Hate and Other Crappy Things - Living·my·life Forever (top books of all time .txt) 📗

not realize there was blood on me? It didn't faze him one bit because he just stood there as the other guy, who looked a lot hotter by the way, lifted the gerny from the ambulance all by himself. Completely unprofessional. 

" Don't you have a job to do, sir?" Asher said.

" I certainly do." So… I'm his job? Hell no! 

" How about you get out before I kick your ass? One reason would be for hitting on my girl and the other for not taking care of my best friend! Or you could leave. Which one of those options would you prefer, bro?" I'm his girl?! Yay! The dumbass scurried away after the hot, very professional, Asian nurse. 

" Thankyou." I slightly smiled at him.

" Yeah." He took my hand and jumped out. I hesitated from the long jump and he held out his arms catch me. I smiled and jumped down and wrapped my legs around his waist when he almost dropped me. He held me tight and I did the same which we laughed at. 

" Sorry." 

" It's okay." He put me down lightly then took my hand and we ran into the emergency room. 

Till Death Do Us Part

We've been sitting in the waiting room for hours now. Silence consumed us in a tight, unloved embrace. Lay Lay's parents had come to support us and her mother sat across from me, trying her hardest not to keep glancing at my shaking body. But I didn't need her concern. I didn't need anyone's comforting words telling me, oh darling it will be okay. I didn't want that. All I wanted was for my brother to wake up. All I wanted was for my brother to tell me another stupid joke again. All I wanted was for my brother to hug me tight. I needed that. That's all I needed and these people waiting with me could not give that to me! No one could. Absolutely no one. Except for the almighty and powerful man upstairs behind those golden gates. Only Him.

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It's been three weeks of torture. Gabe, my beloved brother, has been in the hospital for three tortuous weeks, cloaked inside a coma. I haven't really been talking to anyone. All my friends have practically given up on me, always giving me weak smiles as I passed by through the halls, or if I walked into the classroom. Laina of course has still stayed by my side like glue which I appreciate. Asher, well, he's been there off and on, holding me while I cried or crying on his own. He walks around the house like a zombie, always moping like me. We're quite pitiful really. But, in order to get out of our funk, we need our brother back.

I walked into the classroom trying to manage a smile but everyone noticed the tear streaks and puffy eyes I attempted to cover up with my non-handy-dandy makeup. Great, huh(write down that note of sarcasm)? Here come the phony ass smiles yet again. I sat in my seat in front of a cute guy I'm proud to call my friend and beside me was my good friend Isabel. These are the only other two who try to keep a conversation going every day. However, today would be different. My promise to myself and my brother would be kept. I'd try to socialize, if I even remembered how to do the shit. 

"Hey, sweetie. How ya doin'?" Isabel's southern accent calmed my tense nerves.

"I've been better but I'll try to act like a normal person." I sighed.

"You don't have ta do that fer us, darls. We know what you're feeling." she placed a soft and gentle hand on my knee. Her accent suited her. It brought a homey feel to Brooklyn. Her auburn hair and a bright smile that would brighten any room. She had swampy green eyes with flecks of gray in them and little freckles under her eyes.

"Yeah, no need to talk. But it would be kind of cool." Jesse joked. I wanted to slap him sometimes. More like bitch slap him. With a metal bar. That was in a fire. In a volcano. Yep, it's that serious. But I wouldn't want to ruin that hot face of his. He had a sexy/adorable bad boy look AND an English accent. Yeah baby, beyond sexy. His accent wasn't too much of an English accent where it's annoying, but just enough for you to fall for him. You know ladies, the type of look that includes the sexy leather jacket with the sunglasses that make you want to rape him. Doesn't matter if you got caught. It would be worth the ride.

He had icy blue eyes that bared flecks of black in them and the reddest and plumpest- I know that's not a word but just go with it- lips I'd ever seen. His hair was dark brown and silky, just like mine. I'd definitely pay big bucks to kiss those plumper boys. He stopped my lovely daydream of ripping off his clothes by snapping his fingers.

"Earth to Bree Bree!" I blushed and shook my head. Then I burst out laughing. I got some stares and slapped my chest, which hurt by the way, as if to say 'wanna piece of this?'. The few guys and girls giggled or chuckled but turned away. Did I mention I'm quite popular? You probably knew that already though because it is rather obvious. I'm awesome.

"You were thinking about sex weren't ya?" Isabel whispered in my ear, leaving Jesse with a big curious look. Did I mention he's hot with that face? 

"I'm appalled you would even begin to think that." I calmly stated and looked down and began fiddling with the ends of my hoodie. She giggled at my dead give-away.

"Think about what? Huh huh huh?" Jesse said with way too much excitement. 

"Shut your balls." 

"Um, okay then Miss. Tanner. But you know what can open and shut?"

"Don't start that shit, J." said Isabel while examining her nails like they were rocket science. What I mean by that is there appeared to be lots of dirt.

"What happened?"

"Well-" she was cut off when the bell rang and the teacher walked in. He was absolutely the ugliest... but sweetest guy you'd meet. Mr. C we called him. It stood for Chesterfield but the guys made it secretly into Mr. Cunt. Immature poop heads. 

He handed out our pop quiz and we all groaned. This would be just fantastic. Fantastic. Fantastic. Fantastic. Did I say fantastic, or fucky?

Balls, Balls, and More Balls

"I think I failed that Algebra 2 quiz. I am so done." 

"Same here. What the hell is his problem?" Jesse exclaimed, with an enraged voice.

"Calm down, partna. It ain't that serious." Isabel giggled. 

"Says the honor roll student." J looked at me and pointed to her with his thumb. He was in the middle, while I was on his left with Bel on his right. 

"You guys are too funny." they laughed and we walked to our lockers which were all beside each other. Laina's was on the other side of the school. It pissed me off, I tell you!

I put up my books and got out my uniform for gym. "Glad we can make you laugh." I had turned around to see Jesse and he had his arms beside my head, pinning me between him and the lockers. His voice was seductive but I put on my bravest face. 

"Thanks." I stuck up my chin, making sure I didn't give in.

 "You don't like how close we are?" He whispered in my ear, making my whole body shiver. Chill out! Chill out! Chill out! 

"Move please." I tried my hardest to sound authoritative but it came out as a squeak. Dammit. 

"I know I make you weak." He kissed my cheek and walked away to class with his signature smirk. Why do guys always feel the absolute need to flirt with me? 

"You guys are so cute!" 

"No we're aren't, Bel!"

"Don't deny it, babe. You know you want it." 

"Urrrrggg."

We entered the locker room and changed as quickly as possible. We were late because of me and Jesse's little, moment. Things would be pretty interesting if he were to be my boyfriend. If only Isabel didn't get that in my head.

Mr. Fitch marked us tardy as we came out the locker but oh well. I just secretly gave him the magic finger and felt a lot better. It's not like it was my fault in the first place. Abercrombie, he's the only hot teacher in the school, had us do our warm ups. Afterwards, we split up into teams for dodge ball. I hate this dear game with a passion. 

Isabel and I were of course on the same team and you know who was on the opposite? My adored ex, Elliott. People kept glancing from me to him because of the expressions that were being exchanged between us. Mine was of hate and his was of regret. Whispers dawned the air all around me. A girl I recognized came up to Bel and I in a rush. 

"Hi. I don't mean to bother you but, have you heard about Elliott?" I shook my head not really caring but I decided to be a nice young lady. "Well, he's a good friend of mine and I never really knew you but I thought you should know why he was always so hesitant in your relationship." I took a glance at Elliott. Why in hell would this girl know that? 

"Go on."

"Okay, he's uh...he's gay." she is lying. She is lying hard. "I pushed him to tell you but being the guy he is, however, he could never build up the courage." 

I stomped over to him, nosy eyes following my movement every step of the way. "So none of it was real? Everything we had was fake because you didn't want to hurt my feelings?! What the shit is wrong with you? Not telling me hurts my feelings even more! You could have told me a very long time ago instead of putting up a damn front of being the perfect boyfriend!" I pushed him back and he stumbled slightly.

"You know I never wanted to hurt you! I did love you...and I still do! But deep inside something was wrong. I didn't know what it was until four months ago last summer. I met a guy, Gabby. He showed me another life and I took the option to live in it instead of pretending to be something I am not. I'm gay, Gabby.