A/N This chapter has been edited!
News of my lunch with Charlie spread like wildfire through the upperclassmen the next day. I lost my nerve pretty quick, despite my bravado concerning the whole "cheating" situation: was I or wasn't I? Who even cares, I told Devin on Monday. We didn't even do anything, I told Sadie on Tuesday. Does Jamie really know? I asked Shannon on Wednesday. By Friday I was a sniveling mess, and I hadn't talked to Charlie all week. Whenever I'd seen him in the halls, I ducked into empty classrooms to avoid confrontation. We were apparently the scandal of the moment, according to the majority of the senior class. The crazy thing was that Jamie didn't get angry again. He seemed pretty chill about the whole thing. His shrugs when I tried to bring it up were unnervingly blasé. Saturday morning I barged into his room intent on finishing this once and for all.
"Amber?" Jamie lounged on his bed playing his GameBoy. I slammed the door behind me and stood above him.
"This is shit. We're talking." He looked bewildered but sat up obediently. "You two; out." I barked at Evan and Scooter. They stood and moved for the door. Evan let out a low whistle.
"Damn, Montero..." His smirk made me want to throttle him.
"OUT Evan!"
"Ouch! Christ, Amber I'm gone; no need for the violence." He bent over, rubbing his shin as he shuffled out. I pinched the bridge of my nose. When I opened my eyes, Jamie was playing his game again.
"Why are we still a thing, Jamie? You're not into it, I'm not into it. I mean obviously." I almost laughed at the situation as I sank into his desk chair. Me, the supposed whore with no care in the world about my boyfriend, him the bored teen angst king awash with hormones. Jamie shrugged and I heard the faint *ding* of the game being saved. He tossed the GameBoy onto his pillow and leaned towards me, elbows crossed over his knees.
"We've been friends for forever, right? We should be able to figure this out." He said.
"What's to figure out? We were better as friends."
"So... we're breaking up?"
"Yeah. Yeah we are." We looked at each other, bemused. After a minute of letting it sink in- "Can you like, make sure to tell them it was mutual when they ask?" I referred to our friends as one. They were sure to get a kick out of this.
"Yeah."
"Thanks." We sat for another minute, not sure what to do. Neither of us had broken up with anyone before. Jamie suddenly smirked.
"So, you gonna bed that freshman now or what?" My mouth fell open in shock.
"What the- why would you even- oh my god." I buried my face in my hands as Jamie snickered.
"That kid's got no idea what's coming for him..." I peeked through my fingers to see him shaking his head good naturedly.
"What are you talking about?" But I blushed, because I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"No need to be modest, Amber. I mean, shit, he's probably a virgin. Poor kid's dick is gonna be sore as fuck once your done with him." I stormed out of the room, shrieking in abashed annoyance, leaving Jamie cackling at his own dirty mind.
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The frame of my bunk wobbled as Devin climbed up the side. I opened one eye to regard her evenly and pulled off my headphones. The look on her face was judgmental; I could feel a passive aggressive argument coming on.
"Varsity/JV game is this afternoon." She said.
"Yup." I nodded. Dev looked at me curiously.
"Are you like, gonna go?"
"Why wouldn't I go?" Devin raised her eyebrows at me, scoffing.
"Like it's not glaringly obvious..." She muttered, hopping down from my bed to return to the bio homework on her desk. I gawked.
"Like I'm not even broken up for two seconds and you're already throwing that in my face?"
"That's exactly why I'm throwing it in your face right now Amber! People are gonna think you're just going to snatch Charlie." Devin turned to face me looking all superior. I pulled my headphones off my head and pushed pause on my walkman.
"I just got back in this room Dev. I'm minding my own business curled up with Nirvana and you're gunna give me shit about why I can't go see the damn hockey game?!" Devin raised her hands in surrender.
"God, stop getting defensive. Geez I'm just sayin..." She turned back to her Biology textbook, sounding exasperated. I pouted.
"Well, quit sayin." I curled back into the corner of my bed, pulled the headphones back up to cover my ears, and pressed play.
Even if you have, even if you need
I don't mean to stare, we don't have to breed
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could have all three
I traced the stars on my pillow case. Despite the fact that Charlie should have been the last thing on my mind at that moment, those blue blue eyes were eclipsing my vision in the biggest way. What I really wanted to do was show up at that game all dolled up; makeup, perfume, mini skirt, the whole nine. Show up with my friends, but leave with Charlie. I wondered briefly what kind of body he hid under those baggy sweaters, then blushed when I realized I didn't care, as long as I could have my way with it.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next moment Devin was shaking me awake. I blinked over at her through cloudy eyes. She stood beside the bunk, poking me in the ribs, saying something about "We're gonna be late if you don't get your fucking ass up!"
"Yeah, mkay...I'm up." I struggled for a moment, before tumbling of the edge of my bed tangled in my headphone cord.
"Ooofff!" Devin just managed to catch me.
"OwFUCK!" But we both fell to the ground.
"Jesus, Amber..." Devin muttered as she squirmed out from beneath me, cradling her kneecap. A small smile bloomed on her lips as I rubbed my smarting head. "I think your hard head broke my knee." I stuck my tongue out at her before rolling to my feet. A glance at the wall clock proved that we were indeed going to be late to the game. A whole hour late.
"Shit." There went my bombshell plan. We grabbed our keys and dashed out the room as we were. I hopped down the hall, awkwardly slipping into my tennis shoes.
"Don't worry," Devin called to me as we dashed across campus. I looked back to see her grinning. "Charlie's totally the type to find a sweatshirt and jeans sexy!"