Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (one-part sequel)

The signs were all there. How could I not have seen that I was being played? There I was, foolishly thinking that this absolutely gorgeous guy was actually into me; that he actually wanted me. Stupid. So so stupid.

I should have realized this was all a game for him. He always knew exactly what to say and exactly what to do. Too good to be true proved to be right once again.

From the first night I was there, there were signs. When we were trying to find somewhere to go Friday night after my arrival Jake made a lot of phone calls, but they were all girls. That means that he always has girls calling him and telling him to come to parties at all kinds of ungodly hours. And the playfully sarcastic way he spoke to them reminded me a lot of how he spoke to me over the phone. That should have been a red flag for me.

He also tried to kiss me on the first night, which I wasn’t having any of, but that should have let me know that he moves pretty fast and gets what he wants. Then at the pool Saturday every single girl in there called his name when we walked in and he went around and said hello to all of them.

But then I think about how I kissed him and he kissed me back. Why would he allow me to do that in front of everyone if it was just a game? Come to think of it though, he did have time to assess who was there and who wasn’t. He probably already ran through all those girls or didn’t see them as prospects. Whatever. Now I’m over-thinking.

But there were still more signs. You should have seen how many times a day his phone would consecutively go off with text messages from girl after girl after girl. The guy is definitely popular. Again every girl knew his name and seemed excited to see him when we walked into the party Saturday night. The way he effortlessly moved from girl to girl at the party should have let me know he knew his way around and was a little too comfortable with too many of them. And then the way they all flocked to his side as soon as I started dancing with someone else was a clear sign he was seriously coveted. You have to have some sort of reputation to be that wanted.

How did I not figure it out before? Or maybe I did but I was just enjoying myself too much to care. During one of our conversations he told me that his friends were telling him to ‘pass me,’ as in they wanted a turn with me, as in that is probably something that is normal for them. I’m shaking my head at myself as I write this. How could I seriously let myself even slightly fall for someone like that?

And I obviously knew that girls wanted him; or should I say, wanted him again. Who knows? But like that girl who seemed to have it out for my during the water fight; she had to have some sort of reason for hating me without even knowing me. I know it has something to do with Jake whether they messed around before or whether she wanted to but he didn’t pay her the attention he seemingly paid me. I don’t know. But what I do know is that the signs of him being too good to be true were everywhere.

When we went hiking Jake knew the path all too well to not have taken it many times before. I wonder how many girls he’s taken up there; how many he’s hugged from behind on the bridge overlooking the lake; how many he’s kissed over and over again with the beautiful scenery.

He made me feel things though; things I haven’t felt in a really long time. Things I haven’t let myself feel for fear of getting hurt again. That’s why I want to be mean. That’s why I want to be hated. So that I’m not the one getting hurt, my dear diary, just enjoying the ride.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 8)

Day 7:

Nightfall. I am already on the bus on my way back home. I wasn’t ready to leave. He was too good to me. I enjoyed my time with him way too much to want to be anywhere else but with him right now. I should have stayed. I should have bought a different ticket for a later date so I could spend more time with him.

But whatever. I guess it’s over now. Without me there the girls are free to fawn over him. If they jumped on him the moment I was away on the dance floor, I can only imagine how they will act now that he’s alone again. I don’t want to picture him with anyone else, but I can’t help it. I mean c’mon, the guy is gorgeous. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already kissing another girl tomorrow.

Whatever. I shouldn’t care anyway. It’s not like we had a title or anything. He was a little summer fling that entertained me for a week but that’s that. He’s free to do as he pleases with whomever he pleases now. Oh who am I kidding. I’d love nothing more than for him to drop all of the other girls and just be with me. But I know that can’t happen. We live too far away, he’s too gorgeous, and there are way too many girls ready and willing to give themselves to him at a moment’s notice. Perfect situation for a guy to be in I guess.

I’m being bitter. But on this bus I can’t stop smiling thinking of how much I truly enjoyed spending time with him. Jake was great company. He really took care of me and gave me his undivided attention when I was there. That has to mean something. I mean, he kissed me at the pool in front of everyone. He didn’t try to hide me like some dirty little secret while I was there so other girls wouldn’t see me. When we went out, we went out together and that was apparent to everyone. Maybe there was something there. Maybe there IS something there.

One can only hope my dear diary.

There was something in the way he kissed me, in the way he looked at me, that made me feel like I was the girl he really wanted; like I was the only one that mattered. No matter how many other girls were looking at him or dancing on him, texting him, or calling him, he seemed to only have eyes for me.

The little things that he did like holding my hand, hugging me from behind, nuzzling my neck, calling me little nicknames, making breakfast for me all made me feel wanted, important, taken care of. It was an absolutely wonderful week with him. But wait. What if it was just game? What if he just did all those things to get what he wanted because he knew I’d only be there for a week then be gone? What if it was all a lie?

I wonder how many girls he’s done this with. They just come to him. I was stupid enough to come to him. I was stupid enough to fall for him. I was stupid, my dear diary. I was stupid.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 7)

Day 7:

So today is my last day with Jake. I leave later on in the afternoon. He’s currently sleeping next to me as I’m writing this. He looks absolutely angelic. It’s still pretty early but I could not wait to write about what happened on our last full day together.

We honestly didn’t really do anything all day, but that’s what was great about it. We spent the day just lounging around solely enjoying each other’s company. We took a really long time to get out of bed in the morning because Jake refused to let me go. I didn’t picture him as the cuddling type but every night we’ve slept with our bodies intertwined. We even held hands while we slept at times. So mushy, I know; but I have to admit I liked it.

We made breakfast together as what had become the usual; apparently we make a great team. Then we just lazily laid on couch to watch some tv. After a little while though, Jake wasn’t interested in the tv. We began play fighting rolling around on the couch. Somehow we ended up tussling on the ground and I straddled him and held his arms in an effort to trap him and render him motionless but that didn’t work. Before I could even react I was already on my back with his hands pinning mine above my head. It was sexy as hell.

I admired every inch of his muscular body and his handsome, chiseled face. When our eyes met a shock flew through my body as I witnessed him watching me like he wanted to devour me. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. There was a hunger in his eyes that made me feel wanted. It was breathtaking as I literally could not breathe at the sight.

He roughly pressed his lips against mine. There was so much passion behind his kiss; so much fire. I was intoxicated in his scent and the sensation of him on me. When we were finally able to pull apart from each other he swiftly scooped me up from the couch and carried me upstairs to the bedroom.

I don’t even have to talk about what happened next, but it’s safe to say that it was different; much more intimate and true. I wish I could remember everything he said to me word for word. Me trying to reiterate would do his words absolutely no justice my dear diary.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 6)

Day 6:

I was so wrapped up in talking about that stupid water fight the other night that I didn’t even talk about what happened yesterday. Jake was absolutely adorable. He knew I needed to do something relaxing to ease my mind so he told me to sneakers on and some comfortable clothes so I obliged.

As we walked outside and I asked where we were going he refused to answer me. I just walked along with him for a while but as the minutes went by and we kept walking with seemingly no destination I asked again. Still no answer. For all I knew Jake could be planning to leave me stranded in a forest or kill me or something. But I walked along.

We arrived to this little passageway lined with beautiful plants and flowers. When we reached the end of it I saw where we were; well kind of. We were hiking. This was great. I could just soak up all the nature and breathe in the clean air. We ended up at a pretty little lake where there were a bunch of catfish and ducks and a gorgeous weeping willow hovering over.

We walked up to a bridge that I imagine would have made a perfect prom portrait. There Jake hugged me from behind and rested his head in my nook. We stood like that just staring into the water for a while. It was really sweet. He knew just how to touch me to make my body relax and tingle at the same time.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. As he looked into my eyes I could not help but admit to myself that I really do like Jake. I’ve actually been developing real feelings for him. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. But being in his arms just feels right. Ugh, look at me being all mushy. I need to stop.

But as we stood like that and we kissed sparks flew. It’s like my world turned upside down when I allowed myself to admit that I like him. I haven’t felt like this in a while. I don’t know if I want to feel like this; but let’s see what happens my dear diary.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 5)

Day 5:

So about last night. It gets me a little angry just thinking about it but then I just laugh it off. The hate is real. That’s the simplest way I can put it.

So after spending the day at the pool Jake told me to get dressed so we could go to a friends house to hang out. I obliged and put on a little white halter top with a black and white printed high-waisted mini skirt and my white wedges. I made sure my hair was perfectly straightened. On this trip, I’ve always dressed to impress. Strolling around next to arm candy like Jake, I had to make sure I always looked good.

Upon arrival at his friend’s house, Jake introduced me to everyone by just saying my name and I saw everyone’s face light up in recognition; everyone immediately knew who I was. Apparently I had been the topic of conversation before. I liked that. The fact that Jake had already told his friends about me reassured what I already knew, he was mine.

After they all finished gawking at me, one of them announced it was time for war. I was utterly confused with no idea what was going on. Then I saw them pull out an arsenal of super-soakers and water balloons. I nearly shrieked from excitement! There is nothing I enjoy more than a good water fight. I told Jake I’d be right back and then rushed to his house to change into more water war appropriate clothing. I came back with some tight jean shorts, a t-shirt crop top, and my black combat boots. They said war, and I was ready. The boys nodded in approval at my now-appropriate outfit.

When the time finally came to start the war, all the boys took their positions outside and manned their posts like men. They stood ready for battle. Moments later, the girls that we were going to go up against pulled up in multiple cars and just started bombing us with water balloons. When they parked and got out of their cars we immediately fired back chasing after them like mad men. It was an intense sight. Water balloons crashing into people’s skin and water splashing everywhere, super-soakers carelessly shot without mercy. Jake sent flirty smiles my way the whole time even in the heat of battle. This was fun.

Then things started to get more serious. The girls noticed that I was an unknown (I had not been introduced to them yet) and was the only girl on the boys’ side, so they all began to target me. Water was coming at me in different forms left and right and I was almost out of water balloons. There was one girl in particular who had it out for me since the beginning. It got to the point where she was throwing ice. I felt the pain of the hard ice hitting my bare thighs and arms leaving red marks. Really not cool.

Once I ran out of balloons and the girls were entertained shooting at the guys, I decided to sit by the porch since I was out of ammo. There, I’d be out of harm’s way. I heard balloons still crashing and water still splashing everywhere as I sat there squeezing the water out of my hair like a mop. A few minutes later that one girl that seemed to have it out for me walked by me into the house. I thought nothing of it. But when she came out she did so with a pot of steaming hot water that she proceeded to pour right on my face and walked away.

That’s it. I’d had enough!

I walked right up to her and swung at her face. I could see she was shocked because she probably didn’t expect me to do anything but she was swift in swinging back. She only grazed me though and before I could swing again I was already being pulled back by Jake while the other boys pulled her back. She got lucky. Jake walked me back home as the girl screamed insults my way. I didn’t say a word. She was not worth me wasting my breath.

I only regret not being able to…never mind. No need for me to get graphic my dear diary.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 4)

Day 4:

Jake woke me up with breakfast this morning. Very fitting after what happened last night….

I caved. I couldn’t handle sleeping next to this gorgeous man every night without wanting to jump on him. And I have to say, his stamina was impressive. I woke up thoroughly pleased with the situation and the fact that he made me breakfast let me know he enjoyed it as much as I did. But let’s not dwell on that. As much as I would love to mention all of the sexy details, I won’t. I’ll just sum it up by saying that I was used and abused in the best way possible.

Anyway… Today was fairly interesting. Jake and I took a drive to town and went food shopping together. We ran into a few girls he knew and they stared me down so hard that it just made me laugh. Jake asked me why I was laughing and I said nothing. I was going to keep my little joy to myself. Little did he know that I noticed everything. He only said hello to them while never leaving my side which made them walk away with what I assume could only be a feeling of awkwardness.

Food shopping was a lot more adorable than I expected. Jake was being a total cutie. He told me to get whatever I want and always asked my opinion on what to get. Luckily, we like a lot of the same stuff. As I pushed our shopping cart he would randomly walk up and hug me from behind and nuzzle my neck ever so slightly. I could get used to that. I made sure to grab some wine so that we could wind down at the end of the day and have a relaxing night together.

After our trip to the store Jake suggested we go lay out by the pool again. I had no objections. I put on my leopard print bikini with the bandeau top and we were out the door. The pool was great. I laid out on my stomach soaking up some rays and I could feel the stares on me again. But this time there was a more powerful stare. It was Jake’s. He was staring at me with a sort of admiration. I turned my head and smiled to myself knowing that he really was mine.

As the day went on I ended up laying on the same beach chair as Jake. He was honestly so comfortable to lay on. Our bodies just sort of fit together. As we were laying there together I pulled out my phone and started taking some selfies. His smile was adorable through the camera. He seemed so happy and so did I. As we switched poses and made cute and silly faces at the camera I could feel all eyes on us. Some girl even sarcastically said “aaaawwww” to which we paid no attention. He seemed to only have eyes for me. Perfect.

But the day was not over yet. What happened tonight is definitely something that I am going to remember. But that will be a story for another time my dear diary.

Dear Diary: A Continuous Short Story (Part 3)

Day 3:
Last night was exactly what I wanted. Jake took me to a party with all his friends. I wore a bright floral, high waisted, mini skirt with a loose lace crop top and let’s not forget the killer white heels. Even in 5 1/2 inch heels Jake was still like half a foot taller than me. Perfect. He wore a white button down with some tattered jeans and some crisp white chucks. He looked scrumptious.

Every girl looked at him when he walked in, but he was with me so they were weary to approach him at first. I told him to go off and mingle as I sat on a comfy leather couch to observe the scene. The music was blasting and there was alcohol everywhere. Bodies grinding against each other and the smell of happy sweat filled the air.

As I observed my surroundings I could see groups of girls whispering to one another while they shot looks at me. Luckily Jake came to my rescue. He offered me his hand as a reggae song came on. I happily took his hand and joined him on the dance floor. We started off with a little two step and then some slow grinding. Our bodies moved in unison as I turned my back to him and we swayed to the music. We were a sexy sight.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself until the song finished and I was stolen from him by another male. Girls jumped at the chance to flock to Jake. It was an entertaining sight to see how coveted he was. I decided to give this guy the best dance of his life. Our bodies slid up and down together following the bass of the beat. Before I knew it Jake was by my side pulling me towards him for another song. I couldn’t help but notice all the dirty looks I got from the girls at the party. For whatever reason, that made me smile.

They were all giving him attention while he was giving his attention to me. Perfect. We continued to dance the night away enjoying each other. We clearly had to be the most attractive looking pair there. I mean there were some very pretty girls there with beautiful blonde hair, but they did not dress to impress. And with Jake as my accessory there was no way anyone could look better. The kid was gorgeous with a strong jaw and natural curls to die for. And his complexion was a mix of ivory and caramel. So sexy.

I was happy to have gotten some dancing in last night and was hoping to hear Jake’s friends’ comments from him later. Upon awakening today and making some breakfast together he told me, ” you made quite an impression last night.”
I innocently asked, “whatever do you mean?”
He replied, “you had all eyes on you. Every guy in the room was eating you up with their eyes, especially with the way you dance.” He looked at me with a sly smile as he said the last part.

It’s official, Jake had cracked a smile out of me.

My visit so far is going great. I’m learning to love the stares but I have to learn how to acknowledge the girls instead of averting my eyes. I still have some work to do if I want to really be hated. Why be hated? Because I’m always too damn nice and it ends up screwing me over most of the time; so I have to learn how to be tough and disregard others to an extent. Let’s see how the rest of this trip helps my quest.

I must admit that I’m a little afraid of what might happen, but I’m actually more excited for the experience my dear diary.