Yes, the chapter name states all for this chapter. I'm putting a family member and an ex-boyfriend of mine in this chapter and probably in the rest of chapters for important purposes. Enjoy~!
~Stu-u-u-uck in a limbo (here we go) Me and my sins go (toe-to-toe oh oh oh)~ The words dance in your head as you step without effort around the cement palette, scanning your perimeters for escape options. You had to do something before they gotcha.
You know, this does sound like you're in danger, but you're not. Not in any kind. You're playing basketball with some family members and your ex-boyfriend. It was a rather stress-relieving sport, to be honest. You loved the thrill of it, the wind rushing by your hair, the sound of the air-filled ball hitting the ground every two seconds.
~I'll tear you up in two go ahead walk it off if you know whats best for you~ You heard the words, but only heard the screaming in your head telling you that a teammate needed the ball to shoot. Your caramel eyes flash over to said person for a second before looking ahead, seeing a person coming at you.
Stepping to the side and passing the ball, you hear a chuckle, breaking you out of your thoughts. Turning as your team won the game, an amused expression showed on your face in small effort of your appearance. ~You dug yourself into a pretty mess that I made for you!~
"Hey Michael." You call with a light, breezy tone. "You jealous that we beat you guys again?"
Said male laughed aloud, no stares flying at him because he was like that, saying to you a single sentence that made you smile. "Now, do I have a reason to be jealous?"
You take out your MP3 player and switch it to Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. ~I'm wakin' up, to ash and dust, I wipe my brow an' I sweat my rust, I'm breathin' in the chemicals...~
Your MP3 player messed up or died again. Either way, it somehow helped you this time. You heard shouting and a loud laugh. This surprised you. No one was usually on this path on Saturday afternoon. Shoving the red and black player into your sweatshirt pocket, you walk over to the noise.
Hmm? You question yourself as you see a familiar face in the crowd. It was Jasmine. What was she doing here- she's with someone else. It looked like a guy, due to the fact he was built and tall. Another guy walked up next to her, ruffling her hair, making her flinch.
Jasmine turned to him with a huff, and start poking his chest childishly. Chuckling, you apparently drew some attention. Not the people that Jasmine was talking to, but others.
A rainbow haired girl walked up to you, popping her bubblegum bubble. "Heya. What ya here for boy? You 'nother one a Jas' stalkas?" The girl spoke with a normal Brooklyn accent, but she seemed from around here.
"No. I'm a friend. I was wondering why she was out here." There's no reason to be inhospitable. Talking to strangers in a bad way can cost you a hospital visit. Anyways...
"Well, you're a horrible friend if ya don't know what she does ev'ry weekend. I've been 'er friend for at least seven years and I knew 'bout it for how long now?" The girl waved her hand in a 'wait-im-doing-it-again' fashion. "Anyways, I'm Cindy Owens. Nice t' meet'cha. What's ya name, stranger?"
You nod and blink a few times behind your shades. "Dave Strider."
Cindy chuckles femininely. "Oh, you're that Strider boy she keeps ramblin' 'bout every weekend. How perfect he is. How nice he really is. How much of a douche he can be. Nice to finally meet ya your mister highness. BTW, I don't recommend doing any PDA around her ex-bf." It seems as though she uses a lot of texting language.
PDA...ah. Public Display of Affection. Wait-why would you even do that? You can't just let your Strider swag dissolve in front of strangers, now could you? "Okay."
Then, it seems as though Jasmine heard you two talking because you heard her say, "Hey CC! What are you doing over there?"
Cindy simply smiled over at Jasmine, waving a small wave. "Talking to your Strider boy."
Jasmine walks up to Cindy, and she is wearing her shades and wearing Air Jordan's. Wow, nice beats she has. Ear pollution brand. Those are really good. "What? Dave, why are you here?" Jasmine asks, wearing a bemused expression.
"I always come down this path on Saturdays. I should be asking you the same question." You could barely keep from stuttering. Jasmine was wearing booty shorts, a shirt that hugged her body and hung at right below her chest-near her stomach-and her shades hid her caramel eyes.
"Oh, Michael?" She called from around the stand. "Mind explaining this one?" The tall male you saw earlier rounded the corner with a wide, goofy grin that reminded him of John.
"Ah, what now? Ty was pesterin' me about some girl on the cheer leading squad." He said with a laugh that could get rid of any depressed thoughts as it seemed. Well, his name was Michael. Not just 'That Person Jasmine Knows'.
"I need you to explain why we're out here. Dave doesn't understand." Jasmine-as you could clearly see- was holding back a giggle. She knew why they were out here, but she didn't want to talk.
"Ah, right. Well, Dave." Michael singled out your name as his brown eyes bore into you as if studying you. You looked away from him behind your shades, only looking back at him for a few moments at a time. "Normally, we'd be out here tomorrow, but there's a parade tomorrow, and we can't use this because of how much noise we make. Basketball's a loud sport, more than I realized." He smiled again, making you grin...almost. ALMOST.
"That's why then." A chanting erupted from the park they'd left only minutes earlier. "Oh, for the love of FUCK! Those people are way too clingy to this goddamn sport." Cindy rolled her dark eyes, swiftly sauntering away to the area.
"I gotta go, Dave. You can watch if you want." Jasmine smiled widely, taking Michael's hand and running towards the field. You follow, leaning against a wall nearby, but not near the crowd of unfamiliar faces. She played like a female Michael Jordan, for God's sake!
Damn it, you can't be thinking about this now. Weekend's are supposed to be worry free. Suddenly, your player sprung to life and your headphones emitted a familiar tune and familiar lyrics. ~Bootleg emotions Bottled up explosions Intoxicating you Learning of the truth~
God damn it. Why? Just...why? Just your luck, your MP3 player plays lyrics that display your thoughts. Great, Jade gets a stuffed unicorn at the fair, and you get a possessed MP3 player. Just your luck.
God, fucking, damn it. Sigh. Just your FUCKING LUCK. You're over reacting again, settle down. You focus on the game, instead of the lovesick looks that Michael sends Jasmine throughout the game, and she mistakes them for friendly smiles.
As if noticing your distress, Cindy takes a switch, and a blonde replaces her, swiftly catching up to the pace of the game. "Heya, Strider." Cindy calls, but you only reply with a small nod, still looking at Michael and his little signs of lovesickness. You know that's not a word, but whatever.
"Strider, listen." Cindy claps her hands, making you turn your head with a small 'What?'. "Mikey is Jasmine's ex-boyfriend. Sorry 'bout not tellin' ya 'forehand. Mikey still isn't over 'er, despite that he's a datin' Hallie." Cindy stated, pointing to the blonde haired girl.
"Oh, yea. That's nice." Not. You kid yourself sometimes. Your god. damned. irony. won't. leave. you. alone. Whatever, back on su~bject! "Why did they break up?" Not that you really wanted to know, in any way, shape, or form.
Cindy hummed, her dark eyes-as you thought were black- flashing over to the two high-fiving each other over a score because of Hallie. "I'm not sure, but some rumors said that Jasmine caught him cheating, a few others said that Mikey was a womanizer on a dare from his friends." She shrugged. "I'm not really sure. It's not best to bring it up around those two anyways. It's a bad memory. They just want to make up."
Or make out, judging by the looks that Michael was sending Jasmine-which she thankfully ignored. "That's not what Michael has in mind I'm sure." You say in a half-hearted tone, trying to sound...well, not harsh and judgmental.
"Ha ha." The laugh that exited Cindy's mouth was pure and low. "Sure, sure. Whatev'r ya say, Strider. The game's 'bout t' end. Take 'er home for me, will ya?" Cindy winked, collecting her stuff that sat on the ground. Her Brooklyn-but-Texas accent made you want to laugh, but you didn't as Jasmine greeted you.
"Sorry for the wait, Dave!" Jasmine cheered, hugging you slightly before bending down to pick up her stuff, that lay at your feet. You glare at Michael, who simply smiles back in return.
It wasn't a thankful or happy or even friendly smile. It was a war smile. A smile that symbolized, You don't know who the fuck you're messing with. You and this Michael person WON'T get along.
Ha ha. Cindy is actually my best friend, and Ty is Tyler-my cousin- and Michael is my ex-boyfriend. They are exactly how they are in real life as in this story. Like I said, real life people. :))