"Hey! Watch where you're going, Geek!" He yelled at Chrissie. His deep black hair was only a few inches long, framing his sharply defined face.
It was the straw. Camel, meet straw.
My patience had run out, and the way he was talking to Chrissie made me snap. I walked up to him, getting right in his face. He was the one who hit her! He should apologize! My face turned red in anger.
"Why don't you make us?!" I shot him a cold glare which he happily returned.
"Or you can just move out of my way, dumbass." His voice was flat, cold, and hard. It was emotionless as if he could care less that he just hit someone with a door or that he was getting yelled at. It was infuriating.
"Or you can drop act, drop to your knees, pick up her stuff, and apologize like a decent human being!" I returned his cold flat voice and stare. I just glared at him, and he stared back at me. I broke our eye contact to look down at Chris. She was trying to crawl through the crowd to grab her papers that were being kicked around. I moved to help her when he spoke again.
"Now, why the hell would I do that? It would ruin the show for everyone else." He snorted and walked away, stepping on her math homework as he went. What's his damage?!
As soon as he became a part of the crowd, I quickly dropped to my knees to help her pick up her papers. Unfortunately, the essay she worked on for hours was a lost cause until she got her hands on some tape.
"Oh no!!" She whined as she saw her essay on the ground, ripped, with a few footprints on it.
"Here," I fished through my backpack until I pulled out my essay and offered it to her. "Just change my name on the top to yours, and you can just turn it in instead. I am sure I can talk the teacher into letting me turn one in tomorrow. She is the only teacher who actually likes me." I smiled and pushed the paper towards her. She thought about it and then slowly reached out to grab my essay. I placed it in her hand, and she returned the smile.
"I got to go, or I might be late." She readjusted her pile of destroyed papers, turned, and skipped, yes literally skipped down the hall to her biology class.
I plastered a forced smile on my face, shut my locker, and walked to class.
I sat just as the bell rang. The teacher walked in and scanned the room. My seat was in the back, and I do mean the far back. Do you know how boring math class is when you already know how to do it?
"Okay class, take out yesterday's homework and pass it to the front. . ." The door swung open, and a boy with the same hair, the same jacket, the same eyes, the same evil smirk, and the same face was standing in the entrance. The girls in the class started whispering, and his smirk grew bigger.
"Ah, you must be our new student. Jessie, is it?" The teacher was even smiling at him. He gave a quick nod and walked past her to the back of the classroom. He took a desk two seats over from me. Normally, I was the only one who sat in this row, but it seemed that was all going to change.
Throughout the rest of the class, I would glance his way, then look quickly away. I mean, why my class? He has proven that he is a bully, he'll probably try to make me do his homework or copy off of me.
A paper landed on my desk, and I picked it up and read it.
‘Do you have a problem with me, or do you just like what you see?’
My reply was small, easy, and simple.
‘You're a jerk.’ I folded it back up nicely and threw it at Jessie when the teacher turned around to face the board.
He smirked again as he wrote his reply.
‘Aw, did I hurt the little girl's feelings?’
I laughed to myself as I came up with a reply, and I could see the confusion on his face as he saw me chuckle to myself.
‘How did you hurt your own feelings? . . . . Did you look in the mirror?!’
He looked like he was about to laugh at my lame comeback, and I do admit that it was awful but in a bad dad joke kind of way.
‘You know that was so bad, it was almost funny’.
‘Glad you liked it. The whole reason I got out of bed this morning was to make you laugh.’
‘You see this, I don't even know your name, and yet, you are already trying to please me.’
If I had eaten breakfast this morning, I would have just lost it.
‘Get lost!’
This time I crumpled up the paper and threw it at his head. It hit him square in the side of the face. He just glared at me before picking up the ball of paper from the floor and reading it.
‘You'll hear from me again. Don't worry, love.’
He tried to straighten the paper before folding it nicely again.
‘I don't want to hear from you again, and I won't worry.’
I went to throw the paper at him, but the bell rang, and he got up and left. I wanted so badly to throw it away, but I'm sure Chrissie would be entertained by reading it next hour.
I shoved it in my pocket and walked out of the classroom into the crowd, letting it push me right up to my locker like a fish in a stream.
"Oh my God! I don't care if he hit me with the door. That man is still so cute!" Chrissie whispered in awe as she peeked around the girl in front of her to look at Jessie. Go figure, he just had to be in another one of my classes."Jules! Do you know what this means! I mean, I haven't seen him talk to any other girl all day, just you. That has to mean something!" She repeated for what I believe to be the tenth time. Well, I mean she worded it differently each time, but she was dead set on the fact that after our stare down, he had to be interested in me. But I mean, we didn't actually talk. We just passed a note."Chrissie, sweetie, you need to breathe. I mean... yeah, he is kind of cute, but I don't think he is worth it with his attitude. I'll stick to my little bubble, of which, he is not a part of." He was sitting only two seats in front of me, so we had to be quiet to prevent him from overhearing us."Jules, I love you and everything but sometime soon, that
"Welcome to The Shack! What can I get for you?" I looked away from the menu and right into the face of Jessie. Good for him for having an afterschool job, but did it have to be here? Plus, whatever he was doing in the back with the other server was definitely a violation of the health code.He stopped walking a couple feet away from the counter, a look of irritation when he realized it was me."What do you want?" His voice was flat and cold. Nothing unusual, but it was starting to irk me that he was so rude all of the time."Ice cream. What do you think? This is an ice cream shack." I looked up at their menu and then back down at him. "I want a scoop of The Reese's Runaway." Giving him a small smile, I quickly added, "Please.""Why would I get you anything after what happened today?" He just stared at me dumbfounded as if he actually thought I was the one in the wrong. He was the one who hit Chrissie with the door and then refused to apologize. He was als
What did he say to her? Why the heck is she so sad?"So, do you guys want to go to the park or something?" She forced out. I watched as she swallowed hard to bite back the tears that lined her eyes.Should I ask her why she is upset? Most of the time, she liked to take a minute to calm herself before we talked about anything emotional. If she didn’t she wouldn’t be able to contain herself and she hated crying in front of people."I think that would be fun." I scooted back in my chair and stood up. Cole walked around to Chris's seat and pulled it out for her. Awe. He likes her so much. It's so cute.We walked down the street slowly, enjoying our ice cream. Cole was on one side of Chris, and I was on the other."So, what were you and Jessie talking about?" Cole asked. I wasn't sure if she was ready to answer, but it seemed like she was no longer on the verge of crying. She turned towards Cole."Do you mind if I talk to Julie alone
"What?" Her voice was strained as if she were trying not to show the hurt. She practically just threw herself at him, and he straight out rejected her.For the hundredth time in the past twenty four hours, I had to ask myself, ‘what is his problem?!’"Look, I just met you! It's kind of pathetic how you threw yourself at me so quickly. I thought we were just messing around back at work." Her eyes filled up with tears, and she didn't move. It was like she was frozen.I quickly left my hiding place and went to confront him. He immediately saw me stomping over and groaned. This kid has an attitude problem, and I'm so sick of it."What do you want?! What, are you stocking me now?" He glared cold and hard."Um, excuse me, but I was here long before you were," I said with as much venom as possible, but not sounding as confident as I thought I would have. "What the heck is your problem?! Why are you being such a jerk to everyone?" He let out a
"You do know who started these rumors, don't you?" Chris's music was blaring in the background, making her have to shout into the phone."If I had to guess, it would be the same assholes as always, but I don't really care. I don't even know what the rumor is this time. I'm so sick of it all." I looked down at my homework as I packed it up into my backpack so it would be ready for tomorrow. I'm finally done!"Why wouldn't you want to know? The rumors are spreading fast." I could tell that she was frowning. Her voice wasn't the normal high and happy Chris, and she turned down her music."I really don't care anymore. These people who keep starting rumors about me just to make me miserable, don't realize that they aren't hurting me. I just want to do my time and be done with it." I sighed.For a brief moment the thought actually popped into my head, 'Why does Jessie hate me so much? How can a man be proud of himself by bullying a woman he didn't even know
Why can't he understand that I am not interested?Today was my own personal Hell on Earth. No matter where I turned, I saw that horrible flyer mocking me. That, and those five flipping words were haunting me, rolling around in my head."You won't be for long."What the heck was that supposed to mean? I don't like him, I don't want him, and I never will. But, his words were like a threat... or a promise. That infuriating man. Apparently, he doesn't know what "not interested" means.Then again, with the way I hadn't been able to get him out of my head, I didn't either. It wasn't that I wanted to be attracted to him. I just was.I walked upstairs and crawled into bed. Flipping on the television, I went channel surfing. My phone vibrated on my nightstand, and I grabbed it, hoping it would be Chris."Hello?" No answer."Hello?" Why is this person not talking? Wait, what if this is the person who put out those fliers?"Hello, Julie."
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
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,