But I couldn’t date, for personal reasons I’m not ready to express. Now, he’s going to ask you and not me,” she explained in a low voice.

“Lena, I’m going to accept his offer.”

Her head whipped and her angry eyes looked at me.

“I thought you were my friend.” She murmured firmly.

“I am but I have to. You may not understand but when I have more trust in you, I will tell you why. But please believe I’m not doing it to hurt you,” I tried to explain.

“This is my fault, it’s okay,” she shrugged.

“Wanna go dress shopping today?” I asked.

That made her eye lit up.

“Okay.”

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I was the last one out of Psychology. When I left the classroom, Jude was waiting for me leaning on  the locker.  I can see why Lena likes the guy.  I walked up to him slowly. His blonde hair was in a fauxhawk, his eyes were brown but if you look closely─ he has flecks of gold. He also had tiny gauges, like a size 4.  He had a five o’clock shadow- dirty blonde. He almost always wears long sleeves, like today. But his blue sleeves were rolled up, showing his tattoos.

Oh man, I can definitely see why Lena likes him. He freaking hot, like reallllllllllly hot. Not six-packs-with-a happy-trail-hot, but you get the memo. As if he feels my presence, he looks up and smiles.

“Hey,”

Wow, his voice is deep.

“Hey,” I say timidly.

“Come, we’ll walk down to gym together.”

Oh yeah, I forgot he was  in my gym class.

“So, I don’t know if you expect like roses and all that shit. I’m sorry if you do, but it kind of a last minute thing, you know?” He look down at me, making me feel shorter than I really am.

“Yeah I know,” I nod.

“Anyways,” He stops, unexpectedly, right in front of me. I stop too.

“Would you be my date for homecoming, please?” He smiles, it doesn’t make my heart stop. Although, he does own a beautiful smile.

I smile back.

“Yes, I will be your date for homecoming.”

“Great! Hand me your phone.”

I take off my backpack and get my phone out. I give it to him. I don’t have a password, waste of time. He types in something, then his phone rings.

“You have my number, text me the color you’ll wear. I can take you out if you want.” He says, we continue walking.

“That’s not necessary,” I say. I was using him, just like I know he was using me. He breathes out, like he’s relief. We make it inside the gym together, everyone stops and looks at us. That’s when I realize how different we are.

Me: high heels, no tattoos, only my ears pierce, shy, and short.

Him: Tall, tattoos, I wouldn’t be surprise if he had his nipples pierce, and Vans.

 

I don’t care. .

 

“Why is everyone staring?” He whispers looking down. Even with high heels on he still has to look down. This is ridiculous!

“Because our life is more fascinating than theirs,” I smirk.

His eyes widen in surprise. Then he lets out a throaty laugh and it’s infectious so I end up laughing, too. When I look up Lena is staring at me with sad eyes. Everyone elses is confused, well except for Dave’s. His jaw his clenched, eyes glaring and narrowed at Jude. His eyebrows knit together.

‘Ohhhhh-kaaay.’

I look back at Jude, “I’ll catch you around.”

He nods, and waves at me while he walk into the boys locker room.

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Lena and I decided to meet up at a Starbucks close by. Lena said she was running late because her mom hasn’t came back from work. She was babysitting her baby brother. Stacey was messing with the radio, but there was nothing on. That’s what I hate about the radio. They are either on commercial or they put a song that was already played in another stations.

“Hey where is your phone?” She asks me in a exasperating voice.

I hand it to her. She puts ‘Jar of Hearts’ by Christina Perri. We sit in silence but Stacey can’t go five minutes without talking.

“Why were you with that kid in gauges?” She breaks the silence.

“He asks me to homecoming.” I shrugged.

“And you’re going with him?” She squeaks. When I look at her, she has her eyes wide open in disbelief.

“Yeah, he’s cute.”

“You like bad boys?”

“I guess, it’s just homecoming. Not my wedding,” I scoffed.

“Okay… Jeez no need to get offended.”

 

Silence again. The music was playing in my car. I looked to the side, I saw people walking around enjoying the sun in Florida. The sun is shining, people are smiling, speaking on the phone, listening to their headphones, boys skateboarding, some people are jogging. There are couples holding hands, communicating, Moms walking with her child holding their kids hand. Everyone seems be happy, not anger in them. It’s probably all a facade; half of the people in this world are amazing actors. I get a text from Lena saying she’ll meet us in ten minutes. I tell Stace, she looks relieved to hear the news.  

I sit back close my eyes. Which was a big mistake because my mind rewinds back to yesterday. Specifically, when Dave came out the bathroom with only a tiny black towel wrapped around his waist. He had light hair on his chest. His six pack were deep and his V was deep. He had a line a hair from his belly button traveling down. He had a lean back with dimples. He also had a new tattoo. A huge one tattoo on the side of his ribs, which was new because he didn’t have it in Junior year. I saw all this in less than ten seconds. And I almost saw his thing.

My eyes popped open. Stace jumped from my sudden movement. She looked at me as if I grew a moustache. I blushed because… well, let’s not talk about why.

 

“Why are you blushing?” Stacey asked, cocking her head to side.

“Nothing,” I say way too quickly.

“Jazielly Rose Moore,” She scolds.

“Okay, I’ll tell you but you can’t speak of it ever again,”

“Cross my heart,” she crosses her heart with her index finger.

 

I tell her how Yamil let me in the house. She told me to go up the room. I put my headphones back in, finishing a song. When my song finished, that’s when the door opened. I tell her all the details, leave her with her mouth open wide.  When I finish she starts laughing loudly, and I scowl at her because that’s so not cool.  When her laugh dies off, I glare at her not once did I think the story was funny. Embarrassing but not funny. Uncomfortable but not funny. Especially when I had to sit there, with him shirtless. His naked chest taunting me for about three hours straight.

 

“That was not funny at all,” I groaned.

“I’m sorry, but sometimes I forget how innocent you are. It was just a chest,” Stace chuckled.

“Watch when you see for yourself,” I muttered.

 

Lena texts me that she’s in Starbucks. I look around for her, she gets out of an SUV and walks up my car. I unlock the car,