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Books .. stories .. fiction ... music .. food.. my whole life
Books .. stories .. fiction ... music .. food.. my whole life
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posted August 15, 2013 at 4:13pm UTC tagged with funny, fiction
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- finding my perfEctionS a novel by ThePeppermintEyeshadowSeries 6 "Avril, my dear, dear little sister- don't play the game you can't win- the game of love!" "For the first time in my life, I didn't feel worthless. Why, Alyssa?!" "Because you deserve to feel worthless." she spat. A flood of joy rushed over me, but then another thought struck. "W-what about Peyton? Isn't she your girlfriend?" I stuttered. Jesse traced the outline of my lips gently with his index finger, and it was minutes before he spoke again. His voice was slightly more tense, but he was hiding it- and failing. His hands entwined with mine, as he kissed his lightly on the forehead. "Please, Avril. I hate her. It was a stupid bet I made in the holidays. And god how I regret it now that you're here. She told me that if I could shoot 12 tequila shots in 10 minutes without she would stop trying to cling on to me all the time, but if I didn't then I would have to date her for at least 3 months- if I lost and still refused to date her, then Peyton's dad (the superintendant) would expel me. It's hell, Avril. Nobody knows except you...and I'm still only two thirds of the way through." I tugged my hand away from his, daring to look into his sorry, emerald-green eyes. "W-we can't do this, can we?" I asked, shaking my head. I took a few steps back, trying to get away. Jesse just took a few steps forward. "I lost, okay Avril? But she cheated. She put a sleeping pill in about 3 of them, and I got knocked out. Please, babe." I shook my head, daring at his betrayal. I didn't know why I felt sorry for Peyton, I just did. Maybe it was because a few years ago, I had been just like her, desperately clinging onto the hope that some guy liked me when all along he didn't glance once at me. Or because she got cheated on so cruelly, just like me. And she wouldn't realise until the last minute. That would be the moment when it all would fail. Or because she had built up a wall of fake love and that Jesse would never see her in that way. "Come back to me when you're not breaking someone's heart." I spat, marching away. Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes, but I bit my lip and kept staring steadily at my feet as I took every step. One, two. One, two. One, two. One, t- Jesse grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around. "Can't we at least be friends? I promise, Avril, I've barely known you for 6 hours and I'm pretty sure you're the most perfect girl I've ever met. Please- just wait for me." Jesse pleaded. I collapsed into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as I breathed in his luscious scent of faint, sweet axe, coffee, warm morning air and oranges. I knew both of us wanted to kiss the other and feel eachother's taste upon our lips, our tongues, but after a few heart-wrenching moments I pulled away. I smiled, not knowing where to start as I took at deep breath. "Yes, Jesse. We can be friends. I-I'll wait. For you. For...for us." I could help feeling the warm, throbbing bittersweet feeling that was stuck inside my chest. Maybe Jesse was different. Not a player. Maybe.
- finding my perfEctionS a novel by ThePeppermintEyeshadowSeries 13 "Avril, my dear, dear little sister- don't play the game you can't win- the game of love!" "For the first time in my life, I didn't feel worthless. Why, Alyssa?!" "Because you deserve to feel worthless." she spat. "Avril. Avri! AVRIL!!" Somebody was shaking my shoulders, shouting at me. I woke up, my vision blurred, as I sat up sweaty and shuddering. My blonde hair was loose and looking messy: I wasn't wearing anything but a huge green hoodie that said 'L.A. Boyz' and barely covered my panties- which, by the way, was a revealing, lacy black thong. I groaned, a throbbing pulsing in my head, when I realised there was a cut on the back of my head, fortunately hidden by all my beach-blonde locks. I scrabbled around, frantically searching for my contacts to frame my sky-blue eyes when I remembered that I was wearing them. Then the second thought that struck me was, Where am I? I peered around, until I came to the fact that I was inside my own, private little sound-proof cubicle in one of the four boarding school's fancy infirmaries. I relaxed, but not before my eyesight cleared and I saw Jesse's tired face peering at me. There were dark blackish-purple shadows around his eyes, and his hair looked in an even worse state than me. He had been sitting next to me, holding me in his arms for god knows how long. Jesse had snapped back awake when I had started screaming in my sleep, jumped out of his chair and rushed by my side. I realised everything that had happened, and that the glint of green in the dim light must have been Jesse's bright eyes. I felt so stupid for fainting on the spot like that, and thought Jesse would be mad at me. I felt so grateful to him that he was so sweet and kind about waiting with me for so many hours, days, even. It was all so terrible: the memories and the present, that I forgot all about staying strong and burst out crying like a petty child, bunching up into a little ball as I wept. Instead, Jesse picked me up and sat me on his lap easily, rocking me backwards and forwards as as sobbed into his shoulders and got his shirt all wet. He didn't seem to care less, though. Jesse buried his face in my hair, kissing it and running it through his fingers, stroking it, as he murmured that 'things would be all right' over and over again in my ears in such as comforting way that I started to believe him. He didn't ask any questions, and I didn't tell him any answers. We both sat there for what seemed like a century, before I croaked, "How long has it been?" I was surprised at the tone of my voice- quivering and raspy from all that crying. Jesse jerked upright. "What?" he asked softly. "H-how long has it been since I was, y-you know, unconcious?" I asked hesitantly. "A few days, Avvy." he answered sadly. I almost started crying again, but I sniffed in Jesse's warm, sweet scent and decided that wouldn't be fair to him at all. I moaned, fingering the cut on my head for a couple of seconds, before Jesse tilted my head up. "Hey, Avril?" Jesse questioned; his eyes were a beautiful, brilliant grass-green and filled with the deepest sorrow I could ever imagine. "Yes?" I replied back, just as gently. "I'm sorry."