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CHAPTER 66: broke my heart like it was easy

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Ever since I made it back onto the cheer squad, I've been so busy with practice and other things as well. I still wasn't used to it, often pinching myself at the new reality of things. As much as I was upset about my breakup, I'm doing well so far and sometimes, it was just nice to step back from situations and carry on with life.

Owen was still in my head a lot and I thought about how he was doing, but I assumed he was better off without me. After what he said, I really couldn't stick around to stress him out even more. Sometimes, there's that awkward moment when I see him coming out of his house in those trousers and that leather jacket of his. We don't look at each other, but we know we've seen one another.

I had lined up outside one of the science labs that afternoon with my notes in my arms. At lunch, I got changed into my cheer uniform due to practice after school. Coco was next to me, leaned up against the wall and frantically checking her revision flashcards. I stared in amusement as Michael walked up to us calmly with a smile and as my gaze flickered to Coco, I could see her eyes glimmer in excitement.

"Well, look what we have here," he chimed in, joining us in the line as we waited to be told to go in. Usually, we weren't allowed in the labs by ourselves due to chemicals in the room so we always waited for our teacher. Either way, the classroom is locked shut after every lesson so getting in was impossible because only the top windows in the room opened and no one could reach them anyway, "ready for the test?"

"No!" Coco exclaimed, turning a flashcard over in her hand and groaning in frustration. Her frustration was getting worst when she continued her late studying. I looked around at the other students and the realisation soon kicked in that Owen was no where to be found. He never skipped an exam so this was certainly weird, but I understood why he would skip. After all, he's sat next to me and that would be awkward.

"Might need to hurry that up. Sir's coming now," Michael said, his voice low as he turned behind him. I followed his gaze and saw our teacher in the distance, talking to one of the teachers until they end up leaving to go up the stairs. That was when the doors behind me opened to see Owen come in with his brother. He held a folder under his arm as his brother went to his own lesson.

I couldn't help but feel my heartbeat quicken at the sight of him, this time wearing his full uniform including the blazer. He didn't look like a gang leader and instead seemed like a regular student at the school with a normal and boring life.

My mind would go back to the times I see him in the mornings whether he came to my house to pick me up or he waited for me at school. I would remember when a smile lit up on my face when I saw him, my stomach fluttering like some fool. He would mirror that smile, reaching out to have me in his arms. I was so used to it, my arms usually came out to hug him back because he was always there, but then I remember we aren't even dating anymore.

My arms tightened around my books as I forced myself to not open my arms for him. He lined up with a few of the gang members that I wasn't familiar with and I averted my gaze before he would notice. No, I can't think like that. We're not together anymore and he doesn't want anything to do with me. I avoid any sort of interaction with him because even he broke my heart and I can't be around him as casually as before.

The teacher unlocked the classroom and we walked in, heading over to our desks and placing our stuff down and opening our notes up to get some extra studying in. I sat as far away from him as possible which was all the way on the edge of the desk. It wouldn't matter anyway before we'd have to be sat across each other in the exam—shit, that means I have to cope with looking at that face of his. The same face I adored with the same icy blue eyes and those kissable lips—what? No, no, no, stop it.

Damn, you horndog, my conscience said to me.

I read through my notes, flipping the page and trying to focus on the words and what they said, which was rather difficult considering my ex was sat right next to me. Using my finger, I pushed my glasses up on my face and the classroom settled into an array of quiet whispers.

"Shit." I heard Owen mumble next to me. My eyes slightly moved to the side to see him out of the corner of my eyes. He was patting his pockets down and looking for a pen before rolling his eyes. I swear this guy is prepared for any exam but isn't prepared with the right equipment, "u-uh, Brielle."

My gaze skidded back towards my book before I sighed mentally and turned to face him, a small smile on my face. I should be friendly with him because I didn't want to seem bitter and I wasn't that kind of person anyway.

"Yeah? Do you need anything?" I asked politely, but it felt like I was talking like a robot. That's was awkwardness does to you, I suppose. Owen nodded, checking his pockets one more time before his eyes settled on mine.

My breathing hitched in my throat as I stared back at those sea blue eyes of his, emotion swirling through them as my heart fluttered. No matter how many times I look at him, his eyes always made me swoon. They were gorgeous.

"Can I borrow a pen? I think my brother took mine," he said simply as I nodded, reaching into my blazer and giving him a black pen. Our fingers brushed against each other briefly and as I pulled back, I felt myself shiver at his touch, "thank you."

"No prob," I spoke, turning back to my notes and checking through them to make sure I understood everything for the exam. I looked up for a few seconds and saw everyone in hushed conversations or studying. Michael and Coco were in their own mini world and acted as if there wasn't anyone there. The two sat quite close to each other whereas me and Owen were sat on complete sides to each other.

"B, can we talk about what happened?" my gaze flickered over to him before slightly rolling my eyes, "I know I hurt you, but I didn't mean to. I was just in a mood and everything was getting to me—you know how stressed I've been."

I nodded a few times, tapping my pen upon the surface of the table before whipping my head to him with a slight glare. If he was so annoyed and so stressed out, he could've talked to me about it. We could've figured something out, but we couldn't because he was too busy making the situation about himself. He forgot how I would feel and he broke my heart on the spot with that girl on his arm.

"Just because you were stressed doesn't mean you should've dumped me there and then. Do you not realise how much I was so worried about you? You hadn't spoken to me in a week—I was scared I did something wrong," I whispered to him before turning back to my notes, "do you realise how much you hurt me? I was going through shit and you knew that yet...that didn't stop you. If I were you, I'd stop trying to win me over because it's not going to work. Now stop distracting me. I'm working."

I must've surprised him as well as myself when I returned back to my work. We soon got the desks set up and settled in our correct places. Owen sat across me, but I refused to look him in the eye. Every emotion he let me feel when he dumped me was coursing through my veins, my hands shaking, but I knew I had to focus on doing well in this exam. I studied so hard for it and I can't let myself down because of my own issues.

The teacher walked round handing us our papers faced down before heading back to his desk and setting the timer. He settled back on his chair and spoke up.

"Alright, students. No talking through the exam otherwise you'll be sent out, okay? You may begin." I flipped my test over and wrote my name upon the paper before flipping the test open and answering the multi-choice questions with ease. When I reached the written questions, I stared thoughtfully at the question before the answer pings in my head.

The topic we were studying was easy anyway. I hadn't struggled when we did the lessons and this was definitely something I actually enjoyed doing. The practicals were easy to understand and do, which definitely helped in the questions with greater marks.

When my eyes went up to Owen, he was writing down quickly, stopping to recheck the question before continuing his writing. Owen was smart and good at everything. If he was given a new topic to study about, he'd understand it the second he laid eyes on the work. I guess being a gang leader means you have to be a quick thinker and cunning, which he definitely was.

As I got back to my test, I continued in my own little world, completing the test within half an hour with fifteen minutes to spare. I quickly flicked through each question to make sure I answered every single page. All my answers seemed reasonable enough, but a few towards the end confused me slightly. I know I won't get all the marks for the last question.

I sat back in my chair, people still writing frantically around me, including Owen. His hand moved quickly, writing each word cursively before finishing with a final dot at the end. He placed the pen down and sighed, stretching in his chair before looking over his test once more.

I then focused my attention outside the classroom. There were huge windows there, but they didn't open. The ones at the top did in case it got too hot in the room and even the occasional fly or wasp would enter the room, causing just about everyone to scamper off their chairs and dart away from the insect.

Outside, the school field was closed due to the frost from this morning which made the grass too slippery to be on. Since then, it had warmed up and the sun shone through the windows and upon me. I didn't care too much because at least it was warm, but when I got outside, it would be slightly colder even with the sun out. I clasped my hands together and watched the cars drive by outside the school property.

The exam soon ended and after the teacher spoke to us for the remainder of the lesson, I had a free period. I got up from my seat and collected my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and picking up my exam paper. I felt a tap upon my shoulder and turned to see Owen with my pen in his hand. He held out his hand to hand it back to me and giving him a small smile, I collected it from him.

"I've got a free period. Do you want me to take you to the bleachers?" he asked nicely and as mad as I was at him, I couldn't say no. Well, I could, but I was heading there anyway. It would look weird if I said 'no' and appeared there the same time as him. Plus, I'm not going to let our break up affect how we act near each other. It's better to be nice than to be a toxic ex.

"Sure," I spoke as we both walked out of the classroom. It was slightly awkward and I could tell he wanted to talk to me, but out of consideration for me, kept his mouth shut. We walked through the corridors in a peaceful silence until he paused behind me. I turned to look at him strangely, "what's wrong?"

"Seriously? You're asking that?" he spoke, hands upon his hip as he stared down at me, "you damn well know what's wrong. Everything is wrong. You're stood three feet away from me and not saying a word to my face—"

"Do you think this is easy?" I snapped, my brows furrowing together as he stood there, his mouth formed into a grim line, "do you think it's easy for me to act as if nothing happened? I'm not the kind of person to make a big deal out of things. You ended things. Fine. 'We're over'—that's what you said. Okay. I gave you the chance to get yourself out of the relationship if you wished because I would want you to be happy and if that's not with me, then that's fine. I'm tolerating you because of our friends and I don't want to tear our groups apart because we work well with each other."

He stared at me, jaw slack as I continued my ranting. All of my friends. They'd be upset if I split up our groups. I mean, we've grown to get on with Owen's lot and just because my relationship was over didn't mean their friendships with each other was over. His relentless trying didn't help though.

"You're delusional, Owen. Your place is with your gang and away from me before I screw up again. You'll win this war, I know you will, but not if you keep coming after me. Like you said, I'm just a distraction to you and I'm sure there are more important priorities than others. I don't mind being civil, but you need to stop with the relentless apologies because it wasn't your fault." I turned on my heel and started my way to the double doors that led to the bleachers when I felt someone pull me back by the arm. I gasped lightly as my back hit the lockers behind me hard. My eyes trailed down Owen as his breath fanned hotly upon my neck, making the hairs on my neck stand up.

"Fucking hell, woman. Give me a break." his voice came out more strained as his arms stopped me from escaping from either side. I gulped in response, my cheeks heating up before my brows furrowed together at the situation I was put in.

"We are on a break, you fool," I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. Owen's head was bent down, but I could see the smirk on his face when he chuckled lightly, "what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to say shit to you," he answered simply, "but you don't seem to want to listen to me. Look, I was a dick to you and I'm ashamed to admit I've stooped low enough to be in the same category as Darren, but that's not the point. Anyway, at least let me apologise to you for hurting you because I never meant to."

"Do you really think an apology is all it will take for me to forgive you? Don't get me wrong, I'd easily say 'it's okay' just for the sake of not holding a grudge, but you broke my heart, Owen Bowers. You hurt me when you promised you would never dare to do so and when I thought I had to protect myself from Liam and everyone else, I realised I had to protect myself from you as well."

"Are you still pissed? Or upset? Because if you are, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to make you feel this way, you know that, right?" he spoke, his voice low so only I could hear, "I never stopped loving you even through the stress. You were through my mind every fucking second of every day."

"D-Did you really still love me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Shivers ran up my spine as I felt him nod against my neck. He was incredibly close to me right now, the heat from his body radiating to me in a wave of warmth, "you do realise you're not the only person who's said that."

"I know, that dickhead did, but I actually mean it in a way where I want you back. Fuck, I sound desperate, but do you realise what I did was a mistake?" I nodded as he pulled back. My head hit the locker behind me lightly and I stared up at him with a sad frown upon my face.

Everything was still fresh from then. After all, it had only been a month since we broke up. On some nights, I looked back through the memories and saw them flash through my mind. I shed the occasional tears when I reminded myself of his arms around me, him kissing my head or his tantalising touches.

There was no way in hell I'd say I was over him. It was more like the opposite and if I said I didn't love him, I'd be lying. He was also always on my mind, but I learnt over time that people don't stay forever and when Jordan left, I had to get over it. I thought that after Owen broke up with me that it'd be easy because I've been through it before, but it didn't get any easier.

He stared down at me as I bit my bottom lip, his gaze flickering to the movement. His brows furrowed together slightly before he shifted his eyes to the side.

"You know, If you're still pissed at me, just slap me. I don't care. Just hit me with the hardest slap you'll ever give." my eyes widened at that and as I cocked my head to one side, he simply sighed, "I deserve it, trust me. You're not the only person I treated like shit. My brother, my aunt, Coco—just hit me."

"N-No," I said, looking at him weirdly before he groaned in annoyance, "I'm not going to slap you—I mean, you deserve shit, but I'm not angry enough to hit you. Anyway, you think slapping you will make out issues go away? Are you insane?"

"I mean it, Brielle. Look back at how I dumped you. See how I looked at you back then. I fucked up your life and your heart. You deserve better and the way I took Ivy's side over your's was unfair. Imagine Ivy possessively at my arm, keeping me close to her—" his taunting had caused sudden anger to course through my body and at the mention of Ivy even an inch around Owen, my hands clenched before loosening.

My hand reached up and landed on his cheek hard. His head jerked to the left when I did so and sound of the slap echoed through the empty corridors. I gasped before clasping my right hand close to my chest. Man, that felt good, I thought, God, I'm sadistic in some ways. His hair was slightly dishevelled and a red mark was appearing on his cheek.

I paused, slightly shocked at my actions as my jaw hung loose. Oh lord, I wasn't expecting that. I got riled up pretty quick and wanted him to shut up about that bitch. Wait, maybe I can do something to get out of this trap he called his arms. An idea popped into my head and a small smirk appeared on my face.

Reaching up, I gave him something that implies a slight sense of forgiveness. I placed a soft delicate kiss on his cheek where I slapped him. His eyes widened at that and his hand reached up to touch where I had previously laid my lips, which was my chance to get away. Since he was so distracted, I walked through the gap and out to the double doors that lead to the bleachers.


My own hand stung slightly from the impact and my palm was now slightly red. I quickly walked up the steps to see Kelly already there waiting for me. Her eyes slid down to mine and she waved in response.

"Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" she asked, her hand settling over my arm as she guided me to some seats and sat me down. Was the shock really obvious on my face? Now that I think about it, that punch hurt like a bitch.

I told Kelly everything and in the end, she was in a laughing fit. Now, it was funny, but also slightly scary because if that's how easy I snap at the mention of Ivy, I'd hate for her to be in the same room as me for more than three seconds.

Owen has already made his way to Darren and some of their friends, completely unfazed about what happened. The effect of the slap though was still there as I noticed the occasional pointing to Owen's cheek. Oop, I thought before he shrugged them off.

To be honest, I surprised myself as well as him and he thought he did something by coping with me beating the utter shit out of him. Well, no because the world doesn't work like that. I felt bad and I shouldn't have slapped him, but hey, he shouldn't have brought Ivy up seeing I nearly ripped her up in shreds the last time I spoke to her. Ah, karma's a

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