Torture mixed with pleasure
"Oh-mii-gosh! Jake Preech is dead?" Sophie gapes, tossing her straw-blonde hair over her shoulder. "Im so sorry hon, you must be so upset!" she gushes and places her perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder whilst steering me towards the last table at the back in the canteen. No one sits there. I hear whispers rise and fall around me and each one hits me like a sharp, jagged stone. Finaly, I place my lunch tray on the table and gingerly sit down. "Sophie... I've got some DEATHly news, geddit DEATHly- Oh-" Some idiot girl with pigtails stops short when she see's me. Her cheeks start to steam up and a slow blush escapes from her cheeks. "Ignore her!" Sophie whispers, her annoyingly large blue eyes blink at me. I brace myself for torture, Sophie is the queen bee, really popular, so I guess in about 5 minutes tonns of people will be coming her way. Starting from... "SOPHIE!" now. This girl with raven-black hair and naturaly tanned skin sashays (yes, SASHAYS) towards us." Hi dahlink, mwah mwah" she blows an airkiss whilst pouting with her ripe, full lips smothered in colour riche lipstick. "Jake preech is dead, did ya know? Jake Preech, Peachy boy? The boy with the Peachy bum?" she giggles. I know she's seen me, so why is she doing this? Sophie hesitates, should she stick up for me, her BFF or risk losing her popularity by shouting at second queen bee Rochelle Evens? In the end, she just batts her eyelashes and says, "Didn't you know hon, he was already taken. So hasta la vista to peachy boy and his peachy bum," she half giggles-half shrugs. I guess she kinda stuck up for me. kinda.
It's not until I race out of the dinner hall and the cold, freezing air bites my face that I realise, the reality of those words. " he was..." "was..." All because of me. And Shay. I kneel on the floor and sob for Jake and the pain and greif I caused him. We caused him. "Are you praying or what?" A deliciously rough voice comes from behind me. A guilty smile spreads on my lips as I look up to see Shay Preech staring at me with an amused grin. Guilty, blushing, I lunge for his collar and pull him down so he's kneeling on the floor beside me. He groans delightfuly and starts to kiss my neck, my cheeks, my eyelids, my lips. Everything melts away. It's only him and me. His hand burns on my skin as he reaches under my top. "Lets go to my house," he mumbles into my ear.
I follow.
(THE NEXT BOOK WILL BE CALLED SOME PEOPLE LOVE AND SOME PEOPLE DIE PART 2) If i get over 5 comments I will be posting a new episode, thanku ! xx
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