Hard Love by Mis Understood (small books to read .txt) 📕

We walk silently to my car. We sit there. I wanna bring it up. At the same time I don’t wanna know. I mean the plan is to make Matt fall in love. However, that conversation looked intense, even from far away.

At the homecoming, they were texting. The facial expression that she had on were not happy ones.

“Jazielly,” Stace calls me cautiously.

“I don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Okay.. but can we go home first to change?”

Not wanting to talk, I give a nod. We go home and change to jeans and a cute top.

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The house was packed. Red cups on the ground, rap music on blast. The bass vibrated the house. When we came in the house. There were people playing beer pong in the livingroom. The dance floor was full of drunk people moving provocatively with the beat of the music. Some girls were dancing together getting the boys’ attention. Others were grinding on eachother. Some were in a corner making out. We went to the kitchen, a dude was drinking out of a beer bong.

“CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!!” The people chanted at him.

All of it was too much for me. This place was hectic and I was not liking it one bit.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Stacey yells over the music.

“It’s too much, maybe we should go.”

“No way, let’s get you a drink to calm your nerves.” She takes me hand and drags me to the fridge. She hands me a Watermelon Smirnoff.

She takes a red cup for her and pours a bronze liquid that smells strong.

I watch the people losing themselves in the music. I envy them for not caring what people think of them. I watch as some crowds are laughing and interacting. Looking around, I spot Matthew and Melanie. Melanie is dancing with a guy but her eyes are focused on something. Or more like someone. Dave has a cup in his hand looking like he's bored out of his mind. He is also not paying attention to Melanie. Matthew looks angry. Doesn’t look like anyone is having a good time. Once Melanie sees that Dave is paying no mind to her, she huffs and stalks away upstairs. The guy dancing who was dancing with her, follows behind.

I sip on my drink, I am almost done with my bottle when Stace hand me a new one. This time it’s a Corona. It has a bittersweet taste that I like. She tells me I’m a rookie and she doesn’t want me to get sloppy drunk. I agree with her.

I am planning what I should do. Not even two hours ago David kissed me. And I am wondering is it’s too soon to go up and talk to him.

“Let’s dance.” Stacey yells too loudly in my ears that I cringe. Again, she takes my hand and hauls me to the dance floor. ‘Unforgettable’ by Swae Lee ft French Montana. At first, I didn’t wanna dance because i didn’t know what to do. But I watch Stacey’s move to the rhythm of the song. And I start moving my hips to the hypnotic beat. I lose myself in the music. Not caring about what people are thinking. It feels like freedom.

Stacey is enjoying herself, dancing and twirling, lowering herself down to the floor seductively and coming back up. That’s when ‘Despacito’ comes on and Matthew goes behind her to dance. Anger rushes through my veins. I walked away from them. Got a cup and poured myself Ciroc. I don’t care. I stand in a corner swaying back and forth to the music.

“Why are you hiding here by yourself?” A voice behind me startles me.

I turn to see glassy green eyes staring at me. He’s smirking as if he found out my darkest secret.

“Dave,” I gasp.

“Jaz,” he says smoothly. Hearing him say my name makes my hair stand up.

“Stace left me.” I pout. Man, I think I’m a bit tispy.

His eyes flick to my lips. He steps closer.

“Would you like to dance with me… again?”

“People will stare.”

“And?” He shrugs.

“People will think inappropriate things about us.” I say.

“People are in their own little world, enjoying themselves.” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“People care when it’s about you.”

“C’mon Jaz, let’s dance. Are you really that much of a chicken?” He challenges.

“NO!” I dramatically yell.

“Then let's go dance.”

‘Body’ by Sean paul ft Migos plays on the speakers. We walk to the dancefloor. Dave is behind me, his hands are on my hips. No one has held me like this except when Matt…

‘Don’t go there, Jazielly!’

His hands are warm, and he intoxication scent surrounds me. We move slowly. He is cautiously leading me, swaying to the music. Even though the tempo is going faster than we are, we move our own pace getting comfortable. Ever-so-gently he brings me closer, his warm breath fans my neck. And I find myself wanting him closer. We start moving within beat. Our hips are touching and his fingers are caressing my skin.

We forget about everyone around us. And we dance for what it seems like an eternity. And I hate how comfortable I am with him. I hate how much my body wants him. I hate how much I think about him when I’m not with him. I start to panic. I need space.

I turn to face him.

“I g-gotta go,” I stutter.

I don’t give him time to respond. I run up the stairs. I text Stacey that we have to leave the party soon.

‘Where are you?’ She replies.

‘Upstairs’ I text back.

I’m in the middle of the hallway, when I hear groans. I see two men in a room, they’re so into their make out session. Never noticing that the door is not close. It looks like they tried to close it ‘cause only open enough where you can peek without them noticing.

I notice a familiar face. His shirt is off and the guy is slowly making his way down his chest. He touches the guys head pushing him lower. I take out my phone, and take a picture of them.

The flash alarms them both.

That’s when Jason sees that he’s been caught. His eyes are wide and his face turns white as a ghost.

I smirk. And the game begins... With Jason.

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 Chapter Sixteen: Please Don't Judge Me 

“Baby the fact is, you're hearing rumours about me. And saw some pictures online saying things, they got you so angry. Making you wish you were mine. Before we start talking crazy, saying some things we'll regret. Can we just slow it down and press reset? You're beautiful. So babe.. so please don't judge me and I won't judge you. 'Cause it could get ugly, before it gets beautiful. Please don't judge me and I won't judge you! And if you love me…. Then let it be beautiful!” - Chris Brown

David's POV

When I saw Jason in the locker room holding his head with his hands.I instantly something was wrong. I have never seen Jason like this. His arrogance permeates off of him like strong cologne.  He knows how much guys want to be him and how girls want to sleep with him. Jason is also an asshole, which ninety-nine percent of the school knows. Not to me, but to most. I wanted to turn around and leave him alone. I didn’t. I walked towards him and sat down next to him. It was quiet that you can hear water dripping in the shower and his breathing. I didn’t know whether to start a conversation with him or just let him talk.

I waited.

“Someone found out,” Jason’s raspy voice uttered.

“Found out…….” I said in a questioning voice.

“I don’t know what to do. I think I know who it is but I know she ain’t gonna do shit. She’s new to this school and knows nothing. Who does she think she is?” He asked more to himself than to me.

He turns to me, “she doesn’t know one thing. We run this school. She thinks she’s gonna come to step in our shoes. She’s incorrect, wrong, mistakened.”

See? I told you he was an arrogant asshole. But I am, too. I don’t know what he’s talking about. What this person found out. He states ‘he thinks’ he knows who this person is. So he’s assuming without knowing the facts. There a lot new people in this school but the only new ones we know  that Jason is not a big fan of is Stacey and Jaz.

“What did they found out, Jason? I’m not understanding you at the moment.”

“Stacey, she took a photo of...” he stops in his mid-sentence. His eyes show…. Fear? What does he fear? What can possibly Jason be scared of? His stormy gray eyes are wide, far away from reality. Like he’s reviving what happened to him.

“It was a moment of weakness. I never do it in the house. Always in a private place. Most of the time in the motel.” He mumbles.

His eyes are telling a story. A story he’s not ready to tell. His hands are shaking. Never have I ever seen Jason this shaken up. What is wrong with him?

“My dad. My dad will disown me.”

His hands go up to his shaggy hair and he pulls it. I wanna pat him in the back and tell him it’s okay. But i’d be lying, because I don’t know if it will be.

“And coach and the team. T-they’ll.. I don’t even wanna think about it.”

“Okay Jason. Stop freaking out. We’re the only ones here. I will listen to you and trust me, bro. I won’t say a word. No judgement here.” I tell him sincerely.

“You have to promise,” he says aggressively.

“I fucking promise.” I nod.

“She saw me with him. I was kissing him and a flash and… I didn’t see. All I saw was long curly hair. My vision was a blur.. I just.. I cannot remember.” He stumbles his words.

All I can think is that Jason is gay? How is that even possible? All the girls, what he did to Jazielly, how can he do that to her? How can he have the guts to touch her the way he did and be gay?

“But how?” was all I can manage to ask.

“How what!?” he snaps at me.

“How the hell are you not straight. All the girls, the partying, everything?”

“Bro, it’s all an act. A persona, I am Gay.”

I give a look ‘and?’ He must read my expression and he continues.

“I always been, I kinda wondered in elementary why everyone was different from me. And in the middle school I started questioning myself? Why did I never have a girl crush? Why was it when a boy took his shirt off, I stared? But when a girl pushed her growing cleavage in my face I looked away?” He shook his head. He never