Page 15 of Toxic Wishes

I glare at him as I tug the curly strand behind my ear.

. “I mean that in a good way; I love your curls. Rock ‘n’roll, baby. No one has hair like you and if I see another chick with blonde straight hair at this school, my dick will scream.”

“Wow, that's serious,” I say through a light laugh.

“Stop stalling, who is it?” He asks again.

I huff out a sigh. And tell him the first guy I did have a crush on before I met Blake. “Toby McCoy.”

He pierces his lips together, and at the same time, he furrows his eyebrows.

“What? Do you know him?” I ask, leaning closer to him, letting our knees touch, and the heat warms my body, making me forget the topic.

“Everyone knows he’s a huge douchebag. Geeze, Abs, you’re too good for him. Why would you like a dick-wad like that?

His words come at me like daggers, piercing, cold and hurtful.

“Like I said, it’s not like he even knows I exist anyways, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Stop cutting yourself short.” He looks me up and down. “You’re worth at least one date before expecting any action.”

“You jerk,” I swat his shoulder. “Why, Blake Killian, who do you have eyes for?”

He looked past me, deep in thought, squinting his eyes, and I wasn’t sure if it was because the sun was glaring at them or because of the question I had asked him.

“You better get to class, Abs. And you better at least eat your sandwich so the teachers don’t call your mom and drag you back in that mental fuck-show with the nurses and psychologists questioning and checking up on you every five minutes.”

I look down at my lunch. “Ya, I know.”

He leans in the bag, pulls out my apple, and switches it with a cookie from he pulls from inside his jacket pocket.

“This is worth the calories.” He winks as he gets up from the bench. He starts to walk off, and I force myself to bite the peanut butter cookie.

“Yo Abs.” He says as he turns his torso around enough to face me.

“Ya?”

“It’s probably best you didn’t get too close to me. I am selfish and demanding, remember. So being friends with me will only leave you empty. Especially since you’re more my type.”

He turned off to walk off, and this time, I was heartbroken and utterly confused by his words that came out of the left field. What the fuck? What just happened? Why was he back to being cold and distant again? I look back down at my cookie and decide to throw it away. Fuck those teachers, and fuck Blake Killian.

5

Blake

“If you’ve lost your faith in love and music, then the end won’t be long.”-Pete Doherty

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Anyone but freaking Toby McCoy. Even Mark Evans. But of course, it had to be Toby McCoy, the one guy whose mission is to make my life hell because he hates my dad and wants his mom to break up with him, which I can’t blame him there. My dad has been living off his mom, since the NFL didn’t teach him about finances or how to manage his money correctly. Not only is Toby a spoiled asshole that thinks he’s entitled to every woman out there, but ever since he caught me looking at Abigail’s pictures on Facebook, he’s made it his mission to get into her pants.

“Hot shit, man. Isn’t that the nerdy chic at our school? Never realized how pretty her mouth is. I bet you a hundred bucks. I can get my dick in it before the end of the year. Nerdy chics suck the best dick. It’s like they read about it beforehand.”

His words burned through my ears. I said nothing, of course. I pushed my phone's side button to lock my screen and walked away. There was nothing to say since Toby was the quarterback of our football team, and even though he was sixteen, he was built like a twenty-one-year-old man. Toby’s dad worked as a sports newscaster and shared a decade-long beef with mine. And now that Toby’s dad knows my dad is dating his ex-wife, he’s been digging up shit from the past, saying my dad used to take steroids and all this crap and feeding it to his son, which was a bunch of crap because I don’t think he would go down in history as one of the fastest football players and get away with that lie for this long. I know my dad didn’t do drugs. He was blessed with good genes and it’s where Colt got them. I got my mom's slim build and genetic curse for her love of music and drugs and all things that made her feel artistic and creative.

This whole war on the sports channel started a couple weeks ago, and my dad despises Toby’s dad because he’s partly to blame for ruining my dad’s Football career. And my dad getting with Toby’s mom was icing on the cake and my dad’s way of revenge. So Toby is trying to sleep with Abigail for the same reason: to get back at me and stuff it in my face. I just knew it. But I knew where to pick my battles. Abigail wasn’t like these girls that would sneak into my room and let me rub them off to make them cum in exchange for sucking my cock. She was bright and hot in a reserved way. Neither Toby nor I can have a chick like that. If anything, Toby ruining her for me would save me this absurd hope she pumped into me each time she texted me a song she was listening to or the lyrics of a song she just created. Or worse, telling me to make a wish when it turned 11:11 every day. She was toxic to my soul, but in a way that could be considered my antidote.

The minute I stumbled back into class, high as hell, I reminded myself I didn’t care about Abigail. She’s just a voice—a means to an end to help my musical journey of becoming a famous musician. Even though I’ve been absent-minded for the remainder of the day, going from class to class, I made sure to be the first in our English class so I’d avoid bumping into her in the hallways. I even thought about skipping out on English, since we both had that class together, but I knew from talking to Principal Connley that if I had one more absence, I’d be in detention for life. So it wasn’t worth it. Abigail wasn’t worth it. If she wanted to fuck a guy like Toby, then she was no different than all these other sluts swooning over him and a big fat waste of time.

Ya, right, keep telling yourself that, Blake. Edmond was bright, sunny, and cheery, full of rich snobs floating around in tiny bubbles down the sidewalks of the suburbs. Edmond was a step down from Stepford's wife. Full of fake ass people pretending like they are perfect in their beautiful homes, with their two kids and biological parents living under the same roof. The complete opposite of Abigail.

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