I heard my stomach grumble, bringing me out of my train of thought on my used to be views on love. I decided I might as well eat something, it might help me think.
“Hey butthead,” my oldest brother, Blair, said as I grabbed a box of cereal out of the pantry.
I made my cereal, ignoring what Blair said. It was times like this that I really wish I could hide my feelings better around my brothers. They know me way too well.
“Oh, let me guess, Him?” Blair said as he got up from the table. I shrugged my shoulders in response. I didn’t want to talk about it. I could barely think about it to myself without feeling like I got kicked in the stomach and somebody was taking a jackhammer to my heart.
“I’m really sick of seeing you like this, you know. I miss the old you, the one who always had a smile on her face.” He said as he walked out of the room and I felt my heart sink lower. Blair knew me best out of all my brothers; he was the one I was closest to. I ran to him first out of anybody. The fact that he said something made me feel weaker; it was a reminder of how much I’ve changed. I’m quickly learning that I didn’t like it much.
He had a reputation. And a bad one at that. “He just wanted me for sex.” I heard Mia Willcox sob in the girl’s bathroom after they broke up. I almost felt bad for her, but it was her fault for falling for the boy. ‘Love is such a sham.’ I told myself as I walked out of the bathroom to head for my government class. The first day of school was always full of lovely rumors and stories of summer ‘love’. I walked into my class and immediately looked around for anybody that I knew. I saw Andrew sitting next to Madison in the back corner and took the seat right behind Andrew.
“Hey!” Andrew said as I sat down. “That’s like three classes now.”
“I know. It’s almost like the school wants us to be attached at the hip.” Andrew is also in my Psychology and English class.
I noticed him walk in right before the bell rang and took the seat two rows over. He was breathtakingly cute. Not even in the he didn’t even realize it way. No, he knew how cute he really was and he used it to his advantage. I’ve heard so many stories. I didn’t doubt the probability of them; he seemed like just the type to do what everybody said he did. He was heartless and didn’t believe in love. He didn’t care about the girls he chose to call his girlfriend until he got bored of them, as long as he got what he wanted.
“Well, what do we have here?” Madison said, pulling me from my train of thought.
“Oh, no,” Andrew said, following Madison’s gaze.
They both noticed. They noticed him walk in, take his seat and then watch me glance over and somewhat stare as I replayed the stories I heard in my head. They were going to figure it out.
“Don’t do it,” Andrew said, warning me.
“He only wants sex,” Madison threw in for a good measure.
“What?” I asked them, pretending to be extremely confused to what they were talking
about.
“Don’t pretend to be confused. We know you better than that,” Andrew reminded me. I really hate when he pulls that card. I have absolutely no defense for it.
“You guys,” I sighed. I’m not stupid; this is me we’re talking about. Come on; give me a bit more credit.
“Back corner, the lesson is up here.” Mr. Green said, reminding me that I was even in class.
I glanced back over at him and smiled to myself. Now, I’m not the type of girl that he normally goes for. ‘Whore’ isn’t one of the words ever used to describe me. But boy do I like a challenge. I saw Madison glance back at me and roll his eyes at me as if he had x-ray vision and could literally see the plan-making wheels in my head turning.
“Hello? Anybody in there?” Colten, the second youngest, asked as he waved a hand in front of my face.
“Shut up,” I said as I started to get up from the table.
“Ouch, can I have some ice for that?” he said as he grabbed a soda from the fridge and took a seat at the table.
I ignored his statement. I was beginning to regret my decision to even come out of my room. I put my dish in the sink, walked up the stairs and ignored Colten’s comments as he called after me.
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