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MELISSA POV
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I stood in front of his locker like it meant something, I wanted to clear somethings up. I wanted to hear from him, what was going on between him and the scarf girl.
I was so angry in a way that I wanted to punch the stupid locker that was near me.
I was angry because he was the spotlight of attention even thou nobody put it on him. I hated the fact that girls would throw themselves at him.
But now it was a mixture of emotions, anger and hate, because it seem like the scarf girl got Jades attention without even trying. And I hated that. Jade was suppose to only give me attention.
I always knew that Jade had been difficult. I knew he was like a sharp edge with warning signs, and I never expected to change him. But lately... lately, it was like I didnt even exist.
He hadn't looked at me since she showed up.
Her- the girl with the scarf.
I don't even know this girl. She always hides her stupid face with that damn scarf, and still, it was like she had something around her that specifically targeted Jade. Or was it because she was quiet or acts like she's a mystery or something amazing waiting to be found.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and crossed my arms. The hallways buzzed louder by the minute.
And if he didn't show up in the next five minutes, I was going to scream.
Or worse- go looking for him.
But then- I heard a laugh, a familiar one, Maxs. Jade in the middle of his trio, looking careless. Like nothing in the world was bothering him.
His friends then walked sideways, him all hoodie and swagger, eyes hooded with the usual boredom he wore like cologne.
When he got close he didn't greet me.
Just raised a brow, like I was some stranger parked in the wrong space.
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JADE POV
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She was waiting for me.
Leaning against my locker like she owned the air around it, arms folded tight across her chest like she was trying to hold herself together, eyes sharp with something between a questions and an accusation. Melissa had that look when she was pissed. Lip gloss perfect. Hair nicely done.
Am sure she heard something. She wouldn't be standing near my locker like she lost something. She does that whenever her two minions told her something. So, I guess she heard about the scarf girl. Whom I don't even know her name. And I hated how Melissa watched me closely like I was owning her money or something. It's not like we are dating.
God, I hated this.
I walked slowly as usual and just walked right up and stopped in front of her, like it was any other day.
"You haven't been texting me lately," she said the second I opened my locker.
I glanced at her. "Didn't know we were scheduling appointments now."
She flinched. I could see it- just a little. But it was there.
"I heard things." She said. I knew it.
"About the scarf girl. The way you talk to her and that you both sit together. You think I wouldn't notice."
I smiled lazily. "Mellisa come on. You think I'm replacing you with that... with her? I don't do girlfriends. You know that."
She looked hurt- not surprised, just hurt. She always acted like we were something more. But we weren't. She was fun. Loud when I wanted loud.
"You don't mean that," she said.
I shut my locker, turned towards her fully.
"We on today."
She blinked. Her voice was soft now. "You want to see me?"
I leaned in, lowering my voice. "You know what I want."
That's all it took.
After school we drove in silence.
The kind of silence that didn't ask questions. The kind that screamed between glances. The kind that made your skin itch with things left unsaid.
Mellisa sat besides me, lip gloss too pink. She kept fiddling with her hair, twirling strands around her finger like that would somehow tie me to her. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs, looking out the window, acting like she wasn't already undressing the moment we passed the last set of streetlights.
But I'd already checked out- mentally, emotionally. Whatever we used to be was slipping. And honestly, I wasn't sure I cared.
She didn't say anything for the first ten minutes, which was rare. She always had something to prove- about her day, about other girls, about us. But today, she knew better. She could feel it. That silence was too much. And I somehow liked it.
I knew she hated it. But instead of calling it out, she just let it hang in the air. Probably waiting for me to break first.
SPOILER: I Didn't.
The road stretched out like a flat heartbeat. We passed the edge of town.
I kept my eyes forward, one hand on the steering wheel, the other tapping restlessly against my thigh. Somehow, I was eager to do this. It's been weeks. Weeks since I'd touched anyone. Since I let myself fall into that numb, distracted rhythm that only sex could fake.
And right now? I didn't care who it was.
I pulled into a gravel, near her neighborhood, out past the tree line
I parked and shut off the engine. Melissa didn't wait. She leaned in fast, her hand sliding down my pants, her lips brushing my jaw.
Then heat struck through me. She removed her hand and climbed into my lab. She wore a skirt, she always does, for situations like this, that needed her. I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, hard. Her lips crashing into mine. Desperate and eager- she likes it rough, liked when I didn't hold back. And tonight. I didn't. To me. This was hunger, not connection.
Her shirt was crumpled somewhere on the dash. I don't remember pulling it off.
I raised her up so I could unzip my pants. I slowly placed my hand on her thigh moving it up to her under... A smirk found itself to my face. She already removed her panties. A moan left her mouth when she slowly slide down to sit with on top of me with me inside her.
Her voice rose in soft gasps, her nails clawing at my shoulder, even though I had only a shirt on. She digged in her nails into my flesh, desperate for something I never promised.
I braced her thigh against the seat, felt her shift, trying to keep up with me- but she was already fading.
"Jade... Sto-o-p." She whispered, voice cracking. "Please."
I didnt stop. I wasnt finished.
"Come on," I said, mouth near her ear. "One more time."
She whimpered, head shaking. "Jade, this is the third t-time... I can't go on." She said resting her head on my chest.
"One more. I won't bother you after this just for tonight."
Her voice rose- louder now. "Please...Jade can't you hear me. I said I'm tired. Don't you have sympathy."
That word.
Sympathy.
I stopped.
I pushed her away, breathing heavy. My jaw clenched.
I didn't like being shouted at. Especially not like that.
I got out of the car and pulled her after me holding her wrist, not rough enough to hurt her, but enough to let her know I was done.
She stumbled barefoot. Barefoot? When did she take off her shoes. But she was holding my jacket clutched tightly over her chest.
"You cold bastard!" She shouted. "You're really leaving me here?!"
I didnt answer right away. Just walked back to the car and spotted her shirt and opened the window.
"Why act suprised?" I said, voice flat. "And isn't this the same road that leads to wherever the hell you live?"
I threw her shirt to her feet.
Then drove off. Didn't look back.
At my place, didn't bother with the lights. Stripped down, walked straight to the bathroom, and turned the water all the way cold.
The first shock of it hit my skin like a slap.
Stood there for minutes, letting the cold run over me- numbing the ache still pulsing through me. I was hot, I was in need. That damn witch left me still like this.
So the only way now was to drown myself in cold water.
Then the scarf girl flashed through my head.
She didn't make noise. Didn't cling. She just looked at me like I was something dangerous.
Melissa... She shouted. Begged.
That was the difference.
Both of them wanted me but
The other feared me.
And right now, fear tasted better.