To Fight Back (gxg)

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Chapter 9


"Yeah. I didn't know you went here." Emory says. I blink, still not quite comprehending the fact that she's really standing right in front of me. As I'm about to take another drag of my cigarette to calm the nerves that just went crazy, I realize I'm smoking in the school bathroom, which probably doesn't make me look too good.

"Hehe, um..." I quickly stub out the cig and toss it in the trash. She just raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. "Yeah this is my school. But I'm a little bit curious as to why you're here."

"I was dropping off my little sister from her doctors appointment, when I came in to use the bathroom. And you do know that it's illegal to smoke in school, not to mention you're a minor, right?" She explains, crossing her arms.

I look off to the side, at my reflection in the mirrors. "Yeah, well, sometimes it's worth the risk of getting caught." I say cryptically, keeping a deeply thoughtful expression on.

I see Emory come up behind me, looking me in the eyes of my reflection, putting a hand on my arm. "What's wrong?" She asks.

"Nothing." I say, turning my gaze to my feet.

She sighs deeply. "You always act like everything's fine when it's not. Yesterday, hell even when we first met, I could tell something was off. Talking about it will usually make you feel better," she offers.

I shake her hand off and move to go back to leaning on the stall door. "There's nothing to talk about. Didn't you need to use the bathroom?" I query, changing the subject.

She gives me one last longing look before going into a different stall. I light another cigarette while she's in there, and continue to smoke it once she's out and washing her hands. After drying them off, she takes something out of her pocket and hands it to me.

"Well if there ever is anything you need to talk about, give me a call." She tells me, then walks out of the bathroom, leaving me alone. I glance down at the business card in my hand, with her phone number and name on it.

I smile as I put out my cigarette and slide the card in my pocket, then I go out into the hall.


I decided to skip lunch and classes for the rest of the day, chilling at Dunkin Donuts for a couple hours, ignoring the employees that keep giving me dirty looks. I'm back at school in time for detention though.

The teacher in charge of it today furrows his eyebrows when I walk in, probably curious at to why I'm here after skipping, but let's it go, turning his attention back to his phone.

There's only one other kid in the room, a sophomore football player, writing what looks like notes or something.

I take a seat in one of the middle rows, crossing my arms and propping my feet on the desk. I rest my eyes for a while, but open them when someone taps my shoulder.

Mikayla is sitting on my desk. What is with people just coming up and sitting on the desk I'm at? Have they ever heard of personal space?

I glare at the girl with blonde highlights in her straight, shoulder length light brown hair. Her tan complexion and hazel eyes make her stunning. It was the only reason I approached her junior year. Her looks and attitude towards everyone else made her irresistible to me, and I'd do anything to get into her pants. And after I got bored with her, I dumped her, making her hate me but also be a little scared of me at the same time. No one had ever broken up with her before, but I didn't really see the big deal about it. So she just ignored me whenever she saw me, and here we are know.

"Why'd you agree to tutor me?" I demand, getting straight to the point.

That evil little grin of hers comes out. "I didn't agree to it." She states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"What do you mean?" I ask, seriously confused.

"I didn't agree to it, because I'm the one who proposed the idea in the first place. There was no way you were going to graduate, so me being the good student that I am, I tell the principal that I noticed you were having trouble, and that I'd love nothing more than to help you out."

My jaw drops, as I study her for some kind of hint that shes just joking. When I find none, I ask, "And why the hell would you do that?"

She makes this cute, and also highly annoying little pout before answering. "Because I don't like how we left things. I want to give you another chance. I miss you, Blake." She seems so damn genuine as she says that, but it's hard to believe she's that damn stupid to actually believe what she's saying.

"Okay, let me get a few things straight. I broke up with you because I got bored of you. I don't want you, or 'another chance' because I don't like you." I try my best to calmly explain without losing my shit. I mean, she has the audacity to give me another chance when I broke up with her. Wtf??

"But you used to like me. And I think if we gave it another chance, we could make it work." She insists.

Mkay, now I'm getting frustrated by this bitch. "I never fucking liked you in the first place. I literally only dated you because I wanted to fuck you. And besides, I'm dating Layla, I'd never be with you."

Her sweet and desperate facade is now just a desperate one. "How dare you say that to me? I am not letting you win. You're gonna fall for me, and you'll have to deal with it." She announces, stalking away. She stops at the doorway, turning back to look at me. "And we're meeting Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after school starting tomorrow. You better show, Hornwood."

"Ooh, so intimidating," I roll my eyes at the now empty doorway. I sigh, relieved that she's gone, but oh so frustrated with the situation.

I mean, who does she think she is, to just waltz in here, expecting me to fall at her feet and beg for her love like a little bitch.

Doesn't she remember that day? When we were at her house, in her room. We were kissing, and she was begging to do more, but I just wasn't feeling it. I usually got turned on by her needy attitude and stunning looks, but I wasn't then. I knew why, and it was because I was getting bored.

Any time I got bored, or I wasn't into the person as much anymore, I broke it off.

And that's exactly what I did. I firmly, yet gently, pushed her off, and looked into her confused eyes, mine without emotion.


Mikayla looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows, after I pulled away from her kiss. I was on my back and she was straddling my hips because she had pushed me down on her bed.

I stared up at her with a blank face. "What's wrong?" She asked tentatively. I always found it interesting how she was desperate and clingy when we were alone, but to the rest of the world, she was a cold, confident arrogant asshole. But that is one of the only reasons I was attracted to her in the first place.

Maybe that's why I don't like her anymore. Because it was that cocky attitude that I admired. I assumed she would play hard to get when I first went after her, but she melted as soon as I showed interest.

And now that I didn't feel any attraction towards her, there's no reason to continue this... whatever this game was.

"I've got to go." I tell her shortly, pushing on her to get her to move off of me, but she won't budge.

Her features now hold a bit of anxiousness.

"What? Why? I thought you were staying the night." She says, her hands still holding my shoulders in place. You might not know it at first, but she's a strong little shit, and I silently curse her for it, having wanted to leave without giving her what would most likely become a heated explanation.

"No, I'm not. And I won't be again," I state. Even though I know it's too vague, and she'll be asking more questions, I don't feel like saying more. I finally manage to get out from under her, grabbing my shirt which she had hastily taken off while we were making out, putting it on.

"What do you mean? Don't you want to spend time with me? You always stay over." She's now slightly more frantic, grabbing my wrist as I move to open her bedroom door.

I sigh, putting both of my hands on her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. I decide to not beat around the bush to avoid making this last longer than it needs to. "I'm not going to lie to you. The fact is, I don't want to spend time with you. I don't like you anymore. And now I'm leaving."

Her eyes suddenly well up with tears, though none fall yet. "B-but, you... you like me. I like you. I don't want you to... why would you leave?" She stutters, starting to tremble. She tightens her hold on my arm, refusing to understand that I'm going to leave, no matter what.

"Mikayla," I sigh, already exhausted. I was really looking forward to getting some action tonight because I had an unfortunate encounter with Caven yesterday that I wanted to get out of my head for a while. And me losing feelings fucked that up, putting me in an even worse mood. "It's over. And once again, I'm leaving."

"Wait, Blake, please don't leave now. I-I'll do anything. I'll fuck you, just how you like it, or I'll even leave you alone if that's what you want, just please... don't go." She pleads, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek.

I feel a guilty pang, but not necessarily for her. For the fact that seeing her like this, vulnerable and desperate, is satisfying. That I enjoy knowing she's so broken over me not liking her. I grimace at the horrible thought, but it stays in my head nonetheless.

"I'm not staying. I would say I'm sorry, but... I'm not. So bye." I send her a final sadistic smirk, before opening her door and then closing it after me.

As I walk away, I can hear her ragged sobs until I'm down the steps and out of the house.

Once I'm on the sidewalk, I sigh in relief, taking a last look up to her window, then I walk towards my Jeep and drive away.

(End of flashback)

Then the next day in school she was back to being the cold bitch that everyone knew, sending me dirty looks in all of our shared classes, ignoring me any other times.

And after a few... okay maybe more than a few... flings, I met Layla, fell in love, somewhat dropped my playboy ways, and you know the rest.

So yeah, that's why for the life of me, I don't get why she would think that she needed to give me another chance, or why the hell I'd take that chance.

Ugh, I groan, rubbing a hand down my face in annoyance.

And let me tell you, when the teacher dismissed us from detention, I almost jumped up in joy.

I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the class. All I really want to do right now is take a long nap cuddled up with Layla and stuff my face full of junk food and alcohol, but I have to get to the gym. Or more importantly, I want to go to Emory.

The fact that it's true is a little annoying, but I've come to terms with it. Remembering my old ways made me miss it a little bit. After all, I am playboy Blake. Believe it or not, some people actually call me that. And it's not like I'm going to do anything, I'll just have a little... fun.

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