Chapter 9

Alright, so I'm going to go back to doing the normal posts with the random flashbacks. I had this full length flashback post planned for awhile though. After this post though, it'll go back to normal. Thank you for your help, comment please :)




Chapter 9

February 2006

I was using my study hall at the end of the day to catch up on an art project. I was so wrapped up into my work I didn’t realize that the bell would start ringing. Students were pouring into the hallways and I did my best to clean up quickly. By the time I got to my locker and packed up, the hallways were deserted. Even though there was no use, I sprinted to the bus lane. Maybe by some miracle my bus would still be there. I got there and saw the lane was empty, as expected. I sighed, I certainly wasn’t dressed for the long walk back to my house in the frigid Thunder Bay winter weather. It was my only choice though, my dad was probably far to drunk to drive. I’m a sophomore so it’s not like I could even drive anywhere. Not until my sixteenth birthday, which is soon! I hitched my backpack onto my shoulders higher and started down the long winding road that led to my street. People rarely drove down this way, so I couldn’t even hitch hike. With my fucking luck though, it would become a Friday the 13th scene. A loud honk blared next to me, causing me to jump. I looked and to my surprise it was Jordan’s old beat-up truck with Jordan and his bitch of a girlfriend, Jen in it. Actually, I wasn’t even sure if him and Jen were dating. It might be more of a friends with benefit thing. Jordan rolled down the window. “Why are you walking home?” He asked. I resisted making a smart-ass comment, he was actually trying to be nice for once.
“I missed the bus.” I explained feeling like a loser.
Jordan shook his head. “Do you want a ride home?”
“But Jordan, we have things to do..” Jen said giggling.
Jordan rolled his eyes. “I know, but my mom loves her, she would be pissed at me if she found out I left her on the side of the road.”
I put my hands on my hips. “You know I can hear you, right? And thanks, but no thanks. I would rather walk.”
“No, Marie. Just get in the back.” Jordan ordered. I rolled my eyes, but did as he said. I opened the door only to find the back seat littered with trash, hockey gear, blankets, and everything imaginable. Jordan laughed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about all that shit. You can sit in the bed.” He said as if that solved everything.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” I muttered.
“No, he’s not, hun. You’re really lucky Jordan is so nice to give you a ride home.” Jen said in a fake-sweet tone.
“Alright, hun.” I said to myself and climbed into the back. It was still wet from the snow a few days ago and the dirt in it and had changed to mud. I cursed and tried to sit on my hands, I had gotten new jeans. I sat like that the whole way home, feeling like an incredible loser. Yes, I was two years younger than him. He didn’t have to treat me like shit because of that. When we got back to his house, I got out of the back without even saying a word to him. I headed back to my house.
“You’re welcome for the ride!” Jordan called out. I bit my tongue, I really didn’t want to get in trouble with our parents around. Marc waved to me from the window, he was home because they had some time off because of the Olympics. I waved back to him before going into my house. Mike was in college and Charlie was away for the weekend because of a school trip. So it was just me and my dad. Not like my dad was actually a person anymore, more like a permanent fixture in front of the TV with a beer in his hand. I went up to my room and plopped onto my bed. I shut my curtains because I had the perfect view into Jared and Jordan’s rooms, but I was pissed at Jordan right now. I pulled out my phone to see that I had seventeen missed calls from Peyton. I called her back quickly.
“What the hell was so important that you called me so many times?” I asked.
“You want to know.” Peyton responded. I could tell she was pissed off about something.
I leaned back onto my headboard. “Alright, shoot.”
“So you know how I left school early because I had a dentists appointment?” Lana started.
“Yup.”
“Well, afterwards I always get ice cream. So I went in there and..I saw David.” She said. My blood went cold, David was my boyfriend. He was a senior and had a pretty bad reputation for womanizing girls. He promised that once he met me though that he would settle down.
“Okay, that’s nice.” I said trying to down-play it even though I know Peyton wouldn’t call unless if it were important.
“Oh Mar, I don’t know how to say this, but some girl was on his lap and well, they were making out..” Peyton trailed off.
“Did he see you?” I asked blankly.
“No, but trust me Marie. If I could have opened my mouth without searing pain I would have flipped out on him. I promise, I’m so sorry.” She rushed.
“Listen Peyton, it’s not your fault at all. Thank you for being a good enough friend to tell me. Now I have to hang up so I can break up with his pathetic ass.”
“Tell him I’m going to kill him too, if you don’t.” Marie muttered before hanging up with me. I sent David a simple text.
We’re over
A few minutes later my phone buzzed with his reply.
What the fuck babe, why? Did your little friend tell you something, cuz I swear she’s lying!
I shook my head, did he really think I would believe him over her?
Just don’t talk to me anymore. At all.
I put my phone down, still pissed off at him. It buzzed a few minutes later.
Whatever, I’m coming over. We’re going 2 talk about this.
He could try and lie as much as he wants, but there’s no way I’m falling for his bullshit again. In fury, I threw my phone hard against the dresser. Luckily it didn’t break, but it showed how pissed off I was at him. How could he do that to me? He promised so many things to me. I stayed in my room absolutely seething until I heard a car pull out fifteen minutes later. I shoved the presents he got me and his hoodie that I wore frequently into a box. The thing I was going to miss the most about this relationship was that hoodie, it was very comfortable. I stormed down the steps, I was a woman on a mission. David had just gotten out of his car when I met him on the driveway. The cold air hit my bare legs, forgetting the fact that I had changed into shorts when I got home.
“Nice legs, babe.” David said smirking. I shoved the box roughly against his chest, so hard that he stumbled backwards. His smirk immediately turned into a frown.
“Wait, were you serious about breaking up with me?” David asked.
I laughed and shook my head, was this guy for real? “No shit. Of course I was.”
“You can’t just dump me!” David yelled.
“Watch me!” I retorted. He started going through the stuff in the box before throwing it to the ground. “No, come on, it was nothing!”
“You call making out with a girl nothing! What is fucking wrong with you?” I spat.
He slammed his fist on the hood of his car. “It’s not like I hooked up with her.” Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the curtains being pulled aside at the Staal house to reveal the three of them staring at us. Great, Jordan just witnessing more embarrassing moments for me.
“Oh, I didn’t fuck her, so I’m a good boy.” I mimicked him.
“Maybe you don’t satisfy me enough.” He muttered.
I snorted. “Oh, so I won’t be a slut so it gives you every right to cheat on me.”
He shrugged. “Yeah, it does.”
I laughed. “You really are un-fucking-believable.” David grabbed my wrist and started dragging me to his car. “Come on, just get in. We can “talk” more.” Like he really thought I would have sex with him after this. Maybe if his idea of sex was me ripping his balls off. I tried to dig my heels into the ground, but he was much taller and stronger then me. “David, let go!” I yelled to him. He ignored me and kept trying to drag me into the car. Next thing I know, he was being shoved back into his car. I saw red hair, so once again, Jared was beating up an ass for me.
“What the hell?” David yelled before rubbing his head and standing back up. Jared pushed me backwards behind him. David stood up and punched Jared in the nose, hard enough to make him bleed. Jared held his nose for a second before returning the punch to David’s gut. David tackled Jared to the ground, both of them wrestling. I yanked hard on Jared’s shirt trying to get him to stop. I was feeling too much like the damsel in distress with two men fighting for my honor. Jordan stepped out of the house and ran to the driveway. I smacked my hand against my head, this day couldn’t get any better. Jordan threw David against his car.
“Get the hell out of her. Now.” Jordan growled. David looked at both of the large Staal boys and gave up.
“Bitch.” David said to me before spitting in my general direction. Jordan punched David after that. “Don’t call her that.” I seriously think I’m losing it. This was the same boy that made me sit in the truck a few hours earlier. David scrambled into his car and pulled out of the driveway wildly. Jared wiped his bleeding nose with his shirt before walking over and putting his arm around me.
“Why do you have a nack for picking up jerks, eh?” He asked. I sighed and started walking towards his house with him to clean him up.
“You always beat up those jerks for me. You didn’t have to do that, you know. I mean I am so greatful, but you are going to get hurt one of these days.” I told him. His grip tightened around my neck. “You’re my best friend. Of course I have to beat up those jerks for you.” We headed towards the kitchen, thank god Mr. and Mrs. Staal were out for dinner. Marc handed Jared a wet paper towel without a word. Jared pressed the paper towel against his nose before sitting up on the counter. I sat down next to him.
“Besides if I didn’t beat the shit out of him, he probably would have raped you or something.” Jared stated.
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t have let him.”
“But what have you done?” Jared asked.
I blushed, it was rather embarrassing. “Uh, not telling you.” Jared socked me on the shoulder. “Come on, I just beat a guy up for you. It’s the least you can do.” He told me.
“Fine. Alright, so I would have pretended that I forgave him and offered to um..give him a blow job. Then I would have just like..bite his dick, leaving him in agonizing pain, and then I would have made my escape.” I said turning bright red, staring at my hands the whole time. Marc erupted into laughter, so hard that he had to lean against the counter.
“Oh Marie, I knew there was a reason I missed home so much.” He said between giggles. I shrugged, it was honestly just the way my mind worked.
“Marie, can I talk to you?” Jordan asked leaning against the doorway. I inwardly groaned but stood up, “Yeah.” We went outside and started walking through the sod farm in silence for a few seconds.
“Why did you go out with him in the first place?” Jordan said finally breaking the silence.
I shrugged, “I don’t know really. I thought I could change him.”
Jordan snorted. “You can’t do everything.”
I stiffened. “What did you even want to talk about, anyway?” I said defensively.
“Look, I wanted to apologize you for treating you so badly today. I shouldn’t have made you sit in the truck.” He apologized.
“You’re seriously apologizing for that?” I asked.
“What, is that not good enough for you?” Jordan asked angrily.
“How about you apologize for treating me like a jerk for the past three years?” I retorted.
“All you do is make fun of me or make fun of Jared for hanging out with me. Well, what the hell did I do to you. I was nic-“ I started to rant.
Jordan interrupted me. “Shut up.”
“What?” I said angrily. Then before I could do anything, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.