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

this moment. When he lowered his head for the second time, I was ready. I wanted to feel his hands all over me. I wanted his sweet, sweet tongue inside my mouth. When his lips brushed once faintly on my lips, my head was spinning. The second time, my knees weakened. And when his tender lips finally touched mine own, a knock interrupted everything.

"Time's up!" A deep voice said.

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Chapter Six: Remembered

 -Chapter Six: Remembered [Dave's POV]-

 

 

“Cause I remember every word that you said ,it all just keeps spinning around in my head. But it don't matter what I try to do, I keep on forgetting to forget about you. And I don't want to think about you baby so much, all the things we did and all the way that we touched. Just when I think about someone new, I keep on forgetting to forget about you, forget about you, forget about.. so turn around and forget it, forget about you, forget about me and you.” - JoJo

 

I waited for this moment since the first time I saw her. Her curly hair reached up to her waist and her big squared eyeglasses made her hazel eyes captivating. I had to wait four years to have her this close, I’m not letting go. No way, hell no!

She’s mine at this moment and dammit, I’m having this moment! Jazielly tried to step away from me but I grasped her hips and pressed them back to mine. I looked right into her eyes and shook my head. Then, I put my index on my lips indicating to be quiet. But her eyes filled with with worry. I wondered why, did she want to leave?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“They’ll think I’m doing more if I stayed.”

Her eyes looked down at her shoes, she seemed so innocent it’s so uncommon for a person her age to be that way.

“I won’t let them think that Jaz, I promise.” And I was telling the absolute truth.

“Just forget about everyone, it’s just you and me. Alright?” I bent my knees a bit to catch her eyes.

She nodded and looked up. I smiled, I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed her neck and pulled her closer and I pressed my lips gently on her soft ones. I inhaled while she exhaled. Her timid hands made her way on my shoulders and brought me down while she went on her tippy-toes. Her lips felt amazing and I felt myself feeling impatient. I just had to taste her, I was desperate to feel her wet tongue dance with mine. I licked her bottom lip but she wouldn’t open up for me. I tried again and this time slowly slid my hands down her ass and squeezed her firm cheeks. She gasped and my tongue dived in her mouth and she tasted like… nothing?

I pulled back and looked at her. I was confused she tasted like nothing at all, her mouth was dried, is that even possible?

Jazielly hands on my shoulder shook me and yelled my name. But her voice sounded different. It wasn’t her voice I was hearing, it was similar to Matt’s.

“David, wake the hell up!”

I opened my eyes and all the shades were up making me eyes burn.

“What the fuck?” I muttered.

“You have ten minutes to get ready for school,” Matt said. He was already dressed up in plaid button up and light wash jeans.  

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” I asked irritated, grabbing my towel off the headboard.

“I did but your ass is a heavy sleeper now hurry up before I leave you,” he walked to the door and left.

I took a quick shower and got ready in less than ten minutes. I grabbed my backpack and ran downstairs. Matt was already near the door, he tossed me my keys and an apple.

“Thanks bro,” I nodded. He looked at my outfit.

“Bummy day for you, that’s a first.”

I looked down at my tan Sperry’s with my champ sweats and my black northface jacket.

“Well some asshole didn't wake me up early enough.” I walked out the door and headed to my car.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” Matt muttered, thinking I didn’t hear him.

“Someone is gonna walk to school if he doesn't shut up.”  

That shut his mouth. And I took a bite out of my sweet apple.

 

We entered the building as soon as the warning bell rung. I went to History, the class where Melanie was in. I shivered internally. Even thinking of her name makes me skin crawl. At least I don’t have to sit next to her. I walked in the classroom and the first face I saw was Jazielly’s. I had at least one class with her since freshman year. Never had the luck to sit next to her. I know what you’re thinking. Why the hell didn't have the guts to it my ass down next to her? Why didn't I speak to her when I had so many chances to do so? There’s many reasons why but I’ll only name one. Out of all the girls I've been with she’s the only one that made my hairs stand up for attention when she was around. The only girl that made my hands sweat and make me speechless. It’s been six days since that day in the closet, I still think of what her lips must’ve tasted like. 

“Davieee!” Melanie’s high pitched voice cooed.

‘Fuck my life!’

I mustered the bit of patience I had for her and walked over to her. I sat on the empty chair, she moved forward and gave me a quick peck on the lips I took a deep breathe and gave her the most deceiving smile I can come up with.

“‘Sup Mels.”

“I called you last night you, you didn’t pick up,” she pouted her lips. I used to love those lips.

“I didn’t mean to ditch you, I fell asleep. You know I’m a deep sleeper,” I took her fake blonde hair in my hands, it was dead. She used to have hair that felt like silk. I would caress it ‘till she fell asleep.

“You used to pick up no matter what,” she put her palms upon my upper thigh.

‘Yeah used to.’

It’s hard to believe most of this made me feel like I was special.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I said unsincerely. I’m such a fucking two face. I hate that I have to be such a fake person because of a mistake. I wish she’d leave me alone.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry I’m a little late, these old legs only walk so fast,” he coughed. I felt bad for the old guy, though I did admire him. “Everyone get back to your assigned seat.”

I got up and sat next to Jazielly, she looked at me and gave me a sly smile. Melanie and everything else faded away deep inside my conscious, just because of that one gesture. Her eyes moved to the far side of me and her genuine smile, turned into a sarcastic one. I turned to see Mels face. She flipped her hair off her shoulder and faced the teacher.

“...revolution timeline”- cough- “with the person sitting”-cough- “please keep it down, I don’t wanna yell, my throat is killling me.” Cough.

“So there’s three phases in the french revolution, first phase basically is that harvesting failed and everyone starves, peasants are mad and start to revolt-” she looks up at me then says, “Dave, you with me?”

Yes I was, it just shocks me that she’s been here for a week and she knows all this. And the fact that she doesn't stutter anymore. And also the fact that she’s so fucking beautiful.

“Yes I am, although when is this due?”

“The week after thanksgiving. Weren’t you listening?”

“Honestly no, had a rough morning.”

“Oh well we have to complete the french revolution timeline  and do a poster against or supporting the french revolution”

The bell rang but I still had one more question.

“Are we going to my house or your house to do this,” I asked while we packed our stuff.

“uhhh what?” she froze, dropping her notebook on the floor. I picked the notebook up and handed it to her. She looked at me like she remembered something, then she shook her head.

“I asked if we were-

“Let’s go Elly we gotta get to class,” Stacey interrupted.

“I gotta go Dave, hold that thought for later.”

She ran like I told her like I got sprayed by a skunk or something. Shaking my head I walked over to Jason and went to my next class.

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Jazielly POV

 

I was freaking out, what the hell was Mr. Fitz thinking? Why couldn’t I work by myself? I didn’t mind. I hated other people handwriting on my projects, I hated the way they didn’t work as hard as I did.

“I could hear the wheels turning in your head,” Stacey said, snapping me out of my little internal issues. We were in the library because the juniors were taking PSAT’s. We were in suppose to be in Creative Writing.

“He asked me to go over his house, how the hell does he expect me to show up there and be heyletsdothisthing-

“Wait slow down Elly I’m lost,” stacey scrunched her cute little button nose making me smile.

“We’re doing this project in class, right? He asked me if I wanted to go over his house or my house,” I told her.

“Yeah if you want to stick to the plan, then go to his house.”

I shook my head, “isn’t it a little too quick for that?”

“It’s never to quick to become friends,” she shrugged.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, friends.” I nodded.

We wrote in silence for a couple of minutes then she said out of no where, “don't think I forgot that you didn’t tell me about the closet situation.” She nudged my arm with her elbow.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I kept my head down, still focused on my paper.

“That's what they all say,” she said in a scarcastic tone.

“Yeah, how about Matt?” I asked feigning indifference.

She cleared her throat and asked, “What about him?”

Her focus was completely on the paper, she looked at me from the corner of her eye. I raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly.”

 

 

I walked to my bedroom and opened my backpack. The notebook Dave gave me fell on the floor and then I remembered something that I kept deep in my head. I can't believe I forgot

  *FLASHBACK*

Matt came up to me with Melanie and Jason. It was the first time I came late to school. Well, it was excused, I had a doctors appointment. I knew exactly who they were. They were the guys that every girl wanted to be with. It’s disgusting the things I would hear the girls say about them, including Dave. But he was an exception, because he was beautiful, like those models from  Express Men. Yeah, that beautiful.

“I see the way you look at him,” Melanie said, scowling at me.

“w-w-who?”

“My b-b-b-b-oyfriend,” she was making fun of my stuttering. This is why I talk to no one, ninth grade girl who still stutters when she’s nervous.

I closed my locker, clutched my books closely to my chest.

“I d-don’t know who or w-what you’re t-talking about, Mels” I faced her, but not making any eye contact.