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

“David, bitch, David. Where’ve you been living, under a rock? Everyone knows we go out. You stupid, ugly slut stay away from him. He’s MINE!!!” she pushed me against my locker, making me wince from the pain that it caused on my back.

She walked away with Matt. Jason came so close to me, then grabbed my book and dropped them all on the floor. Papers scattered around, it made me angry because all those papers were in order. It was such an immature thing to do. Still, the tears were in the corner of my eyes were begging to crawl down my cheeks.

“Pathetic,” he mumbled, then finally he walked away.

I let my tears fall, I don’t know how long I stood there, but I just looked at the papers. I was just so mad at those papers for not staying in place. They should’ve stayed together.

‘Great now I’m sounding crazy.’

“Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice asked.

I looked up into deep green eyes and cleaned shaved face. David Veverios. I wiped my tears with the back of my sweaters.

“I-I’m f-f-ine,” I kneed down and started to pick up my papers. Without me asking he voluntarily kneed down too, to help me. He handed me the papers and a notebook. I know I would stutter if I said thank you. So instead I gave him a small real thank-you smile.

“You should do that more often,”  he said. I gave scrunched my eyebrows together.

“Smile more, it’s beautiful.” Someone called his name, he ran towards them. I stood there shocked that he would admit that. When he made it to the end of the hallway he looked over his shoulder and gave me a little wave.

That’s the day that Melanie made my life even worse. That was first and only time David actually spoke to me, without any hatred or disgust in his eyes. Six months later, they broke up. Though they still fooled around.

*END OF Flashback.*

A knock on my door broke my thoughts.

Mami opened my door, “Dinner is ready, Love.”

“I’ll be right down.”

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- Chapter Seven: Secret Discovery [Jazielly's POV ]

“I need another story; something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring, need something that I can confess! 'Til all my sleeves are stained red, from all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear, thought you saw me wink, no. I've been on the brink, so... Tell me what you want to hear. Something that will light those ears; sick of all the insincere. So I'm gonna give all my secrets away!!” - OneRepubic

After dinner, I finished my homework and laid on my bed. I thought about all the things that happened to me from seventh grade in middle school until my Junior year. I tried to remember every single detail. Like how the bullying started from once in a blue moon, to once or twice a week, to almost every day constantly. And it hurt me so badly, and it made furious how I never stood up for myself. And they make it too easy for me; but I shouldn’t talk so fast. Maybe, they’re planning something big for me. But the most probable difference is that my plans are all set and done. All I gotta do is stick with the plans and stay focus. Melanie, Jason, and Matthew are my priorities. Then Raine, Victoria, and Clarice. No wait, I’m forgetting someone...

SAMANTHA!! Oh my cheese eggs, I totally forgot about that little insect.

'Yeah, I know I gotta work more on my insults.'

Anyways that’s what I gotta do, keep my head in the game. And Stacey too. I saw the way Matt and her were looking at each other at the party. Not just the party! Also, at lunch and in gym. And their looks aren’t  filled with  flirtation nor lust. No it’s like…  let me try to explain. You know when you’re on a diet and your mom is making some fudgy brownies, your brain and stomach are screaming at you for you to take a bite but you can’t?  It’s something you want but you just can’t have it  because you’re on a diet. Yeah their looks are something like that, because she has to stick to the plan. We gotta stick to the plan like Krazy glue stuck to your fingers. That’s what I kept saying in my head ‘stay focus, no distraction, gotta keep my head in the game’. Who was I trying to fool? Because when I fell asleep I dreamed of me and Dave in a clean, good smelling closet actually kissing. And there was tongue involved..

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I got ready for school. I wore my hair up, an inside-out ponytail specifically. And my outfit consisted of some American Eagle dark wash jeans, with a white t-shirt that went with a black cardigan that has white paisleys on it, knee high leather boots and a red infinity scarf. All Stacey’s work, not mine. If it were me, I would be wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt and Uggs. And finally, I convinced not to put makeup on me. My face without that cover-up trash irritates me, not like I am allergic to it. It just feels like weight on my face and she swears she doesn’t put much.

I went downstairs and made myself a fruit salad and cold green tea. Mami walked out of her room and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey love,” she greeted me, setting up the coffee maker.

“Hey Mami. Did you sleep well?” I took out my lunch bag from my backpack.

“I did, but I hate taking pills. It makes me feel fatigue the whole day then when it’s time to sleep I’m up all night,” she told me. She took out her mug and poured her coffee. Then like  almost always she takes a sip out of her her mug and burns her self. I giggled.

“Crap, why do I always do this?” She turns around, “and you little boogger, can’t even warn me,” she shakes her head. She stops and turns her head slightly to the side.

“No makeup?”

“No, I hate makeup.”

“It reminds me of when…” her sentence dies off. Mami doesn’t like to mention the transformation.

“Anyways Jazielly, you look beautiful.” she comes to kisses my cheek again and makes a comment about my daddy while walking to her room.

I put my lunch in my lunch bag and put it inside my bagpack.

“Stacey!! Let’s go!!” I holler.

I grab the keys to my car. Stacey races down the stairs and runs her hands in her hair frantically.

“I’m ready. I’m ready,” she says breathless.

“I can see that, come on,” we walk towards my car.

We make it pretty early to school, so we decided to get breakfast. I see Melanie and her usual group but I don’t see Samantha.

‘Huh, that’s weird they’re always together.’

We sat next to some girls since most tables were full. I ate a bagel while Stacey ate Fruit Loops. We ate our breakfast in silence. I had Psychology first period and it was near the cafeteria so I wasn’t rushing.

“Did you hear about Samantha?” The girl on Stacey’s right whispered. Loud enough for us to hear. Stace and I Looked at each other but we pretended like we weren’t listening.

“No I didn’t, but I’ve notice she’s been absent this whole week,” the red headed girl from my left said.

“Yeah, well I guess she was staying with her aunt because her mom died when she was little.” she stopped and took a bite of her cereal. She continued, “Well, her aunt is gravely sick in the hospital so she had to move in her Grandma’s house in Boston,” she finished her story.

Wow, even though I wanted to get her back from what she did to me. I think understand now why she might have done what she did. She was mad and didn't have no one but me to take her anger out on. But the question I want to know, is if she’s going to come back?

“Is she coming back?” The girl next to me asked. I smirked internally.

“From what I heard, she’s not coming back because we’re close to graduating and it’s better if she finishes school up in Boston. Plus it’s a lot of money to get a ticket back to Florida,” she told her friend. They finished their breakfast and left.

“Well that was very interesting,” Stacey said, wiping the corner of her lips with her napkin. I finished the last couples bites of my bagel.

“Indeed it was,” we got up and threw our trash in the garbage can.

“Aren’t you a little bothered by the fact that she’s not here?”

I shrugged.

I thought about it. Was I bothered? Yes I was. I just didn’t feel the need to get revenge towards her. In fact, I pitied her, maybe if she wasn’t the way she was, I could’ve tried to be her friend. Friend? Yeah right, I stuttered almost all through highschool, I couldn’t make one friend. I was a little ticked off that I didn’t have my chance to take my anger out on her. The only thing that could make me feel better is an apology. A heartfelt ‘I am Sorry, Jazielly’.

We went our separate ways, the only classes we had together was Gym, Creative Writing and we also had lunch together. I made it to class, took out my psychology notebook and started writing down the notes down from the board. We were learning the reasons why we have dreams  and the stages of sleeps. Pretty fascinating things.

I’m hoping of taking Psychology II next semester.

“Hey Jazielly,” Lena sat down next to me.

“Hey girl,” I smiled.

“What are you doing today?” She asked as she was copying the notes down on our books.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I wanted to go dress shopping.”

“Dress shopping?”

“Yeah for homecoming, the Saturday after Thanksgiving,” she stopped writing and faced me giving me a confused look.

What the hot fudge pickles? Homecoming. HOMECOMING!?!??!?!

How could I forget about homecoming? I needed to remind Stace.

“I have a project to do for History. I don’t want to say yes to you and then ditch you.”

“It’s fine, another day?”

“Absolutely.”

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Last period of the day, Dave was in English. He’s one of those people who’s actually smart but you won’t notice because he is always absent or tardy. He was present in Gym but he can’t approach me in there because he’s with his group. Outside that group he’s a little bit more tolerable when he’s with all of them he acts like no one around him exist. He just sits there and does nothing.

“You guys have to bring your own independent book from now on. Reading is important for your knowledge,” Ms. Silva walked around the classroom.  “So, when you guys finish my work, I want you to read.  I don’t want to catch anyone on their phones. They will be confiscated.” She gave a look at the all the guilty students.

We were working on a research paper, independently. It had to be seven to ten pages long. It was the worse thing a teacher handed out to