Chapter Three- Painful Memories
It all happened on a beautiful April day, it had stopped Rangoon for a while now. And Becka was walking down the hall with her friend Thomas. They were just chatting about the dullness of their eight period.
Thomas was an attractive boy, a couple months younger than her. He originally had blonde hair, but he started to dye it all different colors. But this week it was black, his eyes were a light blue, and his pale face was dotted with freckles. He also had a warm laughter, he could laugh at anything.
Anyway, he grabbed Becka's elbow and led her over to his locker, he was busy doing the combination, and she was angry at Jesse, but sadly she could not remember why. She was leaning against the locker. Waiting for him.
Then, out of the blue, Jesse came up with his friend Gordon. He acted like her was going to pouch Tom. Becka who was so stuck up at the moment, looked away from Jesse, not daring to make eyes contact with him.
Becka felt betrayed as Jesse punched Tom. Jesse promised her he wouldn't lay a finger on Tom, because he 'loved' her. But he punched her anyway. She turned back around, only to get whacked in the face with Tom's elbow.
Becka felt something run down her nose, she touched her upper lip and pulled it away, to se the contents on her finger. Blood. Fairly embarrassed and hurt, Becka looked down covering her nose. She looked up, only to see Jesse look at her and laugh and walk away with his friend.
She felt a drop of hatred towards him form into her soul. She told Alice about the whole incident, and Alice, bieng the friend she was told Becka she would confront Jesse the next day.
"Maybe he didn't know..." Alice insisted.
" I think he did know, Alice. He laughed and looked directly at me." Becka debated with Alice.
That very night, she thought about it, feeling an emptiness inside of her. She thought of all the times he said, I love you. To her, and she say the same thing to him, but did she really? She buried her head under her pillow, trying to banish these thoughts, she was happy, and she didn't want to have any negative thoughts towards their relation ship, the one they had.
The next day,
Alice told Jesse. Jesse said he had no idea what Alice was talking about, but Becka knew he did, more hatred formed up inside of her, he was acting rather odd this week, she thought. She ignored him.
After that god-for-saken period was over, Becka hurriedly walked to her next period class, cursing under her breath, not noticing Alice was tagging behind her, trying hard to keep up with Becka's abnormally fast pace.
Becka sat in her chair, slamming her book down on the table. Alice sat next to her, as well as Tom, sitting on the other side of Becka. Becka placed her palm on her forehead, concentrating on sketching the llama drawn onto the board.
Jesse sitting infront of her, his two friends sitting next to him, Casey and Spencer. They were doing the nonsense they had always done, throw papers at eachother and joke around Having a good time, but Becka could honestly swear, Jesse glared at her a couple times.
Becka finally had enough of this, so she wrote a note to him, and messily folded it and threw it at him. Looking away from him.
Jesse, who had received the note, looked at Becka, he opened her slowly, he smirked.
What the hell is up with you! You've been acting strange all week!
He picked up his pencil and replied, and threw it back to Becka, she opened it, only to find a mailman getting chased by a wolf which looked like a rat.
God! You are so difficult, can you just tell me!
She threw it back at him, her now green eyes narrowing to the picture infront of her, it didn't look like a llama, it looked like an oversized dog, she sighed and placed her pencil down. She was very frustrated today, Jesse was acting like a total bastard.
The note hit her in the head, she glared at him, then looked at Alice, who was too busy insulting Casey and Spencer to care at the moment, she looked to Tom, who was drawing something.
It showed the dog tearing apart the mailman, and the mailman remains were lying in a puddle of blood. She grunted, full of frustration, she picked up her pencil and wrote in big letters.
OMG! You are so impossible! You are so immature, can't you just ever grow up! I hope that mailman was you and you diserved it!
She threw it at him, hitting him on the chest, he looked at Spencer and chucked a piece of pencil at him, then opened the note, he read it, he wasn't smiling any longer, he glared up at Becka, rather angry.
Becka was trying to act like she didn't notice, but got a glimpse of his face, gulping quietly to herself. She looked down at her shoes, they were scuffed. The note landed by her shoes, she bent over and picked it up.
Her eyes widened, she felt her eyes begin to sting, her head full of confusion and hurt.
IT'S OVER!
She glanced up at him, he was smiling and playing around with his friends again, she covered her face. Alice must have sensed Becka's frustration, she pryed the note out of Becka's fingers. Alice read it.
Becka, who was trying so hard to conceal the tears, she felt her shoulders tense. She felt everything, life from the outside world bieng shut down from her mind.
She didn't know why, or how this happened. It was so sudden. She felt something touch her back, a hand, and rubbed her back, and began to pat it gently.
She looked up, it was Alice. Alice looked as sad as she did. Alice wrapped her arm around Becka's shoulder, trying to comfort her, Becka responded by placing her hand on Alice's back, while she covered her face with her free hand, and she began to cry.
She looked up at Jesse, who was looking directly at her, she felt the warm tears fall down her cheeks, and landed on the tile floor. She clutched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her skin.
She took her hand away from Alice's back and wrote him back.
WHY!
Because, I can, now bye!
I hate you!
Good, now bye!
You are the most heartless creature I have ever met, I hope you die a horrible death. I hope that you die in misery and you are crying, until there are no tears left to cry. I bet to your mother you were just an unwanted mistake. And I will never come crawling back to you, Jesse, crying. Begin for you to take me back. I hate you. And I bet everyone else does to. Your are a cad and a phony.
...bye!
bye, oh yes, I never liked you, I just felt sorry for you.
Good for you!
Oh I know, wait I don't want to talk to you, anyway bye Jesse.
Becka's felt better, she wasn't crying anymore, and she moved to a different table, Tom and Alice on her side. They sat down and chatted, Becka was laughing. This didn't bring her down...well it did, but she didn't have to show it on the outside.
Later, maybe a month later, Becka found out from Alice, there was another girl, and he had never like her, her just felt sorry for her, this scarred her and hurt her, for years.
It's funny, isn't it, when you were with someone, and then you act childish about them and say mean things, only to regret it a few years later, sure, Jesse was a jerk, btu so was she in that situations, and she could face that. She let out a sigh and shook her head, feeling the eternal scar sting only a little.
"Becka..." Alice said, Jesse wasn't the most nicest guy, and she felt bad that her dear friend had to date such a jerk.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. Promise." Becka said, smiling as fakely as she could.
"So back to the nightmare...can't you do a spell thin or something like you usually do?" asked Alice, snatching Becka's cheetos and eating them.
" A Protection Spell...' Becka trailed off.
Becka had been in the field of witchcraft for some years now. It came naturally for her, she knew witch craft was for her, when she sensed peoples darkest secrets. She then after that, read old books on spells, potions, and much more.
Becka looked around, grabbing a rose from a vase on the coffee table.
"Alice, get me out a piece of pottery or a wine bottle, and call Maria."
she said sternly.
Author's Note: I hope you are enjoying my story so far, reveiws would be great to ahve so I know how I am doing, muchos gracias.
-Bryn-Bear