No Love Here
Finally. Lunchtime. The best part of the day, in my opinion. I could sit, talk and laugh with some of my friends. It was a decent break to the school day.
I sat down. I was the first there, as usual. I pulled out one of my favorite books and started reading. It was Goth Girl Rising by B. Lyga. It had originally given me the idea for my own story, and the poem in the beginning. My two favorite poems in it were Brown haired girl and The room is rosevomit. Brown haired girl was immiediatly given at the begining, but The room is rosevomit was given to the reader over time.
I had justed reached about two stanzas into The room is rosevomit and had really gotten into the book.
the room the room the room is rosevomit
its rosevomit because
Rodger brought roses
and mom threw up before I came in
perfect timing
cancer had eaten a path to her brain
yum yum cancer loves brains
like zombi-
"What're ya reading?"
Damn. I ignored him. I wanted to read. But no. He had to sit across from me. I turned my mind completely into the book, or at least tried to. But he was so fricking annoying! Did he realize I want nothing to do with him?
"Jill?" I heard a voice behind me say. It was Sheva.
"Hey, Shev," I replied. She would've taken her usual seat, if for the fact Chris seemed to be right next to it.
"Who is...?" she began.
"Someone not worth the mention," I answered. "Anyway, he'll move if he doesn't want to go home with a black eye. He seems to have a thing for sitting in Ada's seat." His eyes widened at this. 'Hope you're scared. I'm not joking about the black eye.' I thought to myself. He did get up. But then he came and sat near me. Directly next to me, actually.
"C'mon, Jill. Just one date, one hour," he pleaded.
"No..." I whispered. I didn't want to be broken again... I wouldn't survive.
I slammed down my book and left the table.
Rebecca's POV
As I came into the lunch room, I saw Jill march away from our table. From what I could see, she had tears in her eyes. The expression on her face was anger. And fear.
I sighed. Sitting at the table was Chris. So he was the cause of this. He stared after her with sadness in his eyes but hid it when he saw me walk over. "Hey, Rebecca, what's up?"
"Follow me. I have to tell you something." I walked towards the hallway, not seeing if he followed. He did though.
"What do you wanna tell me?" he asked. "Is it about Jill?"
"Yeah. Now listen," I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking of the right words to describe the horror. "Well... Back when we were in eighth grade, she still dated. If you had moved here then, you'd probably have a Jill in your arms right now. I kinda wish you were the one to move here."
"Who did?"
"He was... gah! Such an asshole! He asked her out, and she actually said yes. They dated for most of the school year. But during the summer..." I trailed off. I hated this subject. I could still picture Jill's face afterwards. She looked broken and... Betrayed.
Chris looked at me with of curiosity and concern. He waited silently for me to go on.
"During the summer... He... Tried to rape her." I clenched my teeth and his eyes narrowed.
"Please tell me that he's in jail right now, or I'm going to kick his ass," he whispered darkly, cracking his knuckles in his palm.
I smiled at how protective he was of a girl he had only known for a few hours. "Don't worry. That stupid, disgusting pig won't be leaving jail for a long, long time." I paused to watch the expression on his face. "You really like her, huh?"
He looked back up at me. "Yeah... I wouldn't have asked her out if I didn't." He was completely sincere. Who knew.
"Good. Now, I have to go and comfort my sis." I left in abit of a rush. I knew where she'd be. There was an empty janitor's closet that wasn't used that she took refuge in.
I knocked gently on it's door.
Jill's POV
After departing from the table, I went to my little closet. Tears tried to come from my eyes as I sat in the corner. My fist shot out and pressed against the bookshelf to my right. I had to keep the tears from coming.
I sat in the corner. My fist shot out and hit the bookshelf as I held back the tears.
I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut. The images of his face were returning to my mind. I hated his face, and how he had looked at me with hunger.
There was a knock on the door. Becca.
I didn't answer, but she came in anyway.
"You okay, Jill?"
"Yeah... Fine." My voice sounded hoarse, as though I had been crying. She took a spot next to me after setting her books on my little table. She didn't hug me(she knows I hate hugs), but she put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.
"He means well, you know." Was... Was she trying to convince me to like him?
"Sure," I said, voice thick with sarcasm. I didn't want to say anything more than that.
She raised her eyebrows. "At least let him be a friend. You don't need to date him." She stood to leave.
I sighed. Rebecca was usually right with this sort of thing. Befriend, and ONLY befriend.
Goth Girl Rising, one of my favorite books... Sequel to The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Gothgirl. Hope you liked the chapter.
