The Break-up Prank: Part Two

Get caught up: Part One

Part Two

Jack woke up after having slept very little during the night. He didn’t want to break up with Sareena. They’d been together for eight months and they were the best months of his young life. Sareena may not have been the best-looking girl in school – though she was pretty in a bookish way – she didn’t give a thought to current fads or fashions, which, in turn, didn’t do much to help the way she was viewed by the opposite sex. She wore her dark hair chopped at unorthodox angles, leaving a jagged edge like a shark’s upper teeth across the top of her shoulders. The right side of her face seemed perpetually covered by a shock of hair, a shock she dyed so randomly that Jack never knew what to expect when he saw her: pink, purple, teal, silver – really, who knew? And yet, her hair, despite the scissors’ ill-treatment and the loud dye jobs, was always soft and silky and Jack often found excuses to touch it, whether it was brushing it from her face so he could look into her eyes or massaging her scalp as they watched movies together. He also liked the thin, black-rimmed glasses she wore which made her seem even more fragile than she already was. While an outsider might have scoffed at the unevenly paired couple, it wasn’t all one-sided. For all Jack’s muscles and athletic talent, he was far from a jockboy, which is how he knew he appeared at face value. But he was smart and studied hard unlike many of his football buddies. He liked to read, which incidentally, is how he came to know Sareena in the first place.

The public library was a favorite place of Jack’s though he knew he’d be laughed off the team if he was ever found there. But that was something he really didn’t have to worry about, he knew. No, it would always be a secret little hideaway for him. One day he was lounging in one of the overstuffed chairs residing in a far corner of the library reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. From the corner of his eye he saw Sareena lingering in the fiction section and he looked up from the book and watched her tilt a spine, squint at it and then tuck the book carefully back in its spot. She did this with several volumes before finally settling on one. When she turned toward Jack, making a beeline for the chair across from him, Jack’s eyes quickly returned to his own book. The two of them sat across from each other reading, she with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, and he with his Oscar Wilde, neither acknowledging the other. As the time passed, Jack found himself stealing glances over at Sareena and was surprised to find her doing the same. To be fair, he was checking her out while she seemed fascinated by his choice of literature. Though she was not what he would consider his type, there was something alluring about her in the form of quiet mystery, Jack found himself racking his brain for something that would break the silence. Just when he was about to give up, Sareena broke it for him.

“Dorian Gray, huh?”

Her voice was huskier than Jack had expected but still sweet with a melodic quality about it. He looked up and saw her staring at the face of Mr. Gray on the book’s cover. Before he could think, his mouth betrayed him. “Didn’t think I could read, did you?” He cringed immediately when he saw the hurt look in her eye from behind her glasses. He knew better than anyone you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but he went and did it anyway.

“No, not at all,” Sareena said, showing Jack some grace and confirming that she wasn’t one for snap judgments. “It’s just that I haven’t read that book in a long time, but seeing you read it reminds me of a funny story.” When Jack raised his eyebrows she elaborated. “When I was a kid, my mom used to call my dad Dorian even though his name is Claude. One day I asked her why. She showed me a family photo album and pointed out my dad’s brothers. I remember they all had gray hair, some of them even balding and they looked way old to me. My mom said, ‘you know, your dad’s actually older than all of them. This blew my mind because my dad has a full head of jet black hair which was long but well-kept. He has a youthful face and really bright eyes, unlike the ones of my uncles. Then she handed me a copy of the book you’re now reading and said, ‘I suspect there’s a picture stashed away in the attic somewhere, but for the life of me, I’ve never found it.’ It took me all night, but I read the whole book and now I don’t have to wonder why she calls my dad Dorian.”

“Wow,” Jack breathed, more amazed that she’d read the whole book in one sitting than at the humor of her story. “I don’t think I could read this in one go. It’s not written in the same way I talk or think so it takes me a second to digest some of the phrasing.” Jack’s face brightened as Sareena laughed gently.

“I know what you mean. Sometimes the classics can be real drudgery to get through. But I’ve always found the effort worth it. Well, mostly,” she admitted with another light chuckle. “Do you come here often?”

For some reason, Jack glanced around the room before answering. “Yeah, I do. But don’t tell my friends,” he added with a wink. Sareena smiled and then ran a finger across the thin line of her mouth, like she was zipping it. Just as Jack thought she was going back to her book, Sareena glanced back at him.

“I’m Sareena, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m - ,”

“Jack,” she said, cutting him off. “I know who you are, too.”

“Right,” Jack mumbled, feeling a little stupid. They’d had several classes together over the years, though they’d never really talked before. “It’s just that I’ve seen you around,” he said, fishing for something better to say.

“I’ve seen you, as well. I’m glad we could finally meet.”

The simple honesty in how she said it put Jack at ease. “I’m glad, too,” he said, matching her sincerity. He glanced out the window, squinting against the sunlight. “Would you care to go for a walk?” He was feeling so loose the words just came out.

“I’d like that,” Sareena said, rising and stretching.

And that was how the tall and lean, handsome wide receiver came to date an often overlooked, but still attractive in her own unconventional way, bookworm rather than the prototypical blonde, prom queen cheerleader.

Except now he was supposed to break up with her because his buddies thought it would be funny. It was with a heavy, tormented soul that Jack made his way to the bus stop that morning as the sun peaked over the horizon. He was so lost in his thoughts as they twisted and churned in his brain that he didn’t even notice the commotion ahead of him.

Three or four students formed a broken ring around a boy and a girl who stood facing each other. Jack stopped in his tracks. Colin, one of his buddies and his defensive counterpart on the football team, was giving his girlfriend Missy a leering grin.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked in a whisper, sidling up to one of the onlookers whose name he couldn’t remember.

“Colin’s getting a head start on things,” the guy chortled. “He’s breaking up with her before school even starts.”

Fuck, Jack thought. The guy wasn’t even part of the prank and even he knew about it already. Does that mean Sareena knows, too? Fuck, fuck.

Leaning around the guy, Jack tried to catch the eye of his teammate. When Colin glanced over he met Jack’s troubled gaze and flashed him an undaunted grin, like he had everything under control. Quickly, Jack’s eyes darted to Missy who was staring daggers at Colin. She looked flushed and more than a little flustered. Jack could see the muscles in her forearms ripple as she clenched her fists tighter and a sudden sinking feeling hit Jack in the gut. He tried to motion his buddy’s gaze away and back to Missy but it was too late.

With Colin smirking confidently at Jack, Missy jumped on her opportunity. She rocked on one foot, drawing her other leg back and then swung it forward with eerie speed and with what Jack’s brain, weirdly, could only describe as graceful elegance. But for Jack, time suddenly slowed and though he felt like he could jump in and save his bro from what he could clearly see coming, his legs felt rooted to the ground. Instead, he watched helplessly as she kicked her boyfriend hard in the balls. Angry hard.

In the blink of an eye, the leering smile disappeared from Colin’s face, replaced by a neanderthaloid grimace. Jack watched horrified as his buddy took a lurching step toward Missy and then oozed to the concrete sidewalk, grabbing at his crotch. Colin stayed on his knees in front of Missy for several seconds, his head lolling forward, his eyes squeezed shut as if by closing them so tightly it would keep away the pain. Missy had returned to staring daggers into her now ex-boyfriend as he crumbled at her feet, but her mouth turned up at the corners when he collapsed onto his side and then his back, rocking back and forth mildly as he clutched his balls, clearly in a tremendous amount of pain.

“Dude, she kicked your balls.”

Jack looked up and saw a girl he didn’t recognize speaking through the hand she was holding over her mouth. Though he couldn’t see her lips, he could tell she was smiling by her gleaming eyes. It sent an uncomfortable shiver down Jack’s back.

“You go girl,” the onlooker in front of Jack gushed.

Jack shot him a stern, sidelong glance, but the excited guy was too busy taking in Missy’s haughty smile to notice. Jack let it go realizing the guy probably didn’t know that Missy was a soccer player and she knew how to kick. Jack’s gut felt even heavier at the thought. His buddy must be dying.

After a few seconds the small crowd moved away from Colin’s fetal form and resumed their conversations. Except Missy, Jack noted. She stood where she was, arms folded under her bosom, staring blatantly at the mess of a man at her feet, almost daring him to look up at her. Eventually, he did and Missy didn’t miss the opportunity to sneer at him. “I hope your balls hurt real bad, Colin. I should have kicked them harder,” she added, before turning away to stand behind the others, basking quietly in her feminine capabilities.

By the time the bus pulled up, Jack had dragged Colin into a sitting position against the low brick wall behind the bus stop. While the others boarded, Jack helped his buddy to his feet, albeit gingerly, and let Colin lean against him as he climbed the two steps onto to the bus as laboriously as if they were the last rise of Mount Everest.

Colin kept his head down the entire ride, which fortunately wasn’t very long, and when they pulled into the school parking lot Jack whispered, “I’ll walk you to the nurse, bro.”

“I’m fine,” Colin hissed, not looking at Jack.

But when he faltered trying to get up from his seat, Jack, using all his strength to lift his buddy’s unsteady mass, implored him to see Mrs. Callahan, the school nurse. This time, his buddy agreed.

As they slowly exited the bus, Jack caught sight of Missy’s pert ass swaying back and forth as she strode easily toward the entrance, her head held high and filled with pride at her exquisite display of girl power.

[Disclaimer: All characters in this series are at least 18 years of age.]

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