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I warn you ahead of time, Liz is a slut and Jake does something stupid.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn”
“Jacob Dale Covington! You turn down that racket this minute!! I don’t care if you just got into your first fight with Liz, that music is giving me a migraine!” mom yelled up the stairs.
“Yeah mom, okay. Whatever.” I grumbled through the door to my room.
Just as I got up to turn down the radio, Tom walked past my room and stopped just outside the door. He turned his head to look into my room, and I caught his apologetic gaze, returning it with my own sad glare.
“Dude….” He started, sounding like he was caught between two equally hard choices.
I put up my hand, as if to tell him that I didn’t care anymore, “You’ve made your choice Tom. That’s not the problem. It’s my own fault. And I’m paying for it.”
I turned down Poison’s Every Rose Has it’s Thorn and walked over to the bed in which, only nights ago, Liz had slept on.
Tom walked in, a pained look on his face, “Bro, there’s a ton of other girls out there. You should know this by now.”
“Yeah, but none of them are Liz.” I interrupted.
“That doesn’t matter. Jake, you’re a cool little dude…you can find someone else.” He replied, trying to make me feel better.
“Tom, I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, but it’s just not gonna work. I’m either gonna get over this, or try to fix it. And I don’t know how to do either. So for now, just leave me alone, okay?” I replied, all hope lost.
“Yeah, alright.” He responded softly, “I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean—”
“I know. It’s okay. Just let me sort all this out, okay?” I replied, dejected and annoyed, trying to get him to just leave me alone.
If he hadn’t been so damn persistent in taking Liz to that dumb party none of this would have happened. She and I would still be friends, and everything would be the way it was before. I would be miserable trying to find out a way to tell Liz that I loved her, and she would be clueless. But that’s not how life is, nothing is simple. Absolutely nothing.
“Dude…I’m not gonna take her, okay?” Tom said.
“Okay.” I paused, “That doesn’t change anything…she still hates me.” I said, agitation leaking into my voice like blood dripping from a wound.
“Sorry.” Tom said solemnly and then turned and walked out of my room, closing the door behind him.
I was gazing across English room, with its harsh white covered walls and its crude white and green flecked linoleum floor, at Liz. It seemed as if nothing had happened. She showed no signs of missing me or feeling the least bit brokenhearted at losing her best friend. Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t getting any sleep, my grades were starting to slip, and I had a lot of free time on my hands with which to brood and feel sorry for myself.
I turned my attention back to the stupid whiteboard that no longer held any useful information. Mrs. Blenkinship, the new, young, English teacher, was still prattling on about something that would never help me find a way to get Liz back and maybe even get her to know that I love her.
“Alright class, now that we’ve started the Poetry segment of the curriculum I want you to write a sonnet.” The class let out a collective groan of despair, “Now now, it’s not that bad. A sonnet has fourteen lines and has one of three different Rhyme Schemes.”
“Yeah, annoying, more annoying, and most annoying…take your pick.” said Joe Millencamp, the class clown. The class erupted in a soft laughter.
“Very funny Joe.” Mrs. Blenkinship replied sarcastically, “There’s the Spencerian sonnet, which has a rhyme scheme of ABAB BCBC CDCD EE. Any sonnet by Edmund Spencer is written in this form because he created it. If you need examples just look them up.”
“How dumb is that. The guy could’ve invented some cool-ass thing and all he made was a dumb ‘rhyme scheme. How dumb!” Joe exclaimed.
“Second warning Joe.” Mrs. B replied in her usual tone, and then continued with the lecture, “Then, there’s the traditional sonnet form. The English, or Shakespearean sonnet, which has a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. And finally, there’s the Italian sonnet which has a rhyme scheme of ABBA ABBA CDCDCD or ABBA ABBA CDECDE. The assignment will be due next class.”
“So, what you’re saying is…all these old dead guys made stuff up and they were rewarded for it?” Joe asked.
“Yes, Mr. Millencamp.” She replied evenly.
“Okay…How about I invent something that gets you out of that pretty little skirt, Scarlett Blenkinship?” He stated, cockily.
“The principle has missed you something awful, Joe. Why don’t you go pay him a visit.” she retorted.
“Alright…Sugar lips.” he replied and gathered up his things.
Mrs. B rolled her eyes and then asked us to start working on our sonnets in groups.
On his way out Joe passed by Mrs. B, who was writing on the whiteboard, and quickly smacked her butt and said, “I’ll see you later toots.” and then blew air kisses at her.
So, now I had to find a group…that didn’t include Liz and her new Boyfriend of the Week.
I looked to my left, only to find that Mary Johansen, the girl who’d had a crush on me since second grade, was taken by John Thomas. Painstakingly, I turned to the right and found that Liz and her ‘flavor of the week’ were paired up, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. I looked behind me, and noticed that everyone was paired up, everyone except me.
“Do you not have a partner Jake?” Mrs. B asked.
“No.” I replied.
“What about Liz? I thought you two were best friends?” she queried.
“No. Not anymore I think.” I responded.
“Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that.” She said, crestfallen.
“Yeah, me too.” I mumbled.
“Well, I guess when Joe gets back you two can pair up.” she paused, “Good luck with that one.”
“Gee, thanks.” I retorted.
“Yeah I know” I replied.
“You wanna go get some beers?” Joe asked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
“Naw. I gotta go home to my mom tonight. She’s getting suspicious of me.” I responded.
“Yeah, whatever.” Joe paused, “Pussy”
I looked around, “Fine. But I gotta be home and sober by eight.”
“Awesome.” He said, “Hey, you wanna go grab that plastic bag out of my bag? It’s in the side zipper pocket.”
“Okay.”
Girlish giggles erupted from me as soon as Scott pulled off my dark brown lacy silk thong.
He chuckled, “Did that tickle?” he said, sounding seductive.
“A little.” I replied, equally as sexy, adjusting myself so that I was sitting on his hips.
I leaned down and started kissing the nape of his neck, up to his mouth, and then began unbuttoning his shirt.
As I pushed it off his broad chest, I saw a tattoo near his hip begin to reveal itself.
“Oooh, sexy.” I said and leaned down to kiss that area.
He moaned in pleasure, “God, you drive me wild.”
I let out a throaty laugh, “You don’t even know the half of it.”
“Joe, this…this looks like weed.” I hesitantly said.
“Uh...duh.” he retorted.
“Oh…well, um…okay. Here it is. I-I’m gonna go now, okay?” I said, thinking of how my mom would react if she smelled smoke on my clothes.
“What,” he asked, sounding incredulous, “You’re not chickening out are you?”
I paused, “Well, no, but…”
“Well… Then have a puff.” he said, rolling the weed into the paper and licking the paper to make it stick, “Here, I’ve got a lighter. I’ll give you a light.”
I stared at the now glowing butt, staring at the ‘embers’ slowly beginning to burn and let off a strange new scent. If I took this joint, it could start me down a path where I knew I would most likely never find my way back. But what did it matter, Liz hated me, and she was the whole reason for my existence.
“Screw it.” I said and yanked the joint out of Joe’s hand and took a long drag.
He was slowly unbuttoning my tight blouse to reveal my Victoria’s Secret: Very Sexy push up bra that strategically made my breasts look fuller than they actually were, but not by much.
He kissed me right between my hips and I gasped in pleasure.
“Oh dear God.”
“God has nothing to do with this hun” he huskily replied.
He unsnapped my bra and it went flinging into a corner, “You ready.”
“I was born ready.”
He began the foreplay, and I started getting the strangest flashbacks. The first was of when Jake and I were little, he was telling me that he knew something I didn’t, and I was chasing after him, trying to get him to tell. Scott started nibbling on my earlobe and the second flashback came. It was of Jake and me at 14. He was just staring at me, and wouldn’t look away.
“What?!” I said, feeling irritated.
“Nothing. I was just looking.” he responded.
“Looking at what?” I asked.
“At the most--”
“Liz honey” my mom said, interrupting Jake, “We’ve got to go! Your piano lesson starts in fifteen minutes and it takes us twenty minutes to get there.”
“I’ll talk to you later Jake. Tell me later, okay?”
“Yeah, whatever.” he said and got up from the grass in my front lawn and walked towards his house.
Scott started kissing my between my breasts and the third flashback came. It was of Jake and I a few days ago. When we had the huge fight.
“Do you really want to know Liz cuz it’s burning me up inside!” he yelled.
I barely nodded.
“It’s you!” He yelled.
I cringed away from Jake, eyes filling up with tears.
He stopped, “No, no Liz, I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Oh really?” I said, a tremor going through my voice, “Then how did you mean it, Jake?”
“I—but you can’t honestly—why—how could you think…Liz, please.” He begged, feeling sorry for me.
“I’ll just get my stuff and go. I didn’t know—well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Bye Jake, I’ll see you around.” I said, aware that I was crying.
“I love you” were the words that Jake finally mouthed to me in my vision.
Scott almost lowered himself into me, “STOP!” I yelled.
He started, “What,” He said, alarmed, “What’s wrong?”
“Everything.” I ranted, “Everything’s wrong. Scott, I need you to drive me home. Now. Right now.”
“What the hell?” He demanded, looking slightly ridiculous, nude and stiff.
“Just do it.”
“Duuuude.” I said, mellow, “This is awwweeeesomee.”
“Right on brothah.” Joe said.
“Aiight, well, I’m gonna go now.” I said, moving to get up.
“Dude, you’re not gonna want ta move for a while. This stuff is the shit. It’s grade A plant, man.”
“Yeah. Whatever. You got anymore?”
xoxo
AsW
