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Scars And A Daisy - Chapter Eleven

Disc golfing! Picture is of Brookie and Andrew!
"So, this is disc golf." Cameron says. We’ve picked up the equipment we needed and headed up to the first course. Jack and Jeremy both had their own discs, but we needed to rent discs for me, Russell, Cameron, and Derek.

"And what exactly do I do with this?" I ask, holding up one of the three frisbee like discs they’ve given me.

"You see that net over there?" Cam asks, pointing.

"Yeah."

"You throw the disc into the net."

"That’s it?"

"That’s it."

"This is how you want to spend your afternoon? Throwing discs into nets?" I can’t seem to understand the hype of it all. "I don’t know what I was expecting, but this isn’t it."

"Oh come on, it’s fun, trust me." Jeremy says, with a half-smile.

I raise an eyebrow but smile back. "Alright. I’ll trust you. You better be right about this."

Cameron and Jeremy spend the next fifteen minutes trying to explain every penalty, rule and hazard that they can think of. As we begin the game, I’m almost more confused than I was at first. After watching every one of the boys go ahead of me, I’m no less confused. "Your turn." Jack reminds me. I stare at the far away net and wonder how I’m supposed to do this.

"I don’t get it." I finally say. "I’m sorry. I feel stupid."

Jeremy comes up to me with a small smile. "You’re not stupid. It can take a while to get used to this game. I’ll show you." The other boys have scattered off to pick up any of their lost discs and it’s just me and Jeremy standing at the start now. "Like this." He steps behind me and gently takes hold of my hand. "Grip the disc like this. You’ve thrown a frisbee before, right?" When I nod, he says, "It’s a lot like that." But I can barely think with him standing so close behind me. "Straighten up a little bit." He presses his hand against my stomach, pulling me even closer to him. I do as he says, standing up straighter. "That’s better. And," he slides his hand to my wrist, tilting it forward a bit. "Now just flick your wrist forward and let go of the disc." I do as he says, and watch my disc fly towards. It lands not far away from Jeremy’s and he spins me around to smile at me. "That was great!"

"Now what?"

"Now we go to our discs and start from there. Like golf." His hand, still on my wrist, slides down to tangle with my fingers and, without letting go, he leads me towards the discs. He was right, I think, as I glance down at our hands. This is fun.

By the end of the game, I’ve only barely begun to understand it. "Did you have fun?" Jeremy asks as we trudge back to the rental shack to drop off the discs. Derek is rifling through his wallet to come up with the money he needs to pay for losing one of his dics on the course.

"We almost made it an entire game without losing a disc." Russell grumbles once Derek finishes paying the lady at the desk.

"Is losing a disc a normal thing?" I ask. They all look at me like I should know the answer to that. "I’ll take that as a yes." I say and Derek chuckles.

"We usually lose more than one. Slutsell should be happy we only lost the one this time."

Russell rolls his eyes but stays quiet as we pile back into the car.

"Don’t see why you’re complaining." Jeremy says to Russell. "Considering you won."

"I’m not complaining about that." His elbow nudges into my side as he tries to settle into the seat between Cameron and me. "Sorry." He moves his elbow. Jeremy pushes himself up against the side of the car as far as he can, pulling me with him so Russell and Cam have about an inch more space.

"Jack, you need a bigger car." Cam grumbles when Russell accidentally hits him.

Jack uses the rear-view mirror to look back at us. "No, just less friends."

"It’s Jeremy’s fault." Russell grouches. "He’s the one with the extra person here."

Great. Russell hates me.

"Cam’s the one who invited her." Jeremy tells Russell, and that stings a bit. I’d hoped he would stand up for me.

"Only because Jeremy was being a pansy. Come on, Slutsell, Brookie’s great. You’re just mad that your girl was too lame to come discing with us."

"Shut up Cam." Russell says. Cam grins, clearly happy with himself for hitting a sore spot with Russell.

"I’m right, aren’t I?" He asks. "You’re jealous that your girl didn’t want to go, but Jeremy’s did."

Jeremy moves his arm around my shoulders again and hits Russell’s head with his palm. "That wasn’t an accident, by the way." He says when Russell glares at him, but he keeps his arm around my shoulders and I manage to hold back my giddy smile.

"You guys are abusive." Russell crosses his arms over his chest and slumps down into the seat. "I hate you all."

"Sure you do, Slutsell." Derek says, turning around from the front seat to face us all, like he did before. "You love us and you know it."

Russell just leans his head back and closes his eyes. Thankfully the blue house isn’t too far away from the disc golf course and we’re back fairly soon.

My phone starts buzzing as Jeremy pulls me inside the house. "Who’s that?" He asks when I answer the phone. I hold up a finger and he nods.

It’s Chris. "What’s up?" I say.

"I’m leaving in a couple of hours. I swung by the house to say goodbye, mom says you’re with Anna and Andrew but I just saw them."

"You didn’t tell her that, did you?"

"Brookie, Brookie, Brookie. Lying to mom know, are you?"

"Chris, seriously."

"No, of course I didn’t. Where are you?"

"With some friends."

"You have friends?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, I do actually."

"Well, ditch them for a bit or something. I want to see you before I leave."

"Where?"

"That cafe place? I want another muffin."

"Ew. But yeah, okay."

"Cool. See you in a few?"

"Yeah."

He hangs up then and Jeremy is staring at me, that cute questioning look on his face. "What’s up?" He asks.

"That was Chris. He’s leaving for a while and wants to hang out before he goes."

"Oh, right."

For a second, we just look at each other awkwardly. "Um, do you want to come with me?" I ask.

"Is that okay?" He asks.

"Of course!" I say with a smile and he grins.

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"Took you long enough." By the time we get to the cafe, Chris is on his third muffin. Although he won’t admit it, the two empty muffin wrappers that sit beside the half-eaten third say everything he doesn’t. "So, are you two like together?" Chris asks as Jeremy sits down beside me.

"No." The answer comes from Jeremy’s mouth before I even have the chance to fully comprehend the question. "No, definitely not."

"Oh." Chris looks unfazed. He just nods his head and picks off a piece of his muffin. I don’t dare to look at Jeremy and try to keep my face as neutral as possible. I knew we weren’t together, but he sounded so harsh about his answer. I uncap my juice and try not to think about it.

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"I guess I should get going." Chris says. I glance at the time and realize we’ve been sitting at the cafe for over an hour now.

"Don’t take six months to come back, okay?" We reach his car and he pauses by the door.

"I’m sorry about that." He says after a minute, pulling me into a hug. "I didn’t mean for it to be so long." I hug him back tighter. "It won’t be as long this time. I promise." He adds.

I want to tell him how he said that last time, but I bite my tongue and tell him I love him.

"I love you too." He says, finally stepping away from the hug. He waves goodbye from the driver's seat and then he’s gone.

For a minute I forget that Jeremy’s beside me, but he clears his throat and brings me back from my thoughts. "Are you okay?" He asks, sliding his arm around me. I nod and pull away from him, heading to my car. "Are you sure?" He sounds uncertain as I click my seat belt into place.

"I’m sure." I say. I wonder if he’s offended at how quickly I recoiled from his touch earlier, but he was the one who seemed so appalled when Chris thought we were together. But he had admitted to wanting to kiss me. My mind is a mess of thoughts now. I run my hand through my hair as I wait for a light to turn green. Thankfully Jeremy stays silent. I don’t know if I can stand to talk to him right now.

When we pull into his driveway, his hands hesitates on the handle of the door. "Are you…" He pauses, like he’s collecting his thoughts. "Are you mad at me?"

"No." I say quickly. "Of course not." The words come slightly sarcastic. I wonder if he notices, and then I wonder if I meant for them to sound that way.

"Oh. Okay." The words come slowly and I risk a glance at his face. He’s staring straightforward and I turn my head back quickly, grateful that I’d been able to avoid his eyes. "Are you going to come in?" He finally asks as he opens the door the tiniest bit.

"No." I want to give some kind of excuse, but I don’t.

"Oh. Alright." He shuts the car door behind him and doesn’t look back when he reaches the door to his house. I back out of the driveway and head home, my head still whirling from everything that’s happened.

I storm inside and head straight for the shower. I need to think, and I need to get ready for work. A shower is the best way to start both at the same time. ‘No, definitely not.’ What did he mean by that? Was it just a simple, no we aren’t together? Or did it mean that he didn’t want to ever be ‘together’ with me? I scrub the shampoo into my hair, so caught up in my thoughts that I barely feel the shampoo slipping down my face. I keep my eyes closed as I rinse my hair and begin with the conditioner. ‘Definitely not.’

Marlie was definitely wrong. I was definitely wrong. ‘Definitely not.’ I’m probably just bothering him. Showing up at his house for parties, going disc golfing. What was I thinking? I resolve to avoid him, and Cameron, from here on out. I step out of the shower, wrap myself up in towels and nearly trip on Marlie’s shirt as I head to my room. Crap. Marlie’s clothes. How do I get those back to her if I’m avoiding her brother?

Maybe avoiding him is a bit childish. I can be mature about this. So what he doesn’t want to be with me? He’s not the first. I’m still friends with some of the others. I can be friends with him. I find my work clothes and start getting dressed. My shower ended up being so long that I’ll have to hurry to not be late to work. I carefully braid my bangs back and throw the rest of my hair up into a messy bun. I take my time on my makeup and then grab my things.

Mom is just getting home when I get to the door. "Sorry about the late notice of me staying at Anna’s last night." I say when she looks at me. "I got out of work a bit late, closing took longer than normal and when I got out she was waiting for me. Boyfriend trouble and all that." I throw Andrew into the mess, knowing that mom doesn’t hate him as much as she seems to hate everyone else in my life.

"What could Andrew have done?"

I backtrack a bit, not wanting her wrath on Andrew. "Oh, he dropped his phone in the toilet and couldn’t get a hold of Anna so she assumed he just didn’t want to talk to her. She can get a bit over-dramatic about things."

"Hmm." Mom seems to accept my excuses. "Well, you will be home tonight, yes?"

"Yes." I say. "I have to go. I’m going to be late."

"Alright. Have a good day dear."

"You too." I give her a kiss on the cheek, feeling guilty for lying straight to her face, and then head out.

My shift passes quickly, and Jeremy has the day off, so I have that much to be grateful for. I don’t know if he’s mad at me now, for how short I was with him earlier. I refuse to let myself feel bad for it. I deserve to be uspet that he so quickly shunned the thought of us being, well, an ‘us’.

But then I remember how he spilled his past to me, his rough past few years, and I suddenly feel like I can’t possibly judge him. I mess up order after order throughout my shift, with my mind not on my job, but on Jeremy. "Smarten up." Carla hisses as she passes by me to fix another one of my mistakes. I pause in the break room and gulp down the worst tasting energy drink I have ever had. Cam walks in, just as I’m about to leave and he uses his arm to block the doorway. "What’s going on?" He asks.

"Just getting some energy up." I say.

He narrows his eyes. "Not what I meant Brookie." I sigh but don’t say anything and he groans. "Oh come on. Jeremy came in all pissed off after your lunch ‘date’ with him and your brother and he shut himself up in his room with some vodka. Now you’re here messing up like crazy. You’ve never made these many mistakes before, not even back when you were in training. You’re meticulous about things like this, except for tonight, clearly. So what happened? And don’t say ‘nothing’ because Don told me to talk to you and get this straightened out.

"It doesn’t matter, Cam. Jeremy’s a big boy. I’m sure he can handle that vodka." The words come out before I think and I start laughing when I realize what I’ve said. Cam stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, and through my laughter I manage to say, "Jeremy can’t handle his vodka. He can’t handle alcohol at all."

He does this weird half-laugh half-snort thing and then shakes his head. "Are you alright, Brookie?"

I shrug. "No, not really, but that doesn’t really matter, does it?"

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. "Nothing. Just, can I go? I have tables to wait on, and I don’t want Don to fire me."

He sighs louder than I did and shrugs. "Fine, but this conversation isn’t over."

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I manage to make only one more mistake throughout the rest of my shift and when I get home I decide to call Andrew.

"So, he said ‘no, definitely not’, you threw a fit and he went home and is gorging on alcohol and now you’re pissed off and clearly have had too much caffeine."

It took me nearly half an hour to explain everything in great detail, and Andrew manages to sum it all up in one run-on sentence. "Am I right?" He asks when I stay silent.

"Yes." I say, with a huff.

"Talk to him." He says.

"No!" I shun the idea immediately.

"Come on, Brookie!"

"No way, Andrew! How do you expect that conversation to go. ‘Oh, hey Jer, sorry I got mad when you said you didn’t want to be my boyfriend’ ‘Oh, no worries, Brookie, it’s totally cool, just remember I don’t like you.’ Seriously, do you know how embarrassing that would be?"

He groans loudly. "Shut up for a second, Brooklyn!"

"Don’t call me that." I grumble. He doesn’t answer and I sigh. "Fine, I’ll be quiet."

"Good. Now, first of all, you told me during your long description of what went down, that he had earlier said that he had wanted to kiss you that night. That means he must like you. Second, you don’t tell him that you’re a clingy slightly psychotic woman. You don’t say you got that upset over his ‘no’. Third, you said he had a rough past. Maybe that included bad relationships and this isn’t a good time for him. Fourth, whether you’ll admit this or not, you like him. So I suggest you stop moping around and find a way to work this out."

"But-"

"I’m not done." He interrupts me and I groan. "Fifth, last but not least, stop thinking that whole ‘if it's meant to be, it will happen’ thing. Because it’s not true."

"I don’t think I agree." I start to say but he stops me again.

"No, listen. If it’s supposed to happen, it will happen but you have to work your butt off for it. You can’t just assume that it will happen if it’s meant to be. If I’m sure of anything in this crazy world it’s that."

"But-"

"No but’s!" He bursts out. "Brookie, think about it. You needed a job, you worked hard and got a job, not because it was supposed to happen, but because you worked hard, made it happen and that’s what made it ‘meant to be’." Even though I can’t see him I’ve known him long enough to know what words he air quotes.

"Alright."

"Brookie-" I know he was expecting another argument and he pauses for a second. "Wait, alright? You agree?"

"I don’t know." I say quietly, "But I should at least think about it."

"Good!" He chirps. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed."

"Fine." I sigh. "Goodnight. And... thanks."

I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, "You’re welcome. You know I love you Brookie. And I’m always here for you, just not when I’m sleepy. Sweet dreams!" And he ends that call.

I flick off the light in my room and curl up in my blankets, determined to do as Andrew says and think about all of this before I make any serious decisions. It’s going to be a long night.

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I’ve never played disc golf, myself, though it’s currently a game that my brothers seem to be addicted too. Hopefully, I gave enough of an overview of the game so that it made sense, but not enough to have messed up any of the rules of it! I tried googling it but that didn't work so well.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

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