Chapter 7

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Danny’s POV-

“Jarred, are you going to eat that?” I asked with my mouth full while pointing to his salad. I gulped down my food when Jarred looked at me oddly. “Gosh, I am so hungry.”

“Last week, you could barely finish a sandwich and now you’re practically licking your plate clean,” Jarred stated the obvious. I took his salad and shoved it down my throat. He wouldn’t eat it any way. He said that he had enough of vegetables at home.

I shrugged. “I’ve been eating much more than I do lately. It’s probably because Mr. Devil found it funny to make me starve throughout the day, so I haven’t gotten much to eat these past three weeks.” If you’re still wondering, Mr. Devil is the one and only Mr. Weston Marshall. You’re probably wondering why I haven’t eaten much at home. Well, it’s because Aunt Feli came down with the flu and I had to eat frozen t.v. dinner.

“Speaking of the devil himself, where is he?”

I shrugged again, taking a big gulp of my water. “I don’t know, but I miss him already,” I said sarcastically. Jarred and I started laughing.

The chair next to mine made a scraping noise as it was pulled back. I knew someone was sitting next to me. I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer, so I turned my head to look at the person. I was in shock and then my expression quickly turned into horror. “You miss Weston? I’ll make sure to tell him that,” Warren joked and smiled at me.

“Warren, what are you doing here?!” I hissed.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Warren, what the fuck? Do you want things to get worse?” Jarred asked. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t like seeing her get hurt. She’s practically my sister.”

“Relax, Hunter. Weston’s busy right now, he won’t be here anytime soon,” Warren said. I sighed in relief. “Plus, fuck what Wes said. He can’t tell me who I talk to and who I’m interested in.

“You’re interested in me?” I squeaked. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

“Oh, so his pick up lines work but mine don’t? What is wrong with you woman!” Jarred exclaimed. I nudged him in the gut. “Ouch! Okay, I’ll leave you two alone. Geez.”

Warren chuckled. “So anyways, I was wondering. Maybe you’d like to go to a party with me Saturday?”

“She’s not going,” a familiar voice said from behind me. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I hate that that happened all the time. Plus, it seemed uncontrollable. Every time he was around, I found myself doing things involuntarily. I hated it.

I whipped around and glared at Weston. This week, he had Jenifer. Rumor has it that she got breast implants. Well, it was kind of obvious. Her big, fake breast were suffocating under that red tight shirt. Her shorts were so short. I had underwear longer than that. I stared at her in disgust as leaned against Weston. Her black hair was a mess. Sex hair, I thought. I looked away quickly. That’s why he was so busy.

“Baby, it’s boring here. Let’s finish what we started earlier,” Jenifer whined. Her voice was husky and she fluttered her eyelashes. I rolled my eyes at her ridiculousness.

“Yeah, Weston. Go back to your entertainment. It’s more fun than being here anyways,” I said quickly, waving him off. I turned back to Warren and smiled sweetly. “I would love to go. What time?”

“Danny you aren’t going to go,” Weston said. A low growl erupting from his chest. I gritted my teeth. When the hell did my dating life become his number one priority?

“I’ll pick you up around seven?” Warren said, ignoring Weston.

“Perfect,” I smiled.

“She’s not going.”

“Who are you to tell her where she goes and where she doesn’t go?” Jarred growled back. “Just leave her alone already.”

“She’s not going,” Weston growled back again.

“Oh, I’m so going. So where is this party at?” I asked cheerfully.

“At Sean’s house. You know Sean, right?” Warren asked.

“Um, the baseball player?”

“Bingo.”

“Nice, I heard his parties are awesome.”

“Danny, you aren’t going!” Weston growled louder this time. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

“Are you going?” I asked Jarred, ignoring the fuming Weston behind us.

“Yeah,” Jarred blushed. “With Jade.”

“Oh, that’s awesome!” I leaned in to whisper in his ear. I looked as he bit his lip. I noticed that he did that often when he was nervous to admit something. “Do you … like her?”

“A lot,” he replied. I smiled. That was so cute. Plus, they would make such a great couple.

“I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but you’re not going to bail on me right?” Warren said and blushed.

“Not at all.”

“Oh come on War, you don’t want to go out with a pathetic girl like her,” Weston spat. I whipped around and glared at him.

“Wes, the only one who’s pathetic here is you,” Warren growled.

Weston laughed bitterly, a mischievous expression made its way to his face. “Oh, you think I’m pathetic, War? You should really hear her story. Bro, let me tell you, it’s hilarious. Why don’t you tell him your story Danny? Why don’t you tell everyone your story?” He raised his voice so everyone in the cafeteria could hear. Everyone was dead silent and everyone just looked at us. Even the lunch ladies and lunch assistants watched us. I eyed him curiously. What the hell was he talking about? “Oh, come on Danny. Don’t pretend you don’t know. Stop hiding your past. So, how are your dad and your boyfriend? Oh, don’t forget your lovely, trustworthy best friend? How’s she keeping up?”

I froze. The whole world seemed to pause at the moment. Then, it was put in rewind. All the painful memories caused my heart to ache and burn. To be honest, I missed my father. I still loved Chase and even if it hurts me to admit it, I missed him terribly. Not to mention my best friend. Even if Ali hurt me, the longing for our fun moments and traditions always came back.

I didn’t realize I dropped the apple I was eating, until Jarred picked it up. My breathing became deep and the tears threatened to spill out of my eyes any moment now.

“Wes, leave her the fuck alo-“ Jarred began to say.

“Oh, shut up Jarred. You may want to hear this about your best friend too,” Weston snapped, emphasizing the word ‘best friend’. Then, he started to laugh. It was sarcastic and fake. It wasn’t too long before Jenifer’s girly laugh joined in with his. I suddenly wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I wanted to rot and die. “Look at her. She can’t even stand up for herself. All she could do is sit and cry. She’s so pathetic. Maybe that’s why your father chose his hot, bang-able wife over you, Danny,” he spat. “Maybe that’s also why your loving boy friend and amazing best friend decided to sleep around behind your back. Heard that everyone? Isn’t she pathetic?!”

Everyone stayed quiet. Shocks suppressed all their faces. I just sat there looking at the wall at the far end of the cafeteria. For a moment, just for a moment, I felt embarrassed, ashamed of my own life, and most of all I felt pathetic. Weston’s words sank in, but it was quickly washed away when I heard my brother’s voice in my head. “You are strong,” Darren reminded me.

Jarred stood up and walked to Weston. Jarred glared at him and didn’t stop nearing him until he was face to face with Weston. “Didn’t I tell you to leave her the fuck alone?” I saw Jarred’s eyes turn from its normal color to yellow and back again.

“I heard you loud and clear, Hunter. And what you going to do about it?” Weston challenged.

That’s when I stood up. I felt the anger surge through my body. I turned to face Jarred. “Jarred, please calm down,” I said, but he just gave me a quick glance and continued to glare at Weston.

“No, Danny. I don’t like how he treated you,” He simply stated.

I grabbed Jarred’s arm, and looked him in the eyes seriously. I felt a surge of strength inside of me. “Jarred, please calm down.” He closed his eyes and I saw his body relax. He opened his eyes again and it was back to normal. He just nodded regretfully and sat down.

I turned around and faced Weston. He had this amused look on his face, but it was quickly wiped away when he looked into my eyes. I stared at him, not adoringly but hatefully. I glared at him until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I punched him in the face. His head whipped to the left from the impact. He looked at me in shock, before he touched his bloody lip. I smiled mentally when I realized I just punched him in the kisser. All that boxing lessons at the gym paid off.

I clapped loudly and laughed bitterly. “Wow, Weston. You managed to make my life a living hell this whole three weeks! Everything you did was such an entertainment, but this,” I said sarcastically. I waved my hand around us for emphasis. “This tops the list! Congratulations!”

“Now for your prize! Oh, the prizes. What would you want? Probably to egg my car again or starve me to death like a real man does?” I continued and laughed bitterly again. “Oh wait, I forgot. You aren’t even a real man. Real men don’t do that stuff.”

Weston flinched when he saw the tears start to drip from my eyes. His own deep blue eyes were darkened and he looked pained. I rolled my eyes at him. “You want to know something, Weston? You all want to know something? Maybe it would make me more pathetic. But what the hell does it matter? After all, you all seem to be so interested in my life,” I waved at all the people who has laughed at me when Weston used to tease me. “Even if it hurts me to admit it, I miss them. I guess you are right, Weston! I am pathetic! You are such a psychic!”

“Danny, I didn’t mean-“ Weston began to say. It just made me angrier.

“Shut up Weston! You meant everything!” I screamed in his face and he flinched one again. “Just shut the fuck up and don’t talk to me. Just leave me the fuck alone! I hate you,” I said, my voice cracking at the end.

I started to walk towards the exit of the cafeteria. Everyone’s eyes were on me, but I ignored them all. Someone grabbed my arm and tingles erupted from our physical contact. I glared at Weston in disgust again. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking leave me alone?! What more do you want from me?! Aren’t you satisfied?” I laughed again, bitterly. “Oh, wait, Mr. Marshall always, always has to win a fight. So smack me, hit me, kick me, do whatever you want. Make my life much more pathetic.”

His grip tightened around my arm. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Danny. You don’t really hate me, do you?” He sounded so vulnerable and his eyes pleaded with me to say no. However, I was strong. Daniella Saunders might be pathetic, but I was not weak.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Fuck you, Weston. I hate you,” I clearly stated. He flinched and let go of my arm. He looked broken and his eyes were glazed with unshed tears. I started walking away again, shaking my head in disbelief. I hated his ignorance, ego, and personality. I hated his teasing, his practical jokes, and all the crap he has done to me. I hated his smirk, his cockiness, and everything irritating about him. But you want to know the funny thing? I don’t hate him at all, not one bit. There was this connection I seemed to have with him. And I hated myself for thinking that.

“Danny, I’m sorry,” Weston called out to me. His voice was soft and apologizing.

However, I just continued to walk away from him. The tears dripped down my face and onto my shirt. I scoffed. “I’m tired of hearing the same two words,” I said.

*****

Love. It’s a four letter word, two vowels, two consonants, one syllable.

Hate. It’s a four letter word, two vowels, two consonants, one syllable.

However, they are both two of the many strongest words a person can say. I was sitting on the window pane of my room, staring at the dark and eerie forest again. Somehow, it felt so comforting to me right now. It was two hours after the whole lunch scenario and I decided to cut school. My eyes were red and puffy and I was still crying. You’re probably wondering why.

Well, after arguing with myself. I couldn’t hide my feelings anymore. I hated Weston. However, I felt like fate made me fall in love with some jerk. I hated and loved him at the same time. Does that make sense? Gosh, I really am pathetic.

I cried again, quickly wiping the tears from my face. “I thought I told you that you were strong, little sis?” A familiar and deep voice said from behind me.

I whipped around. The person who was so close to me, but yet so far away was now standing in my room. He hasn’t changed a bit. His hazel eyes twinkled in the dark room. His brown hair was swept to the side. His smile made one dimple appear on his face. Gosh, he looked so much like my mom. He was still gorgeous and well built. I stared at him in shock.

“Darren?” I whispered.

Whoo, her sexy brother is back! What do you guys think is going to happen next? Hope you enjoyed.

Xo, zabelle06