Being a senior in high school is scary, it means high school is slowly coming to an end. When we get out of her, only 60% of us will end up in college. Only 20% will leave the state to do so. Which means the other 40% are left to live their lives wishing they could do it over again, living in regret and self pity. It scares me to think I could be that 40%, I could be stuck here, wishing I could do my high school years over, do them differently. But right now, as I am standing in front of the school, cheering on the basket ball team. I don't feel like my life is depending on the decision's I make, I just feel like a teenager, living my life the way I want to. That's the easiest thought for me.
Like I said before, high school is easy. I like high school, everyone knows where they belong. Regardless if they like it or not. I'm at the top, I always have been. That's how I like it, I'm used to people parting like the red sea when I walk down the hall way. Or when I drop even just a pencil some one will volunteer to pick it up for me. Would you listen to me? I sound like one of those plastic, pre-madonna cheerleaders T.V stereotypes in every cheer leading movie known to man, well maybe not every one of them but certainly a lot. The half time bell brought me out of my thoughts, I saw a very good looking Matt Deans jog up to me with a smile on his face,
"What are you doing after the game?" He asked in a sexy tone of voice.
"Whatever you want." I responded flicking my hair off my shoulder. He smirked at me before jogging back to his team, getting ready to play the second half.
The rest of the game was a blur, we won by at least 20 points, and I was putting my cheer leading uniform back on after letting Matt do his victory run on me. I put on my shoes as I heard the shower stop running and the bathroom door open, standing in the doorway was a half naked Matt Deans.
"Why can't we make this official?" He asked walking over to me, kissing my neck. I slowly pushed him off so I could continue putting my shoes back on. "I mean everyone in the school knows what we are doing. So why can't I call you my girlfriend."
"I told you I don't do relationships." I said bushing my fingers threw my hair while looking at him through his mirror.
"Is this still about that Paul guy you dated ages ago?" He asked putting his hands behind his back laying on his bed.
"It has nothing to do with him." I spat. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself before giving him a smile. "I just like the arrangement we have going for us."
"Well what if I don't like it?" Matt said sitting back up raising an eyebrow.
"Then I will find someone else who does." I said grabbing my bag and placing a hand on my hip. "I'm certain I can find another guy to have meaningless sex. It's not that hard of a task." I turned around and walked out of his bedroom door. I could hear him walking behind me, luckily his parents were out of town.
"Okay, I get it. Just come back to bed, It's late." He said taking a hold of my arm.
I shook him off, "I don't do sleepovers." I said before walking out his front door and into my car.
I was tapping on my car steering wheel as I slowed down passing Jacob's house. I saw the light on in his shed, I decided to see if he was there. I slowly pulled up his driveway, keeping sure I was silent. Billy obviously didn't know Jake was out here, he doesn't like Jake to be out all hours of the night since he doesn't get very much sleep. I walked into the garage hearing very faint music and seeing Jake leaning over his car. I laughed silently, it breaks down a lot.
"Hey Jake." I said walking around the car to see, Bella Swan sitting on the seat I usually do. I looked at Jacob with a confused expression before turning to Bella and giving her my very best fake smile.
"This is Bella Swan, Bella this is Savannah Uley. Sam's sister." Jacob said awkwardly full knowing I knew everything about Bella Swan.
"So you're Sam's sister. Jake talks about you a lot. Sam does to when I go over to his and Emily's house. I feel like I already know you." She said with a faint laugh.
I looked over at Jacob and gave him a look as if to say, 'That's nice, she sees my own brother more then I do', well if there was a look for that I'd be giving it to him now. I turned back to Bella and gave her yet another fake smile. "It's nice to meet you, I can't say I've heard all that much about you. Everyone must be keeping you to themselves." I said with a fake laugh to match my fake smile.
"I have to get going Jake. It's nice meeting you too Savannah" She said as she walked out of the garage. I rolled my eyes when I saw Jacob slowly jog after her. I walked over to the seat that everyone on this damn world knows belongs to me. I of course whipped it down with a rag first, God knows where that girl has been, I sat down swinging my legs waiting for Jacob to come back. Once he did, he grabbed the closet object and threw it against the shed wall.
"Well that was a reasonable reaction" I said looking at the dint Jacob had made in the wall.
"Why are you even here?" Jacob asked coldly.
"I was driving home and I saw your light on so I decided I'd come see if you wanted company. Obviously I was unaware you already had some." I stated matching his tone.
"Don't give me that Savannah. God I was so close!" He yelled throwing yet another object at the wall.
"Billy is gonna kill you if you keep dinting the walls."
"I DON'T CARE!" Jacob screamed at me.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked shocked by is sudden burst of outrage.
"Why did you just ruin everything? Bella know thinks we like eachother! Damn it Savannah you always ruin everything!"
I stared at him, what the hell was wrong with him? "Did you honestly think she was going to leave her fairy boyfriend for you, even if she didn't think we liked each other? It's stupid for you to be so stuck on someone that doesn't like you back."
"What about you huh? Your so afraid of getting hurt again you sleep with any guy you can just so people wont think you're a prude. And you wont even talk to Paul after two years! NO ONE CARES ANYMORE SAVANNAH! NO ONE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU! WE ARE ALL OVER THE "POOR ME" ACT YOU PULL ALL THE TIME." Jacob raised his voice louder at me, he walked over to his car shaking with anger.
"You do realise me being afraid of getting hurt, is from actually being in a relationship, Unlike you, who just obsesses over a girl that will never, ever love you." I said bitterly.
"SHUT UP!" He screamed as he pick up a lug wrench and threw it against the wall, but this time he threw it in my direction almost hitting me square in the face. I looked at him shocked that he would try and purposely hurt me, He looked at me for a second before bolting out of the garage. I stood on my feet and followed him, but I stopped as I saw him running into the forest. I stood there for a good 5 minutes before walking back to my car slowly.
I opened the car door and sat in the drivers seat for a couple of seconds. I smacked my head onto the steering wheel and closed my eyes, wondering why I'd say those things to Jacob. I heard the passenger door open, and a body slide into my car. I figured it was Jacob, I pulled my head of the wheel and gasped as I saw who was sitting in my car.
"Did Jacob hurt you?" His husky voice asked me in a quite tone. I looked into his eyes, those big, hazel browns eyes filled with worry and sadness. I looked away, I couldn't get sucked into his perfection. The only thing I found myself looking at was his half nakedness, he had a perfect pack of abs that were every defined and just looked amazing. His hair was cut short and messy like it always was. I looked out the window, praying he would just leave.
"No," Was all I could manage to get out.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" He asked with a worried expression on his face.
"I can do it myself." I said bitterly without looking at him.
"Savannah, just let me help you."
"I don't need you help. Get out of my car Paul."
I heard him sigh before stepping out of my car. I backed out of the driveway and headed towards my house. Before I was even out of Jacob's street I could feel the tears prickling in my eyes and down my cheeks.