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- Chapter 04 -

After the torment that was gymnastics, I was finally heading out of school. Mom had texted me, saying she was going to be a little bit late so I was doomed to wait for her out in the cold. Even when winter was almost gone, the cold breeze was still whipping our town. I sat on a nearby bench and sighed watching students getting in their cars and chatting. I couldn't believe I had slapped someone as popular as Shane and got away with it.

Being really bored, I got on wattpad and started checking my favorite discussions on the clubs. I would always spend time talking and sharing opinions with people there. It was then an idea occurred to me. I clicked on Evan's profile and entered his poetry collection. I wanted to know more about him. I read his poems and tears sprung to my eyes. They were so sad, and they were so well written that they got to my heart quickly. His username made more sense now "Darkpoet001" his poems were dark but they were also extremely sad. 

Motivated by curiosity, I clicked on one of his two stories. It was a thriller story about some murders and stuff like that, I'd read it later so I clicked on the other one. I opened my mouth surprised. It was about a boy, a lonely boy. The prologue described his sad thoughts about the world. Wanting to know more, I transported myself into the story as I read it in silence. 

The main character was so deep and thick, that I found myself very intrigued by him. The story developed in college, basically emphasizing all the steps the main character had to take to overcome his difficulties. He had lost his family and the love of his life. God, this boy knew how to get to someone's heart. Tears escaped my eyes while I was reading a very emotional scene. The girl he loved broke his heart; she dumped him for his best friend. How could she do that? I was so into the story that I forgot I was in the parking lot. I didn't notice a figure standing in front of me.

Someone coughed obviously trying to get my attention but I ignored it. I needed to know what Josh, the main character, was to say to his former girlfriend. My phone was taken from my hands in a quick move.

"Hey!" I exclaimed looking up "Uh-oh," I met Shane's hazel eyes; they held a glint of anger. I swallowed.

"You owe me an apology," he stated coldly.

"Me?" I aimed a finger to me innocently.

"Yeah, you,"

"You insulted me! You deserved what you got," I said standing up "give me my phone back,"

"Don't mess with me, Jones," he pronounced my last name slowly. 

"Are you threatening me?" I scowled at him as he stepped closer to me. Worrying about my safety, I backed away. His lips formed a wicked grin. 

"Hit me again and you'll see," 

"See what?" I was not going to let him intimidate me. He grabbed my arm rudely pulling me to him. I struggled to release myself "Let me go!" 

"You are so..." he stated as he stared at me in silence.

"Insult me again and I swear-"

"Beautiful," I gasped and couldn't help the blush filling my cheeks but then he laughed. I frowned as he let me go and gave me my phone back. He continued to laugh for a while "You should...have...your... face..." he said among his laughter. So it was a joke? Why didn't it surprise me? Of course, a guy like him would never think I was beautiful. I simply glared at him and felt relief when I spotted my mother's car. I walked past Shane but he grabbed my arm again stopping me "What's your name?" Oh Great, he knew my last name but not my name, so classy. 

"Megan Fox," I replied sarcastically. 

"You wish you were that hot," he said sternly. I slapped his hand and smiled at him.

"You wish you knew my name," and with that I walked off. Unfortunately for me, my triumphal exit didn't last long. I didn't notice the parked car on my way and crashed into it with a thud

"Ow!" my knee received all the damage. I jumped on one foot while rubbing my knee "Ow, ow, Ow" Shane approached to me chuckling,

"Nice exit, Jones," he commented amused.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed putting my hurt feet on the ground again. I started limping towards my mother's car. I got inside and slammed the door closed. My mother gave me a confused look but drove off in silence. I guess she was still mad at me. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading Evan's sad story. I wondered if that had really happened to him because it was really tragic. According to his story, her girlfriend had chosen his best friend over him. How could she do that? Why did I care so much anyway? It was probably just fiction, but something in my gut told Evan had had a difficult life. I didn't know how I knew this but I just sensed it. I was lying on my back, my laptop was resting on my belly. I was reading peacefully on wattpad, my eyes landed on the chat box. I had a new instant message. I smiled like a fool when I read the username "Darkpoet001" he had to be my fan otherwise there was no way he could appear in my chat box. 


Him: ....

Me: What?

Him: Hello, peachy girl.

I rolled my eyes at his new nickname for me. 

Me: Hello, freak.

Him: :) How are you? 

Me: Good and you?

Him: Great ;) I had a dream about you.

Me: Really?

I asked in disbelief. Why was he being so nice? Maybe he was tired of being a jerk. My assumptions could not have been more wrong!

Him: Yeah, I killed you in my dream. 

Me: so sweet! (Note sarcasm)

Him: Nah, I didn't kill you. It was not nice dream though. 

Me: Why?

Him: Because you were in it :/

Me: -.-

Him: It was a nightmare, but oh well, how was your day?

Me: Hm, not good.

Him: Why?

Me: I slapped someone.

Him: hahaha really? 

Me: Yeah, it's not funny. Now I got an angry arrogant boy on my tail.

Him: why did you slap him? Did he kiss you?

Me: What? No!

Him: Then...?

Me: He insulted me.

Him: Oh, you need a shoulder to cry on? ;)

Me: No.

Him: Bah, I'm being nice here.

Me: You call this being nice? Your niceness sucks!

Him: You hurt my feelings.

Me: Yeah right

Him: haha did you finish stalking my profile?

Me: Psst, I wasn't stalking your profile

Him: You are not a good stalker. If you were going to read my stories and poems, trying to figure me out, you shouldn't have voted for them. It's all in my newsfeed ;) 

"Damn!" I cussed aloud. I was such an idiot! 

Me: I don't know what you're talking about.

Him: Whatever, girly.

Me: Again with the nicknames -.-*

Him: You know you love them.

Me: I don't!

Him: You do :) 

I was about to type a reply when my door swung opened crashing against the wall. My window shook for the impact. 

"I have returned!" Jason exclaimed pretending a British accent. He walked inside my room like he owned the place. I stared at him in silence. He looked rejuvenated and radiant. I guess he'd had a wild night. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You have a sign on your forehead that says 'I had sex all night'" I commented. 

"I had, indeed," I rolled my eyes.

"Stop it with the accent, it doesn't suit you,"

"Someone's cranky," he pointed me and grinned "but do not worry, my lady," he bowed keeping his eyes on me "I am here to brighten your day," 

"I'm perfectly fine,"

"No, you're not. I heard you got on a fight with Shane this morning,"

"What? I didn't get on a fight with him. I just slapped him," Jason took his shirt off and fanned himself. Then, he threw himself on my bed, causing it to quaver at the sudden invasion.

"Oh rumors," Jason shook his head disapprovingly "why did you slap him?"

"He insulted me," I said absently while my eyes landed on my laptop again. I had two new instants messages from Evan.


Him: Mrs. Strawberry? 
        You there? 

Me: Kind of, my best friend's over.

Him: Oh, talk to you later then :)

Me: Yeah, sure.


"What are you doing?" Jason crawled closer to peak on my laptop's screen; I closed it on his face.

"Nothing," I gave him a closed mouth smile. He narrowed his green eyes at me.

"What are you hiding?" he looked curious.

"Nothing," I replied too quickly. He looked into my eyes. 

"Jules..."

"Jason..." we usually got into this staring contest. Jason's eyes widened.

"Oh my God! You are watching porn!" he exclaimed in disbelief. 

"What?! No! Why would I... no!" 

"Then let me see,"

"No,"

"Jules.." he menaced "let me see,"

"I am talking to someone, alright?" I admitted blushing slightly.

"Is it a boy?" I nodded "Are you blushing? Ah! Thank God, I was starting to worry about your sexuality," I punched his shoulder hard "Ow! Don’t blame me; you haven't had a proper boyfriend in years!" 

"Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian,"

"Sorry," he grinned at me "So who is it?"

"Jason, stop it. He is just... an acquaintance,"

"But you like him,"

"No, I hate him, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual,"

"Who could possibly hate you? You're as sweet as a peach," a smile crept to my lips as I remembered that was Evan's new nickname for me: Peachy girl. 

"Where were you last night?" I asked trying to change the subject. 

"Oh, I was with Helen," I glared at him.

"You were with that sl-" Jason covered my mouth.

"No insults, Jules. She is my friend,"

"Friend? Your definition of friend is sickly wrong. Friends don't screw each other," 

"Well, she's my special friend," he corrected. 

"Whatever, but the next time you appear on my window in the middle of the night and ask me for condoms. I will murder you and feed you to the dog,"

"You don't have a dog," Jason chuckled.

"I could get one," Jason laughed and pinched my nose. 

"You're so cute when you try to look angry,"

"I am angry. You scared the hell out of me last night, not to mention the fact, you hit me with a rock,"

"Sorry about that," 

"Say that to the bruise on my forehead,"

"You don't have a bruise. Don't be dramatic, Jules,"

"Fine, just don't do it again," Jason looked guilty for a moment. 

"Actually, I was wondering..."

"Oh no, no, no, don't tell me you're here for condoms," his guilty expression told me everything "Oh my God! Get out, Jason,"

"Please! I'm short on money and I'm seeing Helen tonight,"

"Again? What are you? A freaking rabbit?"

"Jules, please,"

"No!"

"Come on, it's not like you paid for them. Your mother gave you tons of them,"

"That doesn't mean I have to maintain your sex life. I'm not your pimp," I explained exasperated. Jason pouted and looked at me with puppy eyes.

"You cannot let your best friend get a STD or get someone pregnant," he whined with baby voice. Sighing in frustration, I got out of bed and stalked to my drawer. Condoms in hand, I turned to Jason and was ready to throw them when my mother burst in. She looked at Jason, who was lying shirtless on my bed and then at me. 

"Julie Ann Jones! Can you explain to me what the hell is going on?" she placed her hands on her hips.

Ughh, I was in trouble.

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