The Curse of Pepsi Lane [English version of The Witch and the Playboy]

Chapter 18 - Hot Issue

A/N: (December 20, 2020)

Hello! So last time (First quarter of this year), I left off at Chapter 17 and unpublished everything three months ago. I then started republishing everything last week and now, I'm back on track.

To the old readers of this book, if you happen to see this, just wanna update you that I changed some characterizations, scenes, and names (Angel to Sierra).

Also, I made a book trailer yesterday. In case you haven't seen it yet, you can find it in the first part of this book.

Okay, so let's continue with the story.

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JAKE'S POV

"Are you going to do it or not?" Pepsi challenges me with a mocking smile.

"Faster, Jake. Everyone's leaving."

"Chill, girl. I'm doing it—"I say in a slightly raised voice. She's getting on my nerves right now. Backing out is not in my vocabulary so she leaves me no choice. 

I look around to see the puzzled and intrigued looks of the students around.

Pepsi folds her arms in front of her chest and raises an eyebrow at me, urging me, challenging me, and fucking me up.

After a few more moments, I finally take my jacket off to reveal this tiny, fitting Barbie shirt, and scream a Tarzan on drugs.

"Ahhhhh—aaaaahhhhhh—ahhhhhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

I suddenly lose it the moment I close my eyes. 

It makes me feel like I genuinely own the world right now... 

It's just me, myself, and I.

Sometimes, I can't help but feel so alone.

No one truly cares about me. My parents can't even spare a second of their time to ask if I have already eaten my dinner or how I've been doing for the past week. I'm popular, and I do have friends and girls who are dying to get my attention, but why do I feel so incomplete? Like a part of me has been missing all these years...

I continue to scream while hurting my chest. Surprisingly, the pain feels great. It's like all the negative energies around me concentrated in my chest and through screaming, they just blast out.

In every second that passes by, my scream just becomes even more powerful, forceful...

My voice then starts to shake.

I then hear the beeping sound from my watch. It's sending me a message that sixty seconds have passed already.

I open my eyes and the very first thing I see is Pepsi's mystified face through my clouded vision...

"Wow, I didn't know that you're a cry baby," she throws another insult, and I'm kind of used to it at this point.

Wait a minute...

Am I crying?

No fucking way! Crying is for the weak. Panting from the exasperation, I immediately blink my tears away before turning to her.

I suddenly feel so stupid and ashamed. She fucking saw me at my embarrassing, weakest state, and it rages the hell out of me. I just want to get lost at the moment.

Without any words, I bow my head, shrug myself back to my jacket, and rush out of the room while hearing the intrigued blabbering of my classmates.

"It was probably just a dare,"

"You bet! But he still looked hot as fuck. If it was someone else, they'd probably look stupid."

"How brave he was! He imitated Tarzan so well!"