Belliveau: Part II

This part two of a story I've been writing for 3 years.

“Hey babe, we’re finally sophomores!” he said, he had been with me the whole summer but just hearing his voice completed my day. He pressed his lips against my cheek and smiled. I grinned, his eyes shifted to the doorway. I didn’t get to see what he was looking at because almost immediately, I was consumed by Gavin’s chatter about his summer in Paris.

I turned back to Ben whose eyes were still fixed at the doorway; his eyes led me to a blonde girl, seated in the back of the classroom, fixing make-up. She had the typical Barbie girl looks; petite body, long blonde hair, green eyes and probably the shortest skirt in the school.

“Ben,” I said.

He didn’t reply and continued to stare. I was never really the jealous type, but his staring at another girl in front of me just made me mad. Annoyed, I grabbed my book and took a seat across the room next to Gavin.

“What’s wrong?”

I turned to the boy sitting next to me.

“Nothing,” I said.

I turned away, and glued my focus on Ben who was now sitting next to the Barbie.

I turned back to the boy, who was still staring at with his inexplicable sapphire eyes. His dark hair was a complete mess and from his expression all I got was a mischievous smile.

“I’m Jasmine,” I said cheerfully, and extended my hand.

“David, nice to finally meet a beautiful girl in this dump,” He shook my hand.

I blushed and glare at Ben who had finally noticed that I had moved across the room to sit with Gavin, Ben gave me an ambiguous look, but I looked away. Throughout the class, I was caught guilty by Mr. Carol for talking with David. I was relieved when the bell rang for lunch.

When I was placing my books in my locker, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around to face the girl Ben was ogling at.

“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” she questioned.

I pointed to the big sign that said “bathroom” on it across the way

She grinned, “Thanks, I’m Lynzie”

“Nice to meet you, I’m hungry,” I snapped agitated. I slammed my locker and headed to the lunch room.

I avoided eye contact with Ben who was calling my name and waving me over. I sat with Elise and Gavin at lunch. Elise introduced me to Chris, a new student in our class. Chris was very sociable, and we hit it off great. Chris was definitely something different, comparable to Ben.

After lunch, I found out I had a free period, so I decided to go to the music room and play the piano. Heading inside, I spotted Ben, and tried to quickly exit but he grabbed my arm and pulled me close.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked softly.

His lost puppy dog expression sent my eyes to the floor in evasion. He pulled his hands around my waist and pulled my closer,

“Talk to me,” he said, he ran his hand down my cheek.

“I’m fine,” I lied; maybe I had just made a big deal in the first place.

He tried to kiss me, but I moved away.

“So you’re fine, but I can’t kiss you?” he asked.

I look out the window and didn’t reply, was I really that jealous?

He sighed. “Please tell me something is wrong here.”

“I’m just…”I began and didn’t want to finish.

“Jealous?” he implied

“WHAT? Should I be?” I snapped

“Lynzie and I are just friends,” He tried to sell me but for the price I would never buy it.

I forced a smile and decided not to argue,

“Okay,” I said weakly

I felt like I was losing Ben, talking to him was impossible since he would constantly blame me for jealousy. So I would brush it off.

The first few weeks of school didn’t go as well as I thought it would have. Saturday crept slowly as the rays of sunlight gleamed through the translucent blinds. I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed. Ben and I were drifting and I had no idea what to do about it. There was a knock at the door and Chris walked in.

“I knew you’d be up,” he grinned at me.

I smiled and hugged him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I didn’t even have to say anything for him to know something wasn’t right about me.

“It’s nothing…” I said quietly as I released him. I turned my back to him so he wouldn’t see my tears.

“Jasmine, please talk to me babe.” He said. He draped his arms over me and rested his head on his shoulder.

A shaky breath was exhaled and tears fell upon my cheeks.

“I’m losing him,” I whispered.

Chris wasn’t sure what to say, “Let’s go for breakfast, maybe it’ll get your mind off lover boy” he grinned.

I beamed, I didn’t want to. At breakfast, I laughed even though it hurt from the weight of my heavy heart. Chris always could turn my sadness into laughter.

“Well I think that Dave kid really likes you,” he said.

I shrugged. “He’s pretty shady.” I said as I stole a sip of hot chocolate from Chris’s mug. “He asks me to go dancing with him every Saturday night & I hate rejecting him, but I don’t think it’s right,”

“I don’t see why not,” Chris responded, “Ben’s hanging out with Lynzie, so why can’t you go dancing with Dave; I don’t see the problem,”

I looked out the window to see Ben and Lynzie sitting by the river, a little too close for me. I turned back to Chris.

“You really think I should go?” I questioned.

“Absolutely,” he grinned.

My unsure expression didn’t seem to affect his answer.

I still cared enough about Ben to hear his input on Dave and I going dancing. The door was slightly ajar and I peeked in.

My heart burned with anger and pain as I watched Ben make out with Lynzie.

I opened the door and stood in the doorway, but the events didn’t change.

My anger sent a book flying to Ben’s head, knocking him to the floor.

I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. There was nothing for him to say, it was exactly what I thought. I left, Ben didn’t follow or try to stop me. Millions of emotions ran through me like a waterfall, but rage drowned me the most.

“Jasmine,”

I turned to see David.

“How bout tonight?” he asked.

“I really did think about tonight Dave, honest. But something came up.” I stated. My feet moved at a slow pace back to the girls’ dorms.

“What came up?!” he snapped.

“I just feeling sick, alright?” I wasn’t in the mood for argument.

“Well, what hurts? Because if you have a headache or something -“ He started.

“My heart does, and there’s no cure for that,” I said quietly.

I closed the door to the bridge and left him standing in the hallway.

By the time I got to my room, Ben was at the door.

“Don’t talk, just listen,” he said.

He stared at me to see what my next action would be since it wasn’t like me to listen to direction. But I listened.

“I think we need a break,” he said.

“WHAT?” I screeched.

He tried to calm me down but now I felt like killing the next person I saw.

“I-I don’t know, I think I might have feelings for Lynzie.” He said.

“Forget the break, it’s –“ he pressed his lips against mine but I quickly pushed him away.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t end it with you right now,” I demanded.

He scratched the back of his head, “I love you,” he said quietly.

I had so much anger built up it produced a laugh.

“Wrong answer,”

I opened my room door and attempted to slam it with his foot in the door multiple times.

“Wrong answer? You know I love you Jasmine!” His face had now changed, I think finally realized he could be losing me.

“YOU CHEATED ON ME!” I revealed loudly without a doubt to the whole dorm.

I slammed the door shut, and sank to the ground. I felt sick to my stomach, and a minute later I puking in the toilet. I felt my hair being held back and for a second I got a glance of Chris. Chris helped me to my feet after I had wiped my mouth. He carried me and placed me on my bed.

He knew what had happened and there was just nothing left to say