I opened my locker and sighed. People were still putting those stupid flipping fliers in my locker. Really?
I truly hoped that people would be over this. Apparently, the people at my stuck-up school are just that immature. I took them out along with the English book. Closing my locker, I walked down the hall in search of a trash can. The fliers fluttered down into the first one I found.
I made sure all of the fliers were in the bin before I turned and began to walk back to class. A smile stretched across my face, and my bad mood lifted away when I was stopped by Chrissie.
"Oh my God! Jules, what happened? Did you get the mysterious phone call? Who was it? What did they say? Are you okay?" She must have had a little too much sugar this morning.
"Yeah, I got the phone call. It was Jessie. He is the one who did the fliers. He said it was a dare and then hung up on me. Jack left my mom last night. I think I'm okay. Wait, did I answer all of your questions?" She nodded as she scanned the side of my face, surely seeing the haphazard job I did to cover it.
This morning there was no more than a small red mark across my cheek from where, I'm assuming, her ring had slid across my cheek. I used my untouched container of cover-up, but you could still see it if you knew to look for it.
I don't know why my mom buys me a ton of make-up but she just does. More than likely, it was so I could become a 'better Sanders', and I could live up to the 'family image'. Let me tell you, that 'image' is a steaming pile of poo smeared on a canvas.
"What a jerk! I mean Jessie, not Jack. I wonder what happened between Jack and your mom. But, Jessie! I still can't believe he did that. I mean, I knew he was capable of it since he hangs out with that group of ass-wipes, but I didn't think of him as that much of a jerk. Of course, I've only talked to him a few times since he hit me with the door. I wonder which one of those jerks dared him to do it." She kept babbling.
"Chris!" She looked at me. "You need to breathe. I swear I thought you were about to fall over and pass out. Maybe you should cut back on the sugar." We both laughed.
"No, no, no. This is the doing of two Monsters, one AMP, and a Red Bull." She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I've been having nightmares again, and I didn't want to sleep last night." She pulled back, and her eyes were wide. She was shaking so hard I thought she was going to vibrate away.
"What?" I laughed. I looked up and met Jessie's daggers. My smile fell, but Chris was still lost to her caffeine rush. If I smiled and walked by he would destroy me more, but if I act upset he would think he won. I was so sick of everyone tearing me down and thinking they were better than me. I didn't want him to think he broke me. It didn't matter that he actually did.
"I have to get to class. Bye." She gave me a quick hug and ran down the hallway.
I walked down the hall quickly in the opposite direction. My head was down the entire time, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone.
As I walked into the class, I still heard the remarks. I still saw the dirty looks. I still felt ashamed that so many people actually believed that I was so promiscuous.
By the second hour, I had managed to ignore most of the noises and dirty looks. I walked in early and had a seat at my usual desk in the back. Today, it seemed that Jessie decided to mix things up. He sat right next to me.
"Why are you so sad?" There was so much sarcasm in his voice that I'm surprised that I could understand what he said.
"Why would you care?" I snapped back, my voice coming out stronger than I expected it to.
"Oh, come on! I thought we were just the best of friends!" He made his voice high pitched, and propped his hand underneath his chin. I let my head fall. I never did anything to him. I just met him like 4 days ago, for crying out loud!
"Everyone is just so happy, laughing at you, so why aren't you happy? Why aren't you smiling like you always do?" Is there something he is trying to get at?
"Why do you have a problem with the fact that I like to be happy and don't care about what other people think of me?" My mouth decided to take control. I started spitting everything I was thinking, and I couldn't stop it. "Yeah, I only have one friend, yeah, my sister can be mean sometimes, and yeah, my mom is a drunk when things don't go her way. But I am happy because some people don't even have that! To them, I'm the lucky one! I have a house. I have food in my fridge to eat. I have things that some people can only dream of. So, what do you have against being happy? What did I do to make you hate me so damn much?" I clamped my jaw shut. Why the heck did I just say all of that?
He didn't reply, and neither of us said anything the rest of the class hour. Occasionally, I would catch him looking at me but as soon as I looked over at him, he just looked away.
I called Chrissie later that day, and I told her everything. She thinks that no matter how hot he is, there is nothing that he could ever do to make up for what he did to me, and I had to agree. Maybe now he would leave me alone. He certainly didn't expect me to word vomit on him and didn't seem to know what to do after.
"Oh, hey I know what to do to cheer you up! We can go to The Shack! That always cheers you up!" Her voice rang through the phone.
"I'm pretty sure that won't cheer me up." I heard her sigh. "Chris, don't you remember that when he moved here, he got a job there."
"But Jules! Please, please, please! It will be so much fun! I love their Brownie Batter Blast thing, and he might not even be working today. Please!" She held out the last please so long I thought that she was going to get light-headed and pass out.
I guess if it makes her happy, "This is a bad idea." I mumbled. "Alright, we can go, but only because I love you. If he's there, I am leaving."
By the time I found my car keys, I had ended up destroying my room, just to find it in my sister's. Okay, she can take my clothes or my stuff, but NO ONE can touch my baby but me! I walked outside and instantly put my hood up to protect my impending frizzy hair from the rain.After locking the door, I walked out to my car. It was nothing special, but it was mine.As I pulled up to The Shack, I could already see the nervous look on her face through the window from where she sat. I got out and locked my car. Sucking in a deep breath, I walked into The Shack and sat down with Chrissie, not bothering to go to the counter to get some ice cream."So, how was the rest of your day Chrissie?" I forced a painted smile on my face."It was really good. During sixth hour Mrs. Bough partnered me up with Cole, so at least now I know that I don't have to do the project by myself and have some stupid jock take half of the credit. Then, during seventh period,
After a very long and confusing class, I went straight to my locker. Every time I caught Jessie staring at me, he would revert back to his usual glare and then look away. It wasn't unusual for him per se, but I thought we had reached an agreement of sorts that we could be civil to one another."So, how did it go?" I jumped back, and my hand flew up to my chest. Air was forced into my lungs at a rapid pace as I looked up to see my best friend standing behind me. I was still a little touchy about going to my locker after the angry mob incident."Jesus, Chrissie! Are you trying to scare me to death?" She was laughing hysterically at my reaction, resulting in a glare from me."Dude! You should have seen your face!" She gasped for air and laughed out the rest, "It was so priceless!" She caught her breath but looked excited."So now tell me what happened. Did you guys talk? Did he flirt with you again?" I shook my head, and her face dropped. "Well, then what ha
"Mom!" I screamed through the front door, "Mom! I'm home!" I looked into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. The text I received from her was nerve-racking. It said, 'Come home immediately after school'. That was never a good thing. It was like when the significant other says, 'We need to talk.'I heard a noise coming from the living room, so I walked that way. She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, arms folded, and eyes glaring. What did I do now?"Sit!" I did what she said instantly without thinking about it. "Now, I better get a damn good explanation on why one of your teachers called me and told me that you were sent to the principal's office again!" Of course, that stupid teacher just had to tell my mother as payback for me sitting on his couch.I sucked in a deep breath and began speaking without a break or stop. "I was sitting down. This girl, Jessica, walked up to me and told me to move because she wanted my seat, but this guy Jessie stood up and tol
By third hour, I guess that Mr. Streeter hadn't forgiven me yet because he had ignored me and was extremely mean the entire hour. He even used yellow caution tape to tape off his couch. I sat down in my seat ignoring Jessica who was standing on the other side of it. I guess she was planning on sitting here. Oh, well."Move freak!" I sucked in a deep breath remembering what Jessie had said. 'Next time, grow a dick too and stand up for yourself.' I looked up at Jessica."No, I think I'm good. Go find a different seat. I was here first, and I'm staying." I opened up my math book to the unit we were on while I could feel her hard, cold glare. I looked up at her, "Are you having issues walking, or do you not speak English?" I held my breath. I didn't move, I didn't blink, and I didn't want to see her facial expression so I looked back down to my textbook. I heard a giggle come from Chrissie. I turned, and she was looking at Jessica, trying to hold back laughter.I st
"Hey, so do you want to go to my house and hang out?" I looked over at an excited and jumping Chris."Sure, it sounds fun. We should walk. It's really nice out." I looked up at the sky. There was a slight breeze in the air, but it was still warm enough to get away with short sleeve shirts. There were light, fluffy clouds in the sky that left a shallow covering to block a small portion of the sun."Yeah, it really is something." She sounded like she was looking at the love of her life when she said that. I smiled at her, and she looked down at me.We began our walk slowly enjoying the nice white clouds as they started to thicken and get darker."I know life seems shitty sometimes, but I want you to know that I'll always be here for you if you ever need someone to talk to... or backup." She looked at me, and I smiled at her. The corner of my lips twitched as I held back a laugh at the thought of her fighting someone. She would be like a vicious Chihuahua.
I watched my clock go from 8pm to 5:59 am. When the alarm flashed 6:00 a.m. I sniffled holding back more tears. Have you ever cried all night and ended up crying yourself to sleep? Yeah, well this wasn't those times.My pillow was soaked in tears, and my blankets had random wet spots from me tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep while crying. It didn't really work out too well. I muffled another sob into my pillow. Eyes closed or open, I still saw Chris lying in my arms, covered in blood. The sight was burned into my corneas.I guess yesterday, my mom woke up to an empty bed and was pissed about the one-nightstand. She decided to punish me for some random guy leaving her. My punishment was that I had to go to school today even though my best friend had just died! She said she didn't want anyone in the house.I let out another sob at this thought. It was my fault that Chrissie was gone. If I had looked before I crossed the damn street, she woul
When I saw people in front of me I guessed that it was time for third hour. The halls cleared I tried to recover myself, so I could go to class. By missing 1st and 2nd hours, I know my mom will already be getting a call and make my life even worse. It was so not worth it, trust me. I took a last glance at the pictures in her locker before closing it.I didn't bother to grab my book bag from my locker before going to 3rd hour. When I opened the door, the whole class got silent, including the teacher. I took a step in the class and tried to quietly sniffle. It sounded loud like it was echoing off the walls. I looked at my seat expecting to see Jessica, but instead, it was empty. I looked at Chris's seat, but it wasn't empty as I expected. Instead, there was one person stupid enough to be sitting in my best friend's seat.Jessica!No one seemed to realize where and who I was glaring at."Move bitch!" I growled. I noticed the new girl we got in the class flit
His breathing was heavy, and he had a heavy layer of sweat on his forehead, but the light was hitting his back causing his face to shadow. Between that and the tears in my eyes, I couldn't see the emotion in his. I looked back in front of me, wiping the moisture away from my cheeks. He came and sat down on the swing next to me. "Look," I started, "I'm sorry, I elbowed you. I'm sorry I ran, and you had to follow, and I'm sorry that you have to see me crying, but . . . . I really don't want to talk about anything right now, so please don't try to comfort me because I don't want to hear it." He huffed. "Well, you elbow pretty hard, but I'm okay. So, don't apologize. I didn't have to follow you; I wanted to run after you. I don't care if people cry in front of me because everyone cries every once in a while, and I won't try to comfort you if you don't want me to." We swung in silence until I could see through the tears and looked at his face. They didn't