Well here we are again...
...Three Weeks Later...
Jaxsons Pov
It's been a week since Zach and I finished our literature Project, we did a great job if I do say so myself. But that's over now and I can go back to not giving a fuck.
As of right now, I'm laying in my bed scrolling through Instagram.
I was on some chicks page when I got an incoming call.
"What do you want Kyle?" I asked annoyed. "Damn, who shit in your Cheerios," Kyle said chuckling. "Just tell me why you're calling," I say ready to hang up.
"Well if you must know...I'm outside your house so come open the door," Kyle said. I'm so close to beating the fuck out of him, but I won't....this time.
I push the comforter off my body and get up stretching my back muscles, after I hear the satisfying pop I walk out my room heading downstairs to the front door.
When I open the door I'm met with a smiling Kyle. "Took you long enough," he said walking into MY house. I followed behind Kyle as went straight for the kitchen.
Of course, his greedy ass went to the kitchen first. I watched leaned up against the counter as Kyle ransacked my pantry.
I sighed walking away heading back upstairs to my room. When I entered I went over to my dresser and pulled it opened grabbing the first shirt I saw slipping it on.
I was walking down the stairs once again when I heard loud cursing coming from the living room.
"FuCkinG SHIT," someone yelled
I walked into the living room seeing Kyle rubbing the shit out of his left eye.
"What the hell happened?" I asked trying to hold in my laugh but failing as Kyle stopped rubbing his eyes and glared at me.
"I think one of my eyelashes fell in my eye again, do you know how bad that shit hurts," Kyle said going back to rubbing his eye furiously.
{Am I the only person who gets my real eyelashes stuck in my eyes?}
I shook my head chuckling at Kyle. I made my over to the couch sitting next to Kyle. Watching as he continued to rub his eye, after a while he stopped and blinked a few things then smiling.
"Do you feel better now, darling?" I asked mockingly. "Fuck you, king," Kyle said as he opened a bag of chips.
"Pass, I'm not a faggot" I told Kyle's as he reached over and grabbed the remote off the glass table. He just mumbled some under his breath then turned on the TV.
"Wait a minute, why are even here sitting on my couch and eating up all my damn snacks," I ask Kyle as he stopped smacking on the chips and looked at me.
"What, I can't come and hang out with my best friend," he asked jokingly. "Don't do that you sound like a girl at a middle school sleepover," I say seriously.
After hours of talking, snacks, and video games Kyle finally left.
Next Day
After I parked my car I gathered my backpack and made my way to the entrance of the school.
As I was walking to my locker someone came up next to me. I looked over at Kyle as he smiled at me. "Hey Jaxson, it's been a while," he said.
"I saw your ass just yesterday," I said rolling my eyes. "I thought you weren't Gay?" Kyle asked smirking. "I'm this close to choking the shit out of you," I said glaring at him.
"Kinky much," he said laughing. Before I could react he ran off, sometimes I wonder why I'm still friends with him.
Anyways I made my way to my first period. Upon entering it was surprisingly not packed, usually, there's like a couple of people in here this early.
I sat down in my seat and pulled out my phone. While I was scrolling through my Insta I got a text from an unknown number.
When I read the text I glared at my phone. 'Hey baby bro' it read. I didn't even have to guess cause I knew exactly who it was.
I didn't even respond I instantly blocked him. I guess I was too engrossed in my phone cause someone called out my name.
"Jaxson?" When I looked up Miss. Allen-Mays and the entire class was staring at me. "What?!" I asked confused and annoyed.
"Maybe if you weren't on your phone then you would've known I was calling out attendance," she said the rolled her eyes before calling out names again.
I put my phone away and sighed.
"Zachary?" Miss. Allen-Mays called out. I looked over at Zachs seat and noticed he wasn't there. Then Ivy spoke up. "They're not coming today," Ivy said.
After fifty minutes of war talk and occasionally talking to Kyle the bell rings causing everyone to shoot out of their seats and out the door.
I grab my backpack and walk with Kyle to our next class. As we're walking through the halls someone jumps in front of me.
I groan as I look down at a smiling Brittney. "What the fuck could you possibly want?" I ask glaring hard as fuck at her.
"Don't be like that baby?" she said purring, what the hell is up with all this damn purring.
She started to rub her crusty ass nails up and down my arm. I looked at Kyle for help but he just shook his head and laughed.
I grabbed Brittney's wrist as she yelped out in pain. "Stop fucking touching me stank ass hoe" I yelled glaring at her.
I let go of her wrist watching as she rubbed it pouting with her bottom lip poking out.
I gathered myself together and looked around at the crowd that had formed, I swear people can't ever mind their damn business.
I glared at the crowd and Britney as I walked away heading to my next class because if they keep standing bunched up like that they gonna catch the attention of a teacher.
"I need a smoke," I said to no one in particular. So instead of going to my third period, I went to the door that led up to the roof.
Time Skip
After I parked my car in the garage I took my backpack over my shoulder and walked into the empty house, or so I thought.
I was about to walk upstairs to my room and take a nap, but then I heard talking coming from the living room.
I stopped walking and listened. It sounded like the TV was on but I was 100% sure I turned the TV off yesterday and didn't turn it on today.
I set my backpack on the first step of the stairs and made my way to the living room where the talking was coming from.
When I entered the living room the TV was indeed on, but who turned it on?
I went over to the glass table, picking up the remote I clicked the power button turning off the TV.
I turned around who to head upstairs when I was met with a smirking Damon, why the fuck is he always smirking every time I see his ass.
"Why'd you turn off the television, I was watching that," he said with a fake pout as he was smacking on something.
I didn't even realize he had a big bag of chips in his hands and a case of beer. Did he really just walk up in here, go through the kitchen looking for food, and turn on the TV about to eat on the couch like he fucking lived here.
He got life fucked up.
"What the hell are you doing in my house, going through the Kitchen like you still live here?" I asked glaring at him as he opened one of the beers and took a swig of it then burping loud.
"First of all you don't pay the bills mom and pops do, second of all what are you going to do about it, make me leave, I'd like to see you try," he said laughing as he made his way over to the sofa sorting down and turning the TV back on.
I wasn't even going to waste any energy on him, it would just cause even more problems, and that's exactly what Damon wanted and he always got what he wanted.
But not this time.
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Chapter eleven here it is, I hoped y'all enjoyed it.
What do you think of Damon?!
-Elaine