There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 13. Hell Hath No Fury.

                                                     There’s a Jock in My Bed!

                                 Chapter 13 – Hell Hath No Fury (Revised & Reposted)

                        Song of the Chapter: Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani (2004)

This was posted a few days ago. I’m praying that Wattpad is fixed for sure this time so no screw ups. 

Vote and Comment please.  

 

Silently and slowly I get up from the bed. My mouth is still slightly parted and my eyes still have not left the door.

My chest is rising slowly and every breath seems like my last. The shock, the feeling in my throat and the trembling of my hands was becoming too much. I felt like I felt like I’m going to vomit. You know, that feeling like it’s going to happen but it doesn’t. I remove the sheet and instantly blush to myself when I notice that I was stark naked.

I quickly grab a pair of boxers and a random white t-shirt and walk out the room. It’s moments like this when silence really screams aloud. Says more than words could ever do. I know that my dad is somewhere here and it’s most likely he knows about me and Alex seeing he spent the entire night here.

“This day can’t get worse.” I murmur, breathing in and out so loud it’s clearly audible.  I pace down the hallway and down the stairs. I enter the living room and notice a dim light shining and sucks in a breath when I see dad sitting in a chair reading a book. The room is lightly lit, only a little lamp next to him is providing light. His glasses are on his nose and he looks at ease.

I creep up but he looks up causing me to stop in my tracks. “Morning.” He mutters near to inaudible and looks back into the book that is so enticing it seems he can’t keep eye contact.

“Yeah, what time is it?” I ask sitting the floor in the front of him.

“7:30…” he says, trailing off. His face never left the book. I’m growing uneasy at this point. Maybe it’s not the book, maybe’s he’s ashamed of me for breaking the sex rule. I was even ashamed at myself for letting it happen in the first place. Maybe I should talk to him, would he even hear me? He seems so intent on avoiding conversation.

“It’s Saturday…” I mumble as my pathetic conversation starter.

He adjusts himself in his chair and clears his throat. “Yes and tomorrow is Sunday and oh, Monday afterwards.” He mocks, still not breaking eye contact with the words on the page in front of him and for some reason I pictured Rebecca Black…

“Dad what’s the matter?”

He drops his book on his lap, closing it. He sighs and takes off his glasses, setting them on the table next to him. “Evan, I expect much out of you. I’m disappointed.” That’s all he said before getting up. To add insult to injury he turns off the little lamp that is illuminating the room, leaving me sitting there in complete darkness.

I felt the tears at my eyes but force them to stay in. But they weren’t tears of sadness, for some reason I didn’t feel sad, nor depressed…I feel anger.

Anger towards Allen, a nobody who shows up randomly to add to the chaos exploding in my life right now.  

Angry at Jacob, who initially started all of this crap, all of this drama, Alex-for so many reasons it’s hard to just choose one right now. But most of all, the one person who I’m angry at the most, who I’m loathing is myself.

I was the one who got drunk, I was the one who fell for a liar then another one, who disappointed my father. It has all been me, no one was making me do these things.  I never felt so crappy in my entire life.

 I get up in the darkness and stroll up to my room, locking it where I’d spend my entire weekend.

Monday Morning

“I’ll break him.” Chris fumes, slamming his fist against my locker. “I’ll punch him in the face then ring him by the ears then, then-”

“Chris!” I shout over him as people start to stare at us. “It’s okay-I’m okay.” I assure him, putting on a fake smile because in reality… I’m far from it. I want to so badly tell him that I’m breaking inside but he’s too hot tempered and as crazy and pathetic as it sounds I was afraid of what he’d do Alex or Jacob if I told him how much pain I was in.

“It’s not okay Evan, they played you, your dad is pissed at you and the entire school is gossiping about you. They hardly ever talk about those gay straight guys anymore.”

I chuckle. It’s true I haven’t heard anything about the two seniors in a while-odd considering how much of a loud mouth one of them is.

“Attention demon seeds!” I groan and roll my eyes when the voice fills the crazed air of student’s voices.

Mrs. Crawford, dressed in a pants suit held a microphone in one hand and a blow horn in the next. “Since you hooligans got rained out at the Night of Your Life crap we decided to do something special for you. It’s a Halloween dance and it’s going to be as big as Kim Kardasian’s  ass.”

A random blonde girl raises her hand. “But isn’t Halloween at the end of the month? Isn’t it a bit early?”  There are a few grumbles in agreement to which Crawford sounds her blow horn, nearly deafening all of us.

“OH Look, Blondie can tell dates, why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be lending your talented lips to a football player’s lower region…yeah-I’ve seen the video tape Paris Hilton.” The hinges on the blonde’s mouth loosen and she stomps away.

“Okay now that that’s taken care of, come as the most disgusting, evil creatures you can find. I suggest Dracula, Frankenstein, Cher, The economy, Lindsay Lohan, that hooker that stands on the street in front of school in the morning, Barney The Dinosaur or Miley Cyrus’ teeth. With a large variety of losers, there’s no way you shouldn’t come. Have fun, its tomorrow night, return to whatever rumors you were just spreading.”

Once she leaves the halls fill with the noisy chatter again and everyone starts to walk to their respective classes. “See you later Evan, if I see Alex…he’s dead.”

I felt the hairs on my neck stand up; there was something in his voice that tells me he wasn’t kidding. He would-will hurt Alex. I guess this how it felt to have a best friend that is older then you, they take the form of an older sibling.

“Great, a Halloween party, maybe I’ll come as your mother.” I suck in a breath and spin around in anger. I scowl at the smirk playing on Allen’s lips.

“What did you just say to me?” I hiss, balling my fist at my sides. It does not go unnoticed as half the hallway ceases to watch us.

“You know what, I don’t need this.” I mumble, walking passed him. I sense when he turns around and the smile developing on his face.

His taunting laugh booms through the hallway and he claps his hands with a steady slow pace. “Bravo. So mature of you,” he places a hand on his waist. His scrutinizing blue eyes look inside of me with a hate that I’m confused about. He hardly knew me. Why does he hate me already and bent on destroying me?

 “Bravo! The boy who is always in the spotlight, the center of attention, belle of the ball wants to fade into the background. I don’t buy it for a second. You’re an attention whore.” I move up to him slowly. The entire hallway is now watching us, some amused while others are eagerly awaiting some type of physical contact and if this guy didn’t stop, they’d get what they want.

“You know Evan; it’s only systematic that someone has to ruin you. You ruined a friendship between two friends and broke your boyfriend’s heart.”

My lips part to speak-to speak about how Alex used me but then I’d look like a fool who got played and that would only give him more ammo against me.

“You’re not just an attention whore, you’re just a whore.” I step a little closer until there was only about five inches between our chests. We were at the same eye level and I could feel the air leaving his nostrils. “You should’ve though about his feelings, about his heart. You should’ve opened your heart…just like you opened your legs.”

In the blink of an eye my open hand swings and connects with his left cheek, giving me a satisfying swatting sound. The boy stumbles back into the crowd with a few students catching him. Something in my mind clicks…or snaps but whatever it is, I just lost touch with any rationality that is telling me to be mature. Right now I only wanted to kick his ass!

“You son of a bitch!” he screams and flies forward but a pair of hands wrap around him and then me. We both start kicking and screaming. Bobby is holding Allen but the arms holding me down are unidentified seeing that they are wearing some type of jacket.

Bobby holds onto Allen around his waist and with his brown hair covering his eyes and teeth clenched together he screams, “What kind of boy slaps another!”

“The kind that doesn’t want to waist a punch or saliva on a stupid, inconsiderate loser like you!” I spit back as the pair of arms start to drag me down the halls.

“This isn’t over you waste of space!” he yells in my direction while being pulled away by Bobby with Kim mysteriously appearing at his side with her hands covering her mouth in shock.

“You better believe it!” I scream back in response as I’m dragged through the double doors.

I finally break out or I’m let go-depends on who tells the story. The moment he lets go I smack him across the face swiftly. He yells in pain and holds his cheek. “Damn, no wonder that dude wanted to rip you apart, that hurt.”

My eyes bulge and my shoulder slouch a bit “Jacob, what the hell?!”

“I should be saying that to you, you’re the one who knocked the left side of my face off with that slap.”

“I should do a whole lot more than just slap you. You are the reason all of this happened. If you would have just kept your mouth shut, everything would have been alright.”

He snorts and chuckles without humor, “Really? So Alex wouldn’t have used you for sex?”

I freeze completely and look up at him, trying to hide the oh so painfully obvious. “W-what are you talking about?” my stuttering words aren’t exactly helping my case.

“I can see it in your eyes Evan. He finally told you after he got what he wanted. He’s a liar.”

“And you’re not?” I but in swiftly after he finishes.

“I’m not perfect but I never promise anyone anything, he did. I didn’t screw around with your emotions-he did.”

I sniff but keep the tears in my eyes, “I’m not going to cry. I’m bigger than that.”

“Evan.” He sighs. My eyes move back up to meet his sparkling blue ones. So many emotions are filling up in them that it’s hard to just find one-but one glint I can see is one that I’ve sworn off.

“Stop Jacob, I’m done with love, boyfriends, crushes, admirers or anything of that sort. It’s a waste of my time. I’ve been burned twice and you know the saying. “Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me…fool me again and I cut your balls off.”

He swallows hard and keeps silent as I walk back up the steps, “I’m still going to try Evan and I’ll make you fall in love with me…and that’s a promise.”

I stop and look back at him, leaning up against a car close to the entrance. “Well, looks like someone rented a romantic cliché movie last night, I guess this is the time where I say,” I flip my hair back and spin around “I’m heartbroken and vulnerable and want you to but I’ll play hard to get until the end so we can kiss in the rain.” I say mocking a seductive woman and strutting back inside. Through the glass of the door I can see Jacob smiling, still leaning on the wall.

QUESTION: Who won the fight between Allen and Evan? Was it Allen’s major insults or the b!tch slap he got from Evan? Right your answer below!

Okay so here is part 2: The 5 most frequently asked questions.

1. Will TAJIMB have a sequel?

Yes. I plan to have a sequel in 2012, at least 3 months after the first one is finished.

 

2. Where did Allen come from?

Allen Halliwell is my longest going character and this is the third story he has been involved I as a main character. He’s best known as the lead in “Candy Man.” Though he is way nicer there.

 

3. How many chapters are left?

I’m aiming for 30 chapters so don’t worry-a lot. Lol.

 

4. Mrs. Crawford reminds me of Sue from glee. Loll. Is she Sue?

LOL. She is based off of Sue Sylvester from Glee which is why they are so similar.

 

5. How do you choose music and titles because yours seem very well picked. They are very creative…

My music is NEVER random; they are carefully chosen to fit the chapter.

AS for titles, at the beginning of this story I laid out a title for every chapter as a guideline to what should happen next. These titles change a lot however they are very well chosen. I’ll NEVER just have “Chapter 5” or anything like that…my titles are creative, with a little bit of humor and are usually references from movies or songs.

Well the next chapter will be very soon seeing I started early. Until then 

XOXO