Author: jenjen-0 PM
They've been best friends all their lives, she was content to live in his shadow and deal with the constantly changing girlfriends, waiting for him to realize that she was the one for him. Then he came along...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 19,514 - Reviews: 52 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 09-02-11 - Published: 11-22-08 - id: 2599421
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A/N Hey everyone... so yeah it's been two and a half years... oops. My only excuse is university and work and guys. Anyway hope you enjoy!
They've been best friends all their lives, she was content to live in his shadow and deal with the constantly changing girlfriends, waiting for him to realize that she was the one for him. Then he came along...
Chapter 6 - Showdown
He shrugged, "It doesn't matter what the bet was about, really. He's lost anyway. I got the girl."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong." We turned around to face the newcomer.
It didn't really surprise me as much as it should have that Trace would show up. I suppose a part of me knew and even wanted him to show up. I squashed the happy part of me down and didn't let it show on my face. After all, Trace is the enemy. Gotta remember that.
Of course Trace didn't come alone, that's just not cool, he needs to come with his football buddies. His best friend Jack the Pervert was standing next to him, and the rest sort of lounged around, pretending they weren't that interested and only happened to come here by accident.
So there we stood in front of the school, again. Just hope this time it doesn't turn into a fight. Jayden straightened up, "Trace, what a surprise. Still hurting from the last time I beat you up? Or did you come for another round?"
I frowned at Jayden, "Don't bait him, you moron," I whispered.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, "Sorry Sugar, you know I can't help it."
Trace grinned menacingly, "As if you little piece of shit, actually, I just came to retrieve something that belongs to me."
I squinted up at him, "I really hope you're not referring to me, 'cause last time I checked I wasn't an object."
School was filling up with nerdy kids wanting to be on time, and a few others who obviously had no life. We were standing near the front of the school, so in no way were we being inconspicuous. A small semi-circle formed around us, obviously everyone wanted to see what Trace and Jayden would be up to today.
I suppose I should stop them fighting or something... Well maybe a few punches. They deserve it. Plus, I mean, they're fighting over me. Now if only I had some female friends I could gossip with. Damn.
Trace and Jayden just glared at each other. Not like a staring competition, at least, not like the one Jayden and I had.
I shot an apologetic look at Jayden and squeezed his arm before crossing over to Trace and dragging him away. I didn't look back because I didn't want to know what Jayden thought about me leaving him like that. Trace had no qualms about waving and smiling at him before mouthing some rude words.
"Honestly Trace there is no need to be like this!" He laid his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the school building towards our lockers. I glared up at him.
"Babe you don't understand, I can't let him win. Because if he wins, I lose you. And I can't stand the thought of that happening." He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and I almost caved. Almost.
I spun the combination to my locker and opened it, grabbing the books I needed before answering Trace. "That doesn't excuse the way you're behaving! You locked me in your car last night so we could have a chat. You shouldn't have to do that. Remember when you used to just charge up to my room and we'd spend hours doing nothing together? That's what I want back."
He shrugged and grabbed my books for me. "We can still have that. Except instead of talking and just hanging out, we can get it on. Much more efficient use of our time."
I gaped at him like a (cute) fish out of water. How could he be sweet and carry my stuff for me while telling me he wanted to fuck me instead of hang out with me?
"Close your mouth before I'm tempted to put something in there, Jess." I turned to face Jack the Pervert, standing next to Trace. He had the audacity to chuckle and fist bump the numb nut.
I cradled my head with my hands, "I don't know how I haven't gone insane yet."
Jack ruffled my hair, ruining what took me at least ten minutes to achieve in under ten seconds. "I wouldn't be too sure about that sweet cheeks. I've always doubted your sanity."
I glared up at him. At this rate I was going to get a sore neck and wrinkles. "Shut up and go away Jack. You're like this little annoying side kick who has no purpose but to antagonize everyone around him."
Trace and Jack looked stumped by my outburst, either because they didn't know what antagonize meant, or because they were surprised I actually had a comeback. I'm betting on the first one though.
The bell finally rang, saving me from having to face more inane conversation, if you could go so far as to call it that. Trace opened his mouth and I sighed, so much for silence.
"I'd be good to you." He whispered into my ear, bending down a bit.
"What?" I asked, confused with the direction he was taking the conversation.
"I wouldn't mind going down on you for an hour or two..." He winked at me.
I raised an eyebrow at him, "Honey if you were any good you wouldn't need an hour or two."
I tromped off to our class, not missing the astonished look on his face. Inside I was shaking, I needed to see Jayden.
Unfortunately I didn't see Jayden until lunch time because I didn't have any classes with him. I escaped Trace by telling him I had to go to the restroom, because he hadn't left me alone the entire time. Even though I wasn't talking to him, we went by in a sort of silent truce. I really don't feel like getting into a fight with him in the middle of the hallway. I still hadn't forgotten his comments on what he wanted to do to me.
I snuck around corners trying to avoid Trace's spying eyes, because I just know he's trying to find me even though I've only been gone like five minutes. Control freak, anyone? I stuck my head into the cafeteria and didn't see Trace there, which means he was probably waiting outside the girl's bathroom. Hah, sucker.
I quickly made my way to Jayden's table. Aaron, Noah and Dallas were all sitting there as well. They seemed to be having an intense conversation which they stopped as soon as they noticed me. Way to make me feel welcomed.
"Hey guys," I said with a little wave, hoping someone would make room for me to sit down.
No one moved.
"What, that's it?" Jayden asked, "You go off with Trace without saying a word to me, and then come crawling back half way through the day? Did he get tired of you after you gave him a blow job in the janitor's closet?"
"How could you say that? I only drag-"
"Easily," He said, his voice rising. "You're just a little whore, playing Trace and me against each other."
The entire cafeteria had gone silent, excited by this new bit of gossip. Had this been anyone else, it would have been mildly entertaining. It's different when it happens to you though. And I'm kind of sick on major revelations in the cafeteria. Seriously.
I stumbled back, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I can't believe you just did that." I whispered. I ran out of the cafeteria, without looking back. Nobody yelled my name or tried to stop me.
Trace found me sitting on the floor by my locker, unable to get it open. "Hey," He stroked my hair, "I heard what happened. Do you want me to take you home?"
I nodded and he picked me up in his arms as if I was a baby. With how fragile I was feeling at the moment, I appreciated the gesture. I could see his mind working hard. Well, a little bit anyway. I'm sure he was dying to ask a specific question. I really didn't want to answer it. Or even think about it anymore.
"Can we just not talk about it please?" I asked him, burying my head in his neck and inhaling the comforting smell of Abercrombie and Fitch's Fierce cologne. No matter what, he's been my best friend for the past god knows how many years. We've stuck by each other through thick and thin, and whenever I needed him he was there for me. No questions asked.
He drove us back to my house, and we just lay on my bed with me crying into his shirt. He murmured soothing words into my hair as his hand traveled south to where it should not.
I smacked it, "Just because we're on a bed together doesn't mean you can just grab my ass, Trace."
"Mmh, I love it when you say my name. Anyway, what's stopping you now?" He tilted my face up, our lips just inches apart.
What else could I do...
So when my mom walked in on us making out a few minutes later, we were all kind of surprised. I was mortified, this was the second time my mom had seen me make out with a guy in under a week. And not even the same guy!
She arched an eyebrow, "So this is you making up for the past 17 years of being a nun? Although I approve more of Trace than the other one."
My eyes were still red from crying, actually, I'm sure my whole face was still a blotchy red color. Good thing our eyes were closed for the majority of the time. "Jayden won't be coming around for dinner mom."
"I gathered that already." She turned to Trace, "And what do you have to say for yourself?"
He grinned cheekily, "I'd love to come to dinner, it's been too long since I've tasted any of your delicious food."
Trace hadn't moved from his position on top of me, which just made me feel like a really awkward turtle. And made me doubt the chance of my face ever returning to it's natural color.
My mom made to leave, "Oh yeah, your car's arrived. It's waiting in the drive way. Please please be careful, I know you're not the most attentive driver." A pause. "Oh, and that boy is waiting outside for you. But maybe I should tell him to leave before you decide to try out how well your truck handles bumps."
I gave a small laugh, "I don't even know what car you got me yet, but if it's a big monster I can't promise anything. I'll go see what he wants."
My mom left, and closed my door. Well, I think it's obvious she likes Trace.
I pulled myself together, and would have gotten up, had Trace let me. "I'm not letting you go talk to him. He doesn't deserve that."
"Don't start on this, please. And actually, just stay in this room. I don't want the two of you getting into a fight." No matter how sexy and tempting that is. Anyway, he doesn't necessarily have to hear what Jayden and I have to say to each other.
I convinced Trace to let me leave the bed to go outside. I just hope for his sake he stays in my room. He was still limping slightly from the last fight.
"What do you want?" I asked Jayden rudely. No way did he deserve any of my kindness.
"I'm so sorry... it just slipped out. I didn't mean it, I was just so fucking angry that you chose him over me, again." He ground out.
"But that's what I was trying to tell you! I only walked off with Trace because there's no way he would have left you alone if I'd tried dragging you off." I walked over to where he was standing, probably a mistake on my part because I know I can't think straight around him.
I couldn't even find much joy in me at the sight of my brand spanking new Escalade. If only... No, my parents don't love me that much. It was a cute little sporty Nissan Altima in a pearl white. They love me enough though.
"Forgive me?" He whispered, reaching for my hand.
"I think everyone is right, we're just too different for us to work. I'm sorry. Maybe you should go, and we'll pretend the past week hasn't happened." I took a step back, evading his hand.
Trace chose that moment to stick his head out of my window and show off his bare chest. I closed my eyes, unable to believe he'd be so stupid as to take his shirt off just to make Jayden jealous. But it didn't really surprise me to be honest. That's the kind of guy he is.
Jayden dropped his hand, a quick look at my face told him all he needed to know. "Oh. I see how it is...Maybe I was right about you then." He turned around and left, getting on his motorcycle and roaring off.
It wasn't his words that hurt me so much, it's the look he gave me, filled with sadness, anger and something suspiciously like defeat.