Return For Round 2 by Aurora Kryan (management books to read .TXT) 📖

Part one

It had been six months since I went to school, from juvy and then two months suspension. And in that time things went from bad to worse. Juvy had been bad but then I got into this horrible conversation with Pablo. It was heated and I was itching to go back and get revenge for what he said. As my mom drove me to school my mind reeled back to that day. My phone buzzed showing a message from my friend Kit Kat.

<fon<font;affluent;14;black;justify>Pablo’s asking if you hate him.

What for?

I thought,

ugh he’s dumb asking my friends about that when it’s obvious I do.

I told her I’d handle it and sent him a regretful text saying if he wanted to know if I hated him to ask me himself not my friends. I slapped the phone shut getting back to my solitaire game.

We hadn’t talked since my birthday, if you don’t count the fight, when I learned he was a liar. And I wanted to keep that distance going but it was only causing issues with friends so I had to settle it now and end it.

I did and every time I text you, you say I want nothing to do with you…that you hated me.

I read the last four words again making sure he said that.

Isn’t that what he was asking about? He basically said he knew I hated him. So why in the world is he asking if I hate him? Geesh.

I ignored the obvious answer to his own question thinking maybe I missed something so I texted back.

Yes I do so stop asking others.

I finished my computer game and started again already feeling agitated by him. The buzz of my phone took that up a degree.

If you hated me you didn’t have to be stupid and ignore me. You could have told me why and give me a reason…not just cause we broke up and you blamed your headaches on me.

I groaned internally.

What you don’t wana be ignored? Fine ill punch your face again how do you like that?

I stopped myself from saying that. I just wanted this over with and straightened out because he was wrong. My anger dripped into the text.

I gave you a reason! And I didn’t blame my headaches on you.

I hoped within three more text this would end before I got madder. My phone buzzed off the desk and I caught it reading his latest mistake.

Oh yes you did, you Liar! You said all the pain you have been getting is because you liked me and stuff when I don’t feel the same way. That I was the reason for all your pain.

I growled out loud this time. He just wouldn’t let it go. And I wasn’t one to either this was going to end badly but I was too annoyed to stop.

You didn’t get what I meant stupid. My headaches, like I said a million times, are allergies or idk. My fucking depression was you!

I squeezed the phone before I shut it only to get a fast reply from him.

No Lux…you hate me because I don’t want you the same way you want me…your depression was self induced and the cause of it all, one was me I admit, but I wasn’t the one going crazy you are.

“OOOO” I grumbled.

He was twisting my past words turning this on me. I never was mad at him for anything, ever. I was only hurt because he played with my heart and ripped it apart for years. I would give him the I’m-the-one-going-crazy, only because he was pissing me off.

Duh stupid, but you fucking lied to me! You started my insanity. I lost it which was stupid, but you pushed me over the edge.

I looked at the computer putting on some Avril Lavigne to sooth me, I looked down at my vibrating hand and flicked open my cell.

I’m sorry you got the impression that I was leading you on but in reality, I’m the one who did nothing wrong. You pushed yourself over the edge and started cutting yourself and acting like a psycho emo chick when things didn’t go your way.

I flinched back and my mouth dropped open, was he serious? I wasn’t proud of my “emo” days but that was a low blow. I never thought he’d use it. I had many I could dish out at him but I was being the nice one in this argument, well the nicer one. I glared speed texting an angry reply to him.

Haha oh Pablo, that isn’t what happened and you know it! You call saying you still loved me not leading me on?

I let the phone drop to the table glaring at it, daring him to deny that. For the longest time I kept wanting him because he said he still loved me.

Turned emo when things didn’t go my way huh? I was over you till you said you still loved me jackass.

The phone buzzed before I finished my thought. My eyes scanned the message truing to slits at the first word.

Nope, I do admit I’m a flirt and we dated…but that’s it. I was your first real boyfriend I got that but you don’t know how to handle break ups.

I flew out of my seat standing up balling my hands into fists as I shook with the urge to punch him. I felt like I would cry from being such a fool for ever loving that ass. But my anger wouldn’t even allow my eyes to moisten. I snatched up the phone texting him the truth from my heart.

I’m sorry we ever dated, sorry I ever loved you, sorry I ever cared for you, sorry I was so stupid. You’re a fucking lying asswhole. I dealt with it; I just couldn’t handle your bullshit after!

I threw the phone into my rocking chair so it wouldn’t break, but I needed to do something destructive. I was mad now. It took a bit and I had started spinning on the swivel chair when his jerk answer finally came.

I’m not to be honest. When we dated, it was nice while it lasted and although I don’t see us dating again, I hope we can still be friends.

I dismissed everything as bullshit but the friend’s part I laughed at and smiled evilly.

He is so stupid after everything he wants to be friend? I think not.

Yes you are. No never again and friends? Uh hell no you have a death wish.

The response was faster than I thought he could type.

Yeah! I have the death wish. I tried for us to be friends but if you don’t wana then fine…try to steer clear of me.

I blinked. Was he really telling me to stay away from him like it was my fault?

He had this backwards man.

I didn’t reign in my anger this time and I unleashed the full brunt of the blood thirsty bitch in me onto him.

Ha! You stay away from me, if you don’t and piss me off I won’t hold back, fair warning, now leave me alone!

I shut the phone letting it fall where ever. I didn’t expect him to answer. My face looked just as pissed off as I felt when I looked at the black computer screen.

He was such a jerk, I never knew he was that bad.

Another text came in and I wondered if Kit Kat was talking again. She had sent messages during my feud with Pablo but I always sent quick three words answers to her. To my annoyance when I opened the phone it was him again.

Screw you. You psychotic mental asswhole…you were right I don’t wana be your friend. You’re not worth it anymore.

I shook this time infuriated by him as my hand death gripped whatever was in my other one. “I’m not worth it anymore? Ha! You ass you’re the one who don’t seem worth it.” I mumbled to myself. I pounded in a slow answer so I didn’t kill my phone by accident.

Keep calling me mental and your dead.

I threw the phone in the chair again and started a mad pacing back and forth. Daring him, actually daring him to think I wouldn’t hurt him and daring him to even say it again. My eyes shot to the phone lodged in-between two cushions of the rocking chair as it buzzed helplessly. I had two messages from him. The first one angered me.

I never once called you psycho.

Idiot I didn’t even say psycho and you did to! Twice even!

I looked at the second message fuming.

Well I did but not mental.

“OMG you just called me it two messages ago!” I shouted.

Scrolling back I found the exact words ‘psychotic mental asswhole’ and I growled sending my last message before I said goodbye to him forever.

See you lied! You called me it more than once! Fuck you I’m done!

I slammed my cell shut walked into my bed room and threw it on the bed. Punching my wall on the way out, I happen to glance down and see instant bruising.


Part two

Classes seemed to fly by me as I slipped back into the motions easily. Lunch was where time finally seemed to slow to a normal pace. I headed to Skylar’s locker so we could save a table for our friends. I crushed the book in my hands to my chest when I saw that familiar tall pale brown haired figure was coming down the hall in my direction.

I prayed he would turn at the split off he was coming to but he didn’t to my dismay. I forced myself to release my grip to so I didn’t bend my book. The hallway was almost deserted aside from three people, me, Skylar at her locker, and the coming disaster in shoes.

I made the unnecessary hug to the lockers so I was as far away from him as possible and I glared. You-wouldn’t -dare, is what I was saying with my eyes. He was crossing the hallway to me acting like he didn’t see me.

“Watch where you’re going psychotic emo.” He said hatefully.

My books that I loosened my grip on fell from my hands as my shoulder jerked back from impact. I looked up to his hazel eyes shooting daggers at me. He ran me down just to piss me off after I warned him not to.

From the corner of my eye I saw Skylar standing there with a shocked expression and something orange in her hands. I smiled turned from Pablo to face Skylar.

“Can I borrow your history book Pixie?” I said sweetly.

She looked scared but handed it over anyway. I gladly took the largest book of any class, the world history book. I held it to my chest as I smiled sweetly at Pablo but my eyes still gave a death glare. I positioned my feet so I was balanced and ready.