I'm Special, Bitch!

Fakeness

I put on one of my favourite CDs in the CD player and waited for a second before Come Together by The Beatles blared out of the very expensive speakers all around my small room. I smiled at the familiar lyrics, which in a way helped me get over the day's stress. Especially Jayden's last few words. Damn, why did I always end up giving him the upper hand? It was so obvious what had happened when I had done that the last time. At the time I had respected him for never throwing my bad fashion taste or weight in my face, but that had changed right? The guy I had seen four years ago had looked at me with pity and regret. He had felt sorry for me. No matter how well he'd tried to hide it, he had always felt sorry for me. Once I had trusted him enough to tell him about my eating disorders because of my family problems, he had just smiled but I had noticed that something had changed, deep down. Pity really. Shaking my head, I rose from my bed and looked at the large mirror that I had looked at that morning so confidently; seeming so sure about what I wanted. I wasn't so sure anymore. Did I really want revenge? Yes, I did and I was sure of that. The question that had been bothering me for the last couple of hours, however, was if I had the strength to beat him this time. I had always thought that there was no one that could step all over me again, but when I saw him this morning for the first time after four years, something had stirred within me. Something only Jayden could stir. Uh-oh!

To get my mood up, I changed the music to Bon Jovi, You give Love a Bad Name. And not being able to keep myself from grinning like an idiot, I started dancing to the beat wildly (which included jumping on my fluffy bed) and singing along. And seeing myself in the mirror really didn't help, because I looked like a maniac, which just fuelled me further. God, what was happening to me? But dancing too fast to the song started to help after a few seconds as I started getting breathless. I turned the volume down and lay on my bed again. There were some serious things that I had to think over. One of them being how I could swipe the arrogant smile off Jayden's gorgeous face. I jumped when my phone vibrated loudly on the desk. Oh, man I really had to learn to calm down.

The caller ID wasn't recognised. Hmm...

"Hello?" I answered as nicely as I could, so it kinda went: "Helll-looo?".

"Hey," a male voice replied chuckling. "It's me, Sam."

I smiled and frowned at the same time...was that possible? "Sam! How did you get my number?"

He laughed. "It's really not that hard. Sheering is a small town and getting your number from the reception only took me five minutes."

"Wow," that really was something. "Isn't that against the law, or somethin'?"

He chuckled this time. "Well, not as long as they don't catch you."

It made me smile. "I see." And I could. Sam had probably even done the crazy crawling thing to humour himself.

"Hey, anyway...before I blab on about the way I got your number and bore both of us to death, I was gonna ask you to come out with me tonight. You see, as you're the new girl....I thought coming out with us tonight will get you to meet everyone you need to know. Also you'll be going with the guy who all the girls in school wanna go out with, so that's an added extra for you."

I laughed. It was an honest, down-to-earth kinda laugh. Which made me laugh even further because I had never expected to actually, really laugh in Sheering again. "You're funny. I think you're making this whole thing up to go on a date with me."

Sam snorted. "Oh, trust me babe, I don't need to make excuses for dates. Girls throw themselves at me...and I'm counting the hours until you follow."

I snorted right back. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"Yeah...I should've kept it a secret."