Chapter 13

**Blake**

A week had past and dad and Madeline were still in New York. Jason and I were allowed back in school after serving a week worth of suspension. Ash informed me that Braydon and Nicole weren’t even suspended due to the fact that the principle thought that Jason and I were the ones who initiated the fight.

Isn’t that just a bowl of bullshit?

“Jason, get your butt down here or we are going to be late for school” I yelled up the stairs. I don’t know why this boy thinks its okay to make us late for our first day back to school.

I paced back and forth near the stairwells while I was texting Ashley. Several minutes later, Jason finally descended down the stairs carrying his backpack on his shoulders and a black helmet in his hands.

“What’s with the helmet?” I asked, feeling frustrated of the possible fact of me being late for school.

“My buddy Skillet just fixed my motorcycle and I was thinking that we could ride it to school. I have an extra helmet.”

“Sorry but I like living.” I replied sarcastically.

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged. He caught me by surprised when he forced his lips upon mines and he dragged me to the couch without breaking the kiss.

“Jason!” I screeched when I was finally released. He didn’t reply but instead grabbed me by the hair and again forcibly kissed me. Is it weird that I am totally aroused by this aggressive Jason?

I let him hovered on top of me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and started kissing on his neck. I started to unzipped his jeans and took it off along with his boxers in no time and he already had taken off my blue high-waist skirt.

I easily flipped him around, catching him off guard and without warning I ducked my head and grabbed hold of his p*nis with my mouth and started bobbing my head at a rhythmic speed. I went faster as the moans increased and I didn’t stop until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it without hesitation.

“C’mon, we are already late for school.” I said getting off of him.

“Wait but don’t you want me to pleasure you?”

I shook my head. ‘I’m good; I just want to get to school.” I put my skirt back on in record time and quickly ran my hands through my hair a couple times to get rid of my sex hair.

“Well, well, well, I didn’t know Ms. Mitchell was such a nerd.”

“Whatever, see you at school.” I grabbed my keys from the key hanger and closed the door behind me as I quickly ran to my car.

I need to ask dad for a new, better car cause Jason’s car can’t be nicer than mines and plus he has a motorcycle? Nope, this cannot happen.

I arrived at school in a shorter amount of time I would of have in a regular basis because of the fact that I was going over the speed limit. I wouldn’t admit this to anyone but I hate missing a day of school and you wouldn’t catch me skipping a class because of the fact that I hate making up the work and falling behind and plus, I have to keep up this straight A average I have going on. But since I am the “it” girl of this school, I have to keep my nerd side on the down low.

I got out of my car and quickly ran to the entrance of the school and entered through the front door. I hated the fact that the main office wasn’t near the entrance but at least it was near my next class which was already thirty minutes in so not only have I missed first period but the first half of second period. Thanks a lot Jason.

Entering the main office, I was instantly greeted by our jolly secretary Ms. Fox.

“Ah Blake, what can I do for you?” she asked.

“I’m just signing in.” I quickly scribbled my name on the late sign in sheet and I waited for her to hand me a pass to class.

The school day was frustrating with people coming up to me all the time and wanting to know the scoop about my break-up. I ignored each and every one of them and focused on the fact of going home and not dealing with these people but then I remember that I had dance practice. And plus I missed a whole week of practice and I didn’t know the routine to the dance we have to perform at next week’s rally.

“What are you thinking about so hard?” Ash’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I looked up from my untouched food and stared at my best friend. “I’m thinking about how to survive this break up with all these rumors flying around and the fact that I have to learn the dance for next week’s rally while everyone else already knows the dance.”

“You know why I call you superwomen?” I shook my head. “Because of the fact that you don’t let anyone get to you and you’re stronger than you think and you keep—uh oh, Blake, do not look behind you.”

“What? Why?”

“Just don’t turn around.” She repeated.

“Ash, you do know when someone tells another person not to turn around, that person would automatically turn around.”

“Okay but if you specifically turn around, you will regret it.”

I ignored her warning and I slowly turned around but Ash was right, I did regret turning around because I felt my heart dropped to my stomach. Walking down the aisle was Braydon and his football buddies and right beside him, gripping on his arms was Nicole. I felt a little better that he wasn’t really paying attention to her and instead was laughing with his buddies.

The group made their way down the cafeteria aisle and my heartbeat increases the closer they got to our table. What made my heart beat even faster was the fact that Nicole and the ‘gang’ stopped dead on their track at our table and it didn’t help that the table was in the center of the cafeteria and all eyes were now on us; even the lunch ladies looked interested to see what would happen.

Ash and I just stare at the group with curious eyes and Nicole was the only one who glared at us while the other boys were also confused to why they stopped at our table.

Nicole leaned on the table and so far in my face that we were barely touching.

“You are in our seat bitch.” She jeered, her dragon breath blowing in my face.

“Since when was this your seat?” I backfired.

“Since we claimed it last week.”

“Oh now that’s not fair because last week I got suspended for kicking your ass, remember?” I gibed smirking, feeling satisfied with myself.

“Someone like you would be happy to beat up a pregnant woman.”

“C’mon Nicole,” Braydon chided in, pulling Nicole back and out of my face, “There are plenty of other tables that we could seat at.”

“Stay out of this Braydon.” She barked.

“Yeah, stay out of this Braydon,” I taunted, “Before your pimp here punishes you for not listening to her.” That earned me a glare from the ‘golden boy’ and he walked away from the scene and his friends soon followed.

“Are you going to get up or do I have to make you?”

“Look Nicole,” I sighed, “Why don’t you do us all a favor and finally take that stick out your ass or better yet, why don’t you go fuck yourself.”

“Why should I bother fucking myself when I have Braydon.” She winked, “Remember Braydon, your ex-boyfriend?”

“I wouldn’t go around and brag about that.”

**Jason**

I watched as Blake grabbed her keys and walked out the house but I stayed on the couch not bothering to put my jeans back on. I know if I don’t go now, I would be super late for school and I know if my mom or Mr. Mitchell found out about this, Blake and I would be in even bigger trouble than we already are but right now I couldn’t find the strength to care.

I know I vowed to never think about her ever again but right now all my brain seems to want to think about is her.

But only the good parts. How she was there for me when my dad went to jail and my parents split up. I remember when I made her a picnic and took her to the park. When she came to dinner and her and my mom instantly bonded. The time when we had a movie marathon. The first time we first made love under the stars at the park and it was even more romantic with the blanket and candles. I remember it all.

It never remembers the bad parts though. It never remembers all the fights and bickering. The time that she got drunk and made out with Tony Corelli right in front of my face. And what about the reason why we broke up? It never remembers that.

And then my mind drifted off to Blake; beautiful and funny Blake. The only sad part was that Blake reminded me too much of her and that’s how I know that I would never fall for Blake.

I shook all these thoughts out of my head and decided it was time for me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I picked my boxers up from the floor and slipped it on.

Not bothering with my pants, I dragged myself up the stairs towards my room.

School doesn’t seem so important to me right now.