Look at the way he's stacking up the wood, like he's some type of macho man. Obviously trying to impress me. He's completely clueless that he's overrated in my mind. And his jeans are way too tight. You know, he's not as hot as he thinks he is with sweat dripping down his forehead. And his neck. And his chest. And- Stop it.

... News flash, Owen. We're history.


2. Two

It was our sophomore year when we dated. Everyone knew we were together because he asked me out on the first day of school at lunch. In front of everybody. 

He also broke up with me at lunch. In the same spot. In front of everybody. 


Owen and Presley: The 'It' Couple. We had the kind of relationship that single girls envied. Hell, taken girls were jealous too.  I wore his baseball jersey on Fridays and went to all of his games. He even got me a white gold necklace for my birthday. Now that chain is somewhere tangled up in a box. We were pretty serious, I guess. 

Who are you kidding? You were in love with him.

But our break up was complicated. Lets just say that he wanted something, but he didn't get it. And that was only part of the problem.


That damn chuckle. 

"I don't need your help, Owen."

"Hazel says otherwise."

"Just leave. I just want some peace and quiet."

"Hey, I can be quiet." he smiles, pretending the zip his mouth closed. 

"Yeah, right."

"Watch me." 


It takes us two whole hours to finish the bridge, and now we're doing last minute touches. Owen actually managed to keep his mouth shut the whole time. It's like he wasn't even there. 

I coat the last inch of wood with white paint, and look up to see him staring at me. "What?" I ask while I wipe my brush. 

"Nothing." he stands to his feet. "Aren't you gonna say thank you?" 


"For staying quiet? And helping you paint the bridge." he crosses his arms and steps back to admire our work. "You see, Pres. It's not so hard to ask for assistance."

"I didn't ask you." 

"Well you should still thank me. I missed baseball practice for this."

"You didn't have to skip your practice for me. Nobody forced you to help. I would've been fine without you." 

"Why is it so hard to say two words?" His voice becomes louder, and I clear my throat thinking that it will cut some of the tension between us. 

"If I say thank you will you leave me alone?"


"Fine, thank you."

"You didn't mean it." 

"Good God, Owen! Just go home!" His eyes turn dark, way deeper blue than usual. And I'm not gonna lie, it scared me to pieces. I blink for a second, and then all of a sudden I see his legs starting to walk toward me. Then his big hands find my hips and his face is colliding with mine. Not expected. Our noses hit each other, and it hurts but we don't pull away. I just let him kiss me. I feel uncomfortable, and I'm sure my body shows it. I don't know what I'm feeling inside, I just kinda want it to be over. That can't be a good sign. He pulls away just a quick moment later, with an angry expression still on his face. And a sickly animal-like noise slips from my mouth because of how shocked I am. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Pres." 

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