Young Writers Society

It’s been two months since Nataly left me. I can’t say I loved her, but I cared for her a lot. I had the time of my life with her, and I hoped it would have lasted longer. She had to smash my hopes by leaving me, by saying how I’m too good for her. I am too good for her, and I’m strong, unlike her. I’ve kept my head up high, unlike her, and I have a future, unlike her.

I need to stop lying to myself; I’m a god damn train wreck. I’ve barely left the dorm since we broke up. Did you know that I’ve spent over three hundred dollars on Indie Rock music and ice cream over the last two months? Paramedics had to come to my room twice. Once because I choked on a spoon eating Ben & Jerry’s. Yes, a spoon. What loser chokes on a spoon? The other time was because of a mini fridge explosion, but that’s still under investigation.

“JARED!” A dark voice screams in my ear. I open my eyes to see Fitz, wearing a Batman costume. His brown eyes are within an inch of mine, and they have a serious look. “WHERE IS SHE?!” He screams as he wraps his arms around my body. Fitz manages to lift me up and carry me on his shoulder. My spine is bending to the point where it’s about to snap, arms dangling behind his back. Fitz breathes deeply, and then holds on tight. In a quick moment, he slams me face first into the floor.

I can feel my nose break as I hit the ground. My body is late to the party, as it lands a second later. I lift my head up to see a blurry image of the dorm door, only a foot away. I open my mouth to breathe, and blood rushes into it. With all my might, I reach for the doorknob, only to be pulled back by my ankles. I kick the hand holding me and push myself up.

Fitz is right behind me, breathing loudly. I take a deep breath, and spin around. He has developed a hunch, looking like a bull. I approach him, hands up in the air. Fitz starts rushing towards me, but in a quick second I land a punch to his jaw. His neck snaps to the left and he hits the ground. I lean my head backwards and gasp. Why the hell did he do that?

Before I can answer my question, a hard force hits my back. It sends me to the thin, dorm room wall. I turn around to witness Fitz holding the bean bag chair. Before I can say anything, he gets into running position. He loosens up his shoulders and goes back into position. I put my knee up to defend myself as he slams into me. It doesn’t help, as we go through the wall.

My back slams into the other wall, nearly breaking it. Fitz slowly separates from me and collapses on the floor. My knees give way as I slide down the wall. I hang my head down and grunt. I don’t know whether to question this or leave this mystery unsolved. All I know is that my back hurts like hell. I crawl out of the wall and lay down. Fitz is moaning as he flails on the ground.

I hear the door open. I slightly adjust my neck to see Mark standing in the doorway. He is wearing a Green Lantern costume, covered in grease stains from the hamburger he’s eating. Mark’s face is blank as he stares at us lying on the ground.

“Is it Halloween?” I asked him. To be honest, I don’t know what the date is. Month is, damn it, I don’t know it.

He softly shakes his head and takes a big bite into his burger.

“Did you guys plan this?”

Mark just shrugs and continues eating. I sprawl out on my back again and I exert a loud grunt. I wouldn’t mind dying like this. A dead body with two college kids wearing superhero costumes surrounding him. The body was tackled into a wall, don’t forget about that. Plot twist, the death was imagined by a narrator that sucks.

I roll over onto all fours and push myself up. I walk over to Fitz and offer my hand to pick him up, but he kicks my shin and attempts to get up.

“We’re here because you’ve been a whiny little pansy.” Mark says to me. I turn around to see him have a blank look on his face. There’s no emotion at all, but that’s how it always is. I hear feet shuffling on the ground, then Fitz steps to right side.

“We’re going to show you the world!” He exclaimed, arm wrapped around my shoulder. “Just kidding, we’re actually going to go get some subs and walk around.”

“Why not?” I replied as I moved his arm off my shoulder. Fitz leads the pack as we head down the dormitory building. Many stare at us as we casually stroll down the hallway. Fitz heads out of the door, but suddenly stops. Mark collides with him, and so do I. Fitz keeps silent, and then he points ahead.

There she is, Nataly, with Brad and his friends. You can see her blushing, acting all flirty. Brad wraps his arm around her and leans in for a kiss. She kisses willingly multiple times, and he is enjoying it. I know Brad because he’s the one who keyed my bike because I was dating her. Who the hell keys a bike?

Time stops for a moment. A part of me wants to cry, the other part wants to go and cripple him with a baseball bat. I hang my head in shame, and look back up. Fitz and Mark are staring at me, wondering what I’m about to do.

“Get the subs, I’m going to wait here.” I say to them. They stand still for a moment and leave. I sit down on the planter and watch. They keep on kissing and hugging each other, broken up with laughs of enjoyment. I realized we barely had that. All we did was hold hands and talk. What the hell did I do wrong? She seems happier now then she was back when. Was I that bad of a boyfriend?

Here is the part where Brad slaps her ass. She squeals, clinches her butt, and then laughs. I never did that to her in our relationship, actually, I did once. She screamed and threatened to leave me, so there’s a difference. I’m not sure why she had a problem with me doing it, but I know she wants him more than me. Should I bend over and take this like a man? Yes, wait, maybe, no, I’m not sure.

Maybe I need to go softer in my slaps, which could have been the problem. All I know is that I did something wrong. I don’t like changes, hence why I flip out when a main character dies on a TV show. You know how pissed I was when they killed Ned Flander’s wife? God, I nearly put my foot through the TV. Maybe I shouldn’t get off topic and be a more interesting and better narrator.

My mind blacks out for a little. I don’t know what’s going on, everything is blank. My mind returns when Fitz pushes me. He is holding a Subway sandwich to my face. I take it, and I look back over at Nataly, who is no longer there. She is probably over at Brad’s frat, spreading her legs for him. I cringe, and then I black out again.

“I hate when you snort Boggle sand and it gets clogged up in your nose” Mark says. My attention is back, and this time we are walking down the quad. I look down at my watch to find it’s 10:28 P.M. This is the first time I’ve looked at time in a while. Out of nowhere, I can feel a small pebble hit my back.

“Lowlife!” The voice screamed at me, and it was none other than Brad. I turn around to find him with his arm wrapped around Nataly, with his posse surrounding him. They all act intimidating, snickering at me. I approach Brad and keep my head up. With his chest up, he bumps me.

“I’m going to whoop your ass!” Brad screamed in my face. His mouth smells like Nataly’s, and it smelled delicious. It also smelled like cheap beer, and that was disgusting.

“You can’t. I still care about her, you don’t. I am the stronger one, you aren’t. You are fighting for a lost cause, Ponyboy. I already won!” I reply. Mark and Fitz are laughing in the background. I just realized I said Ponyboy. Nothing is too bad with film references that make no sense, eh?

“ You, me, fight in the middle of the field. Right now.” He strictly says to my face. I start heading to the field, about to fight the guy I absolutely despise. This has been one of the only times since we broke up that I feel proud.

“And expose yourself. Stop acting all big. Just take that act all off!” Brad yells. I start snickering. He said “take that act all off”, “expose yourself”. Might as well do what he said. I take off my shoes, my socks, my shirt, and finally my shorts. My whole body is exposed, well, not my whole body.

“You said take it all off! I did!”

“Why the hell are you wearing a diaper?” Brad asks. I look down to find that I am wearing a diaper, kind of bulky and weird. I am a baby who complains about everything. This is who I truly am. Do I know how this diaper got on me? No. Do I want to care? Kind of, but not right now.

I walk barefoot on the muddy grass until I reach the middle. Brad is right behind me, actually confident he can beat me. I stretch my shoulders and I turn around. Brad looks the same way Fitz did this morning, but without the costume of a Marvel, wait, DC superhero.

With his head down, Brad charges towards me. Once he is a foot away, I wrap my arm around his neck tightly. Squeezing as hard as I can, I put his arm behind my neck and bend over. Here’s a fun fact, I went to State when I was in wrestling during high school. I forgot how much I benched, like 325? Sounds about right. I put my left hand on his thigh and lift him over my head.

“SUPERPLEX!” I scream as I bring our body’s down. We both splash in the mud, covering most of my body. I roll over on his body and sit up. I start hitting him in the face multiple times. I stopped once it got boring, and that was after he stopped fighting back.

I get up and start walking over to my clothes. Everyone is applauding my beating of Brad, and it does feel very nice. Mark and Fitz hug me as I reach them, congratulating me on my victory. I look down at my clothes to see that they were bloody. I realize that the blood was from my nose bleed, and I shun it off.

Overall, I was glad to find out who I was. She wants a man who takes control, who is manly. I would consider myself pretty manly after performing a wrestling move on her boyfriend, but I don’t want her. She changes her mind too much, and I like a girl who is set on one type of guy. I’m glad that that debacle is over.

Until I hear a voice.

“Next time I see you, you’re never going to walk again! I’m warning you, Jared!”

Damn it.