Amelia Forbes
I was soon to attend my first ever high school party, only for the sole reason of Jason inviting me himself. Handing me a flyer yesterday. And for him apologizing too, I guess.It was Friday night, the time set for the party, and I was starting to regret taking Jason's flyer. Agreeing to attend his party. I was getting cold feet, and I had my reasons.For one, although I'd accepted Jason's apology and had forgiven him, even when I didn't want to, even when I knew an apology couldn't just erase everything he'd done to me, I still had this gut feeling that it wasn't genuine, his repentance. For some reason, I still felt it was all an act. Now, I wasn't one to act on my gut feelings, trust them, because, sometimes, they'd let me down, so, as much as I didn't want to, I ignored them.Secondly, I was getting cold feet because I wasn't used to parties, and I had absolutely no idea what to wear. I had a lot of dresses. So many. Short, long, extra short,Amelia Forbes It was official. Parties just weren't my thing. Jason's party was fun, actually, for people who liked parties, that is, but personally, I couldn't see the fun in loud noises, people screaming on top of their voices in the name of talking, dirty dancing, drinking too much alcohol and puking thereafter. It just wasn't my idea of fun.So, I was already preparing to leave without telling Jason. All I had as my biggest hurdle was sneaking out, which wasn't so much of a hurdle-seeing the huge crowd present at his party, it was easy to blend in or get lost. Finding my way home wasn't going to be much of a problem either-I was good with directions, sorta, and when I was in Jason's car, I'd done well to note the way around. I was currently engaged in an uninteresting conversation with a flame haired guy whom I wasn't sure of his name but was certain he was a senior too. He was hitting on me, and failing miserably at it, judging by his poor choice of
Amelia Forbes I woke up, with a start, to the light filtering into my room through the half open curtain, a throbbing head and a parched throat. Squinting against the mild glare of the sun, I propped myself up on the bed and pushed my hair out of my face, my sore eyes taking in the contents of the room."What happened?" I murmured to myself, little bits of the party from last night coming back to me. "How did I get back?"I tried to recall how I returned home but nothing came to mind. The last I remembered was drinking to the dare they'd given me, which I declined doing.Figuring I must've gotten really drunk and Jason brought me back to my house, I sighed and swung my legs down from the bed. I needed an aspirin. Two aspirin. Fast. But first, some water, and then checking in on grandma. Knowing her, she would be up by now.Speaking of the time, what was the time actually? I twisted my body to look at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand at the other side
Amelia Forbes It started during the first period after lunch, in math class. The weird looks and knowing stares. At first, I shrugged it off, ignoring them and taking my regular seat, just beside the window that overlooked the football field. But as the classes rolled by, the stares kept getting worse and worse and I even heard someone make an odd remark, one I couldn't quite grasp. The blonde had said from behind me, just before our Physics teacher came in, "And here I was thinking she was different."I didn't understand. Was she talking about me? Figuring it was probably just a conversation between her and her friend, I shrugged and focused on the lesson at hand, the only thought on my mind being how to face Jason. And beg him, if I had to, not to tell anyone about what had happened with us. He hadn't been at the cafeteria today-pretty much the only period I had with him today being Monday-which I found odd and weird. And upsetting too. Jason had never misse
Jason Davenport I was upset. Scratch that. I was beyond upset. I was furious. Murderous. If I got my hands on Amelia, only two things could happen: I beat the shit out of her, or I punish her so bad she wished I beat her up instead. She thought she'd won this one, didn't she? In her mind, we were even, right?I scoffed. Till tomorrow. The bitch better not show up at school tomorrow, because by the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging to write my apology letter herself. Which she will, by the way. I wasn't going to pick any goddamn pen and say I was writing an apology letter for her. That apology letter was going to be written by she herself. Who did she think was, punching me that way? Humiliating me in front of Coach Hens. And to think Coach took her side. And Adrian actually shoved me, for her. "By the time I'm done with you, Amelia," I said through clenched teeth, my hand gripping the elastic ball in it harder. So hard the veins in my arm bulged.
Amelia Forbes The video had been taken down. That I was certain of, because I'd personally gone on Leila's vlog in search of it, but couldn't find it. Coach Hens had kept his word, and for that I was grateful. And by the looks of it, it seemed like he was already enforcing the punishment he'd meted out to Jason. This morning, after I arrived at school, I spotted Jason leaving the coach's office, a deep frown etched onto his face. He'd probably gone to beg so he didn't have to write the letter but had been turned down. Good for him. That'll teach him. Aside from spotting him earlier, I'd also had two classes with him today, Geometry and English, and all the while, there'd been no spitballs or chewed gum. Throughout the classes, he'd done nothing but sit crossed armed, staring at the teacher, obviously not comprehending a word from the look on his face. What did Jason really think? That he could just do anything he liked to me and go scot free? That I was some
Jason Davenport "Dear Amelia. An apology letter written on behalf of my offenses. Please accept my sincere apologies for the scandal created in your name, solely caused by me. I accept complete responsibility for my actions and shortcomings and the inconveniences it has caused you by far. I am truly sorry for them and completely understand your disappointment in me. "I cannot defend my actions, and if I could reverse them, I would, but I can not. However, I can personally assure you that no such mistake would be made in my name again. Once again, please accept my sincerest apologies. Sincerely, Jason Davenport."At the last word, I heaved a "remorseful" sigh and looked up with hope in my eyes, folding the letter in my hands. The crowd of students was in a mild disarray from the letter I'd just read, clearly the ones doing the forgiving for Amelia, who on the other hand, sat at a corner of the bleachers, somewhat isolated from the others, her head hung low and her hands fo
Amelia Forbes182 days left, I reminded myself, simultaneously trying to calm my breathing. Realizing I was griping at my newly changed bedsheets, I slowly released my fingers.I wiped the furious tears that had started to form in my eyes, watching a single tear fall and sink gracefully on the fresh sheets."Why do I keep falling for Jason's pranks?" I queried myself aloud.By now I should be used to this. To everything. Used to him pulling my legs and making fun of me, used to hearing how worthless I truly was. Then why?Why do I keep believing every darn word that comes out of his mouth? Was I really that stupid to think that he would tell Mrs Sandra he didn't want to be partnered with me?Of course he wouldn't. It was a great opportunity for him to keep making my life a living hell-not that he wasn't doing that already-so why not? Right?I guess I really was stupid like he always said.Swallowing with difficulty, I trudged
Jason DavenportI woke up angry. Reaching for my phone to see what time I was, I remembered I didn't have one anymore. Just great.Dad had finally found a way to take my life away from me. Maybe now he'd have the chance to enjoy life with his fucking underage mistress. I'm sure Ashley would love that. A knock interrupted my thoughts, irritating me further."Who the fuck is that?" I barked. One of the many servants who worked for us walked briskly inside, leaving the door half closed. "Mr Davenport demands that you come down for dinner." He said curtly."Tell him to go fuck himself," I snarled.He made no sign to show he heard me. Instead he only said, "Mr Davenport insists."I've never wanted so desperately to smash someone's head against the wall-well, except Amelia-as I did at that moment. I contemplated on punching him, maybe take out some teeth, as I clenched my fists. But I knew there would be consequences.