hear the phrase ‘there’s no ‘I’ in
the team’?” I asked in awe of his idea of his own self-worth. He
obviously thought he was some sort of superstar.
Definitely not humble.
“Besides, I don’t do sporting events,” I
added.
His eyes shot back and forth between the road
and me, narrowing in his confusion.
“That’s a crock of shit. You went to that
mock swim meet today.” He sounded like a lawyer catching the star
witness in a lie.
I’ve wounded him.
“Jenna’s my best friend; she’s earned that
privilege,” I explained, like the rules of my world were written
and sealed, no room for any provisions.
“Yeah, and what do I have to do to earn that
privilege? Become your boyfriend?” James shook his head and
laughed.
The sound of his wild laughter crushed my
heart. Humiliation didn’t begin to describe it. Annihilated, that’s
how I felt. I wanted to crawl underneath a rock and stay there
forever. At least the car was dark so he couldn’t see the crimson
heating my face.
Why is he laughing? Am I that bad? Is the
idea of being my boyfriend that horrible?
Whatever was left of my heart began to pound
painfully against my chest. The harsh reality was setting in. Who
was I kidding, holding on to some miracle that maybe he’d actually
like me. He probably held my hand and gave me a ride home out of
pity. I wasn’t what someone like him would go for and if he ever
did it was probably for something quick and easy.
So he thinks chunky girls put
out faster… He thought that if he charmed me a little bit I’d put
out!
I wasn’t girlfriend material. He knew what he
was worth; yes it was mostly in the looks department because his
personality was shit, but he still knew his worth.
My throat burned and eyes pricked with the
beginning stages of a melt down. A huge bubble filled with anxiety
grew in my stomach as he kept laughing. I feared it would
inevitably burst and I’d be a hysterical mess right here in his
car. I wiped water from the sides of my eyes. Once they were dry, I
turned to face him.
Well fuck you too! I told him silently as I stared
at him in disgust.
I took a deep breath.
“Can you stop the car, please?” I asked him
calmly, pulling the best nonchalant face I could muster. He
instantly stopped laughing and turned to me.
“What? Why? We’re not at your house yet.” His
voice was now void of the incredible mirth he’d just
experienced.
Asshole!
“Please pull over,” I demanded, my voice
getting louder and noticeably more irritated.
“What did I do now?” He reluctantly pulled
the car the curb.
I needed to get out of this car – like now. I
couldn’t breathe.
I unbuckled and flung open the door.
“Thanks for the ride. Bye.”
I slammed the door shut and began down the
sidewalk. Behind me, I heard the engine turn off and his door open
and shut. I quickened my stride as James jogged up to me. I slowed
down knowing I couldn’t escape his long legs anyway. Plus, I didn’t
want to get home all sweaty and have to explain myself.
“What happened?” James asked, matching my
pace.
“Leave me alone!” I snapped back. I felt his
hand grab my elbow, halting me easily.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Damn it, he’s strong!
“What are you pissed about now?” He towered
over me. I was trapped in front of him, if he tugged a bit, I’d be
in his embrace.
“It’s so funny huh? I’m that bad? I’m a
clown, I’m so funny!” I jerked my arm, trying to break free of his
grip. “Let me go!”
“No!” He squeezed tighter, pulling me
closer.
“Leave me alone!” I spit the words like
venom, pulling my arm with all my might.
“What’s your problem?” James demanded loudly.
His hand tightened on my arm with each attempt to pull away. My
energy was dwindling and I was mentally exhausted. I stopped
jerking my arm back, deciding it was pointless because he was too
strong; there was no way I could pull my arm back without first
kneeing him in the balls.
We were alone,
the team’?” I asked in awe of his idea of his own self-worth. He
obviously thought he was some sort of superstar.
Definitely not humble.
“Besides, I don’t do sporting events,” I
added.
His eyes shot back and forth between the road
and me, narrowing in his confusion.
“That’s a crock of shit. You went to that
mock swim meet today.” He sounded like a lawyer catching the star
witness in a lie.
I’ve wounded him.
“Jenna’s my best friend; she’s earned that
privilege,” I explained, like the rules of my world were written
and sealed, no room for any provisions.
“Yeah, and what do I have to do to earn that
privilege? Become your boyfriend?” James shook his head and
laughed.
The sound of his wild laughter crushed my
heart. Humiliation didn’t begin to describe it. Annihilated, that’s
how I felt. I wanted to crawl underneath a rock and stay there
forever. At least the car was dark so he couldn’t see the crimson
heating my face.
Why is he laughing? Am I that bad? Is the
idea of being my boyfriend that horrible?
Whatever was left of my heart began to pound
painfully against my chest. The harsh reality was setting in. Who
was I kidding, holding on to some miracle that maybe he’d actually
like me. He probably held my hand and gave me a ride home out of
pity. I wasn’t what someone like him would go for and if he ever
did it was probably for something quick and easy.
So he thinks chunky girls put
out faster… He thought that if he charmed me a little bit I’d put
out!
I wasn’t girlfriend material. He knew what he
was worth; yes it was mostly in the looks department because his
personality was shit, but he still knew his worth.
My throat burned and eyes pricked with the
beginning stages of a melt down. A huge bubble filled with anxiety
grew in my stomach as he kept laughing. I feared it would
inevitably burst and I’d be a hysterical mess right here in his
car. I wiped water from the sides of my eyes. Once they were dry, I
turned to face him.
Well fuck you too! I told him silently as I stared
at him in disgust.
I took a deep breath.
“Can you stop the car, please?” I asked him
calmly, pulling the best nonchalant face I could muster. He
instantly stopped laughing and turned to me.
“What? Why? We’re not at your house yet.” His
voice was now void of the incredible mirth he’d just
experienced.
Asshole!
“Please pull over,” I demanded, my voice
getting louder and noticeably more irritated.
“What did I do now?” He reluctantly pulled
the car the curb.
I needed to get out of this car – like now. I
couldn’t breathe.
I unbuckled and flung open the door.
“Thanks for the ride. Bye.”
I slammed the door shut and began down the
sidewalk. Behind me, I heard the engine turn off and his door open
and shut. I quickened my stride as James jogged up to me. I slowed
down knowing I couldn’t escape his long legs anyway. Plus, I didn’t
want to get home all sweaty and have to explain myself.
“What happened?” James asked, matching my
pace.
“Leave me alone!” I snapped back. I felt his
hand grab my elbow, halting me easily.
“Stop,” he ordered.
Damn it, he’s strong!
“What are you pissed about now?” He towered
over me. I was trapped in front of him, if he tugged a bit, I’d be
in his embrace.
“It’s so funny huh? I’m that bad? I’m a
clown, I’m so funny!” I jerked my arm, trying to break free of his
grip. “Let me go!”
“No!” He squeezed tighter, pulling me
closer.
“Leave me alone!” I spit the words like
venom, pulling my arm with all my might.
“What’s your problem?” James demanded loudly.
His hand tightened on my arm with each attempt to pull away. My
energy was dwindling and I was mentally exhausted. I stopped
jerking my arm back, deciding it was pointless because he was too
strong; there was no way I could pull my arm back without first
kneeing him in the balls.
We were alone,
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