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I quickly threw the car in reverse and drove home, trying to block out the entire experience.
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Chapter 5
Ava
I barged into the house and leaned against the closed door trying to make sense of what just happened. I was begging the guy with the worst reputation in our school to have sex with me, but he turned me down. That was a real kick in the teeth.
I huffed and walked back to the kitchen, sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. This night had been so fun, so perfect. I had felt reborn. I found a friend and we had an awesome time—random, bloody brawl aside.
We danced, we drank, we laughed. I fooled around with a guy who absolutely knew what he was doing in the sack, and it felt incredible. Having Jack reject me like that was like thudding back to earth after floating on cloud nine for the night.
It was probably for the best, because the last thing I needed was to get hung up on him, but it hurt all the same. It hurt because I had been starting to like him, and that was only intensified by what we just did in his car. I tried to have a carefree attitude, which is why I jumped him in the first place, but it was not really me to have casual sex. I picked a terrible time to figure that out.
My phone buzzed, and I perked thinking, for some reason, that it might be Jack. Did I give him my number?
3135558762: I know where you are.
“Fuck,” I uttered as I stared down at the unknown number. I felt a dart of panic, knowing exactly who it was. It was the last freaking thing I need tonight. This number represented what I had been trying to escape, who I had been trying to escape. My ex.
He could be bluffing, just trying to rattle me, but I wasn’t about to ask him. I simply blocked the number, as I had all the other numbers he’d texted me from in the past. However, this was the first time he’d texted me since I moved here, which made my stomach drop to my ankles. I tipped my head back as all the stress I’d released earlier came rushing back.
I was shocked to feel tears of frustration and anger well up in my eyes. All the anger I’d felt about what happened with Jack transferred to him. He had an ability to ruin everything, even when he was hundreds of miles away. I had to put him out of my mind, even as his message nagged at me. Worried me.
I saw the bottle of tequila sitting on the counter that my mother sometimes used to make margaritas. My buzz from the party was pretty much gone, but never had I felt like drowning my sorrows more than this moment. Typically, I was stressed from the hassle of dealing with a guy that I wanted to leave me alone, now I’ve added stress from another guy who just blew me off. Just great.
I opened the tequila, filled a glass half way and pounded it. I gasped as fire burned my esophagus. Holy shit, tequila sucked. I scrambled to find some juice in the fridge to get this awful taste out of my mouth, already feeling the heat of the alcohol penetrating my limbs.
Feeling regretful about my hasty decision to drink the tequila, I made my way to my bedroom, my head already starting to feel heavier. I still held on to my phone, not wanting to admit I was hoping to hear from Jack, but not even sure he had my number. Ugh, I felt pathetic.
I pulled off my clothes, grabbed a t-shirt to sleep in and collapsed on my bed, briefly considering brushing my teeth, but quickly rejecting the idea as I became more and more light-headed. Binge drinking was a terrible solution to your problems. Another lesson learned.
I grabbed my phone and found Hannah’s number, trying to concentrate on the letters. I had a friend, and I needed to tell that friend about what happened with Jack. I was not going to share about the text from my ex, because I wanted to forget he existed, just as I prayed he’d forget I existed.
I sent my text to Hannah, then laid back, trying to figure out what went wrong with Jack. Had he gotten mad when I brought up my ex? No, that can’t be it. Jack Becker didn’t get jealous. Did he? It didn’t matter. There was no way I was flirting with him again. It was way too embarrassing to even consider.
I would simply avoid him and, hopefully, never run into him and whatever random girl he had pushed up against the lockers or was dragging into a broom closet. So humiliating.
As I drunkenly drifted off to sleep, my eyes popped open.
Jack was my lab partner for the next school year.
Shit.
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Chapter 6
Jack
I walked into school on Monday, determined to re-establish myself as the same apathetic asshole I was before Friday night. After spending the weekend kicking myself for turning Ava down and jerking off to the memory of what did happen between us, I concluded that my fascination with her was due to the fact that we didn’t have sex with her. This was the only explanation. Yes, my ego was bruised that she brought up some other motherfucker while I was between her legs. That was why I got angry.
That’s what I had been telling myself all weekend, at least.
If I got the chance to fuck Ava, I was certain this weird fascination with her would go away. I just have to figure out a way to convince her that having sex with me in order to cure my attraction to her was a good idea.
Fuck, that sounded terrible, even in my head. I was going to have to come up with a better pitch than that, especially after I acted like such a fucking baby on Friday.
