The Best Three Days Of My Life

Jake is just your average 15 year old. He isn't very well liked and people just make him sick. But, when new girl Clarisse shows him some kindness, will he change? Or is heartbreak going to swing another blow to his pride?


11. Just Leave

The fifth of November had always been a bit of a weird day, in Jake’s opinion. It wasn’t exactly a holiday, certainly wasn’t religious. It was celebrating some guy’s failure. He just didn’t see the appeal.

But there was a fireworks display nearby, and Clarisse and Michael had already made plans to go themselves. He couldn’t just sit back and let them have all the fun, could he?

He hurriedly pulled on his hoodie and ran to Clarisse’s house. It was a ten minute walk, and he needed to be there in five. Nice one.

He got there just in time and pressed the doorbell. The girl answered to find Jake bent double, panting. She was wearing jeans and a black puffy jacket.

“Here, have this.” She pulled a small water bottle out of her shoulder bag and he nodded in thanks.

Once he had caught his breath, they walked to the local lower school, where the display was taking place. Michael was stood by the gate, listening to music on his phone. When he saw the two he pulled his earphones out and stuffed the device in his pocket.

They waited in the line for a minute or two, then paid and entered the school grounds.

“Ooh, glow sticks!” Clarisse bounced up and down in excitement.

The two boys watched as she ran up to the stall, which was currently empty, and bought some. She ran back to them, unwrapping the sticks as she went, snapping them to get them to glow, and fashioning them into bracelets. As she finished each one, she slid it on to her left wrist. She had four bracelets by the time she was finished.

“Isn’t that a bit of a waste of money?” Jake stared at her wrist.

“Well, no. Not really,” She shrugged, “If you leave them in the fridge for a few days they come out all brand new. All you have to do is snap them again and they’ll glow just fine.”

Michael laughed and shook his head.

“And how did you figure that out, exactly?”

“Years of experimenting.” Was her reply.

“Why would you even think of that though?” He laughed.

Clarisse stared down at her glow sticks.

“I just really like glow sticks…”


The fireworks were pretty boring to Jake. Once you’ve seen one firework show you’ve seen them all. His friends seemed to be enjoying it a lot more than he was. Clarisse was leaning against the railings, staring intently at the displays. Michael was leaning on the rails next to her, though he seemed much more relaxed.

“I’ll be one sec.” Jake turned to leave, in search of a bathroom. At least, that’s what he told himself. He really wasn’t enjoying this at all. He couldn’t exactly figure out why, but he just didn’t seem to be as happy as his friends. They seemed just fine on their own; they’d barely even spoken to him.

Did they even want him there? He may as well just go home. But he didn’t want to leave; he wanted to have fun too. He just wasn’t.

He passed Megan and Corey, lip-locked against a tree. He dug his nails into his palms. Did they have to do that right there? This was a lower school, there were little people here. Somehow he doubted they would want to see that. It was enough to make him sick.

Fuck it. He was fed up with everyone here. He soon found himself at the gate. Leave, He thought, just leave. And he did. Soon, the school was far behind him. Far, far behind him…

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