Soft Spot

❝Because when you think everything is going right, things always have to make their turns just to mess everything up.❞


A story in which the sarcastic bitch collides with the egocentric asshole.

A story in which even the ones you hold dear to your heart could be the ones to stab you as soon as you have your back turned.

A story of trust and loyalty - follow Arvina Erikson's journey as she discovers the trials and tribulations of young love with Zander Maz, the guy that would teach her what it really means to fall in love, and to open up again even after you've had your trust broken.


This story may contain vulgar language and mature content.
© 2017 | Aeanne. // peachienixie. | All Rights Reserved.


3. {2}


Arvina Erikson


The next day, no one in school could keep their mouths shut about the frivolous incidents yesterday; even the fact that Zander Maz - the new member of the almighty Woodrose Warriors, the “Bradford Badboy”, and most importantly, the Fifth Ass - had gotten me new clothes to replace the ones his group of friends ruined, was one of the top talks. This felt weird. Everything felt weird. I was never part of the top talks. I liked being unnoticed.

Brielle greeted me this morning with both of her eyebrows up, leaving me confused, until she blew heavy air from the depths of her lungs, and rolling her eyes, she said: “Jesus, Arvina! It’s like you were born this morning. Everyone’s talking about what happened yesterday - especially how Zander basically went shopping for you. Is it true?” I couldn’t stop myself from wincing when she called him Zander. Since when was any of the Jock Army anything but their ass numbers? I just frowned at her, and at our group of friends behind her who are all looking at me expectantly, to either dispel or confirm the stupid rumors. I turned my back from them, and when I did so to ignore the nonsense drama that even my best friend had taken the interest to take part in, I saw the Fifth Ass leaning on a locker across the hall; I had to compose myself because he looked kind of cute, arms folded across his chest and looking intently at me. I decided to approach him, leaving Brielle confused, but following suit behind me like a puppy dog anyway.

“Well, hey there.” The Fifth Ass smiled innocently and unfolded his arms as I stood in front of him. “Mornin’, Arvi, how are you?”

“It’s Arvina,” I rolled my eyes, “what’s this about?”

“What’s what about?” His smile was quickly gone, and his forehead wrinkled with a frown.

“This!” I exhaled in frustration, waving my arms to motion towards the crowd who was now watching both of us eagerly, waiting for some sort of a confirmation that they were stupid to think if they were going to get. There was nothing to confirm. “I told you already that I’m not one of your whore puppets, Maz, so leave me out of whatever agenda you and your friends had planned.”

“Woah.” He chuckled, but I felt the sarcasm shake the pavements. “Are you really this feisty all the time? All I did was buy you new clothes, damn.” It was his turn to roll his eyes at me now. “You didn’t even take them, so it was a complete waste of money. The least you could do is say thank you, after I’ve spent my money on you.”

I was taken aback by his sudden change of attitude. It was mortifying how fast he changed from Mister Smiley to an egocentric asshole. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at him and folding my arms above my chest, like he had his earlier.

“I don’t need your clothes, alright? I’m not a homeless person or anything, so I can buy own clothes.” I paused to take a deep breath and blew out slowly to calm myself down. I really wasn’t planning on starting this day with a snap. “Actually, I had my own clothes, but thanks to you and your friends, it turned into a piece of rubbish buffet, with extra silly strings on top.”

“Look,” he sighed impatiently and condescendingly, “I took no part in that. I don’t care if you believe me because you’re too much of a bitch to hear my point of view, but I just tried to be nice because you need someone to be nice to you for once.” He stopped leaning on the locker and stood up straight, shoulders shrugging arrogantly.

“I’ve heard things, Arvi.”

“Excuse me?” I scoffed, eyes wide. What in the actual hell did he just say to me? “First of all,” I exhaled, “you don’t call me a bitch.” God, I was fuming. If this was anything cartoonic, I’m sure there would be dragon smokes coming out of my nostrils.

“Second, it’s hard to trust people like you after getting ganged up on by your shitty friends for years on end.” I tried my hardest to rally and not look at everyone behind me. I was sure that everyone was watching, taking mental notes to jot down every single piece of information about this confrontation for their amusement later on.

“And third,” I jabbed, “I never asked you to pay attention to whatever the fuck is said about me, and I would greatly appreciate it if you backed off and stayed out of my lane, thank you very much.” And with that, I turned around and stomped away from him as far as I could. But let’s be real, no distance in planet Earth is going to take me far enough from Zander Maz, because his ego would reach me even five-hundred light-years away.


“There’s Little Miss Feisty!” Joshua smirked before engulfing me into a hug. He came late, so he wasn’t there to witness my morning mishap with the Fifth Ass, but I’m guessing that Brielle already told him about it. “You really told him off, huh?”

“It’s nothing, you dick, it wasn’t anything like that.” I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help my smirk. It felt good to finally tell people like him off, because my friends and I have been tolerating their games far too long.

“It just didn’t feel right being the one he felt the need to be sorry for when it’s all their fault that I didn’t have any clothes to change into in the first place.” I shrugged, but Joshua looked at me as if he wasn’t buying into what I was saying. Deep down, he knew I felt proud too.

“Oh shush you, Arvina.” Brielle grinned and faced Joshua. “She stood up for herself like a mighty dragon. She laughed before giving the boy a peck on the cheek and heading to the lunch line in the packed dining hall with Erica Listhrop, a girl in her French class that she spent a lot of time with over the summer because I was in New York, and Joshua was busy with whatever it is that he has to do with the band that he’s in; he was a drummer in a local band with a couple of other boys in our school. He and Brielle have told me over and over the name of the band, but I keep forgetting.

“How’d it feel?” Joshua still hasn’t wiped the smirk off his face. He dipped his nacho in the barely melted cheese that WSS offers their poorly fed students before looking me straight in the eyes. “Damn, I really wish I was there.”

“Enough about it!” I laughed. “It’s really not that big of a deal. I’m just tired of their shit, that’s all.”

“I gotta say though, Arvina,” James Lange, Erica’s boyfriend and Joshua’s bandmate who I guess is also now sharing this table with us, cleared his throat after getting a tortilla stuck in it, “that was bloody amazin. The shock and horror in his face as you walked away - man, I wish I took a picture! Coulda been a perfect meme.” He grinned and gave me a highfive, as if to say I did a good job placing the Fifth Ass in his place.

“You were there and you didn’t record anything?” Joshua punched James’ shoulder playfully, causing the poor guy to get another tortilla piece stuck in his throat. “James, you had one job!”

“I am not risking my phone for nonsense.” James struggled to talk, choking and coughing before his girlfriend came back and handed him a bottle of water.

“You guys got back quick.” I said surprisingly at Brielle. “Where’s my cheese pizza?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Brielle said before handing me a food tray with a sad piece of cheese pizza, awfully resembling a cheap cardboard box, and a box of chocolate milk. “The line was kinda short,” she nodded at the line’s direction, “Jock Army’s not in the dining hall to make the line more chaotic for no reason.”

Everyday, the Jock Army would have girls surround them, which makes the line horrifyingly long. Because of this, Brielle had always gotten lunch for me because I refused to stand in line that long, but today - hopefully not because of my encounter with the Fifth Ass this morning - they were not present to do that.

“Good, thank heavens.” I took a bite out of my cheap cardboard pizza and quickly downed it with chocolate milk. “I mean, I don’t really wanna deal with any of them because I’m sure I would not be left alone because of what happened.” I took another bite of my pizza. “And all I really want right now is to enjoy my cardboard-flavored WSS delicacy.”

“Delicacy, my arse.” Erica laughed before taking a bite of her pizza as well. “Waiting in line for this is not worth it, so I’m grateful that those boys are not here today because I would not wait in line for pizza that tastes like paper.

“Or nacho tortillas that tries to kill you by choking you with every bite.” James was still struggling to talk from his fits of coughs. “Seriously, is WSS just really trying to get rid of their students?”

“I wouldn’t doubt it,” Joshua laughed and shook his head, “but you shouldn’t even be talking because it’s my nacho that you’re eating. Seriously, when are you going to buy your own lunch?”

“When you and Brielle finally admit that you’re dating.” James grinned, making me grin as well. Alright, I like him, he can stay in the table.

Brielle nearly choked on her banana chocolate chip muffin (packed by her mom, I’m sure, from their own bakery - Brielle’s family owns a cute little bakeshop downtown called Cupcake Boulevard), frowning and playfully smacking James.

“When did this become about Joshua and I?” She stuck her tongue out. “Seriously, guys, bugger off.”

James then protested that it had always been about them, and I couldn’t agree more. I, too, want to know whatever is going on between them. How difficult is it to admit that you’re dating someone?

I watched my friends basically fight to the death, tortilla chips being flung everywhere, and poor Brielle trying her hardest to save her muffins from the food fight begging to happen. At one point, Joshua threw my empty chocolate milk box at James, earning a scowl from Erica, who then threw her pizza crust his way.

Just then, the bell rung and my heart almost jumped out of my chest because I just remembered that the Fifth Ass is in my next class, and thanks to Ms. Glenn and his oh-so-heroic act of registering me in, he’s my partner for the rest of the year.

“I’m gonna take off,” I cleared my throat to catch their attention, “I have to beat the Fifth Ass to getting to class first because if he gets there first and I have to swallow the awkwardness of sitting next to him, I would seriously cry.”

“You got this!” My friends said in unison, all laughing.

I just shook my head at them and grinned before scurrying off, leaving my trash for them to deal with and almost leaving my bag with how fast I was trying to hurry.

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