Ginny from the snobs of the school, Rachel and her squad had somehow figured out how Ginny felt about me. It didn’t matter that I took great effort to keep my own feelings at bay. Ginny was always around. Add it all up and it did not bode well for my girl, because the little bitches like Rachel made her life a living hell. They took my rejection of a relationship with Ginny as proof that it was free season on her.
I was going to have to squash that shit right then, before it went any further. Rachel and her band of bitches were like leeches; once they latched on, they wouldn’t fall off until they bled their victim dry. I would allow myself to be used as ammunition against Ginny.
Throwing Rachel’s hand off me, I grabbed her lunch tray and slid it down the table until it fell noisily to the floor. Looking back at Rachel’s shocked face, I snarled, “Looks like you’re done with lunch. I suggest you go.”
Rachel sputtered, “What’s your deal?”
Raising my voice so at least half of the noisy cafeteria could hear me, I said, “That’s my little sister and her best friend, and nobody, including you and your little crew, is going to fuck with them. Now get the hell away from me.”
Turning to give her my back and my dismissal, I looked at the guy next to me. “Can you believe the chicks here, always starting some bullshit? Makes me think I should start hanging around the local college to pick off some freshmen there. I hear college girls are wilder in bed, anyway. Last time I let Rachel suck my cock, she was so sloppy I got bored.” Admitting it wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but this broad needed to be put in her place. I hated knowing Ginny was listening, but in the end, I couldn’t come up with something better.
Rachel squealed in anger behind me then stomped off, presumably to sit with her friends.
I turned my head enough to look at Ginny and Olivia, only to wish I hadn’t. My sister was glaring daggers at me while Ginny peeled the label on her soda bottle and avoided eye contact with everyone.
Before I pulled my gaze away from her, I spotted a lone tear traveling down one of her pretty cheeks and cringed.
Now more than ever, I realized I was doing the right thing by following my dreams to go into the Army. I would go on a journey like Odysseus; only, I wouldn’t wait twenty years to come home to get Ginny.
Teenagers should have all the answers, right? Well, I didn’t. The fact that I so desperately wished I knew what was right killed me, but it seemed like everything I did was wrong. Hurting her was hurting me, but she didn’t know that.
As I watched her grab her backpack and leave the cafeteria, I worried Gin would hate me by then, which frustrated me. Actually, it pissed me off.
Was this the first time I had inadvertently hurt Ginny’s feelings? No. Nevertheless, that didn’t make it any easier to watch her walk out those doors. And there I sat, having to act nonchalant about hurting the one girl who mattered.
The guys around me joked about how the girls were tripping all over themselves to get a piece of me. I didn’t laugh with them, though, because I was watching my little sister race out of the cafeteria after her best friend.
The way that tear had slowly slid down Ginny’s face would haunt my dreams tonight. If only I could give her the big picture now… But I couldn’t. She had her life to build, and I had mine. Then we could be together. We were young, too young, for all the things I wanted for the both of us.
I felt like I had torn myself in two from the inside out, battling my need for Ginny against what I had to do until I could have her. I would be lucky if I didn’t go certifiably insane before I finally got the chance to hold my girl and tell her how damn sorry I was for everything I had put her through.
No matter what, I would endure whatever hell I had to go through until I could make Gin mine for one solid reason alone: I would never be able to live with myself
I was going to have to squash that shit right then, before it went any further. Rachel and her band of bitches were like leeches; once they latched on, they wouldn’t fall off until they bled their victim dry. I would allow myself to be used as ammunition against Ginny.
Throwing Rachel’s hand off me, I grabbed her lunch tray and slid it down the table until it fell noisily to the floor. Looking back at Rachel’s shocked face, I snarled, “Looks like you’re done with lunch. I suggest you go.”
Rachel sputtered, “What’s your deal?”
Raising my voice so at least half of the noisy cafeteria could hear me, I said, “That’s my little sister and her best friend, and nobody, including you and your little crew, is going to fuck with them. Now get the hell away from me.”
Turning to give her my back and my dismissal, I looked at the guy next to me. “Can you believe the chicks here, always starting some bullshit? Makes me think I should start hanging around the local college to pick off some freshmen there. I hear college girls are wilder in bed, anyway. Last time I let Rachel suck my cock, she was so sloppy I got bored.” Admitting it wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but this broad needed to be put in her place. I hated knowing Ginny was listening, but in the end, I couldn’t come up with something better.
Rachel squealed in anger behind me then stomped off, presumably to sit with her friends.
I turned my head enough to look at Ginny and Olivia, only to wish I hadn’t. My sister was glaring daggers at me while Ginny peeled the label on her soda bottle and avoided eye contact with everyone.
Before I pulled my gaze away from her, I spotted a lone tear traveling down one of her pretty cheeks and cringed.
Now more than ever, I realized I was doing the right thing by following my dreams to go into the Army. I would go on a journey like Odysseus; only, I wouldn’t wait twenty years to come home to get Ginny.
Teenagers should have all the answers, right? Well, I didn’t. The fact that I so desperately wished I knew what was right killed me, but it seemed like everything I did was wrong. Hurting her was hurting me, but she didn’t know that.
As I watched her grab her backpack and leave the cafeteria, I worried Gin would hate me by then, which frustrated me. Actually, it pissed me off.
Was this the first time I had inadvertently hurt Ginny’s feelings? No. Nevertheless, that didn’t make it any easier to watch her walk out those doors. And there I sat, having to act nonchalant about hurting the one girl who mattered.
The guys around me joked about how the girls were tripping all over themselves to get a piece of me. I didn’t laugh with them, though, because I was watching my little sister race out of the cafeteria after her best friend.
The way that tear had slowly slid down Ginny’s face would haunt my dreams tonight. If only I could give her the big picture now… But I couldn’t. She had her life to build, and I had mine. Then we could be together. We were young, too young, for all the things I wanted for the both of us.
I felt like I had torn myself in two from the inside out, battling my need for Ginny against what I had to do until I could have her. I would be lucky if I didn’t go certifiably insane before I finally got the chance to hold my girl and tell her how damn sorry I was for everything I had put her through.
No matter what, I would endure whatever hell I had to go through until I could make Gin mine for one solid reason alone: I would never be able to live with myself
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