Jet's Death

2 - Death By Pasta

"Jay Jay Jets!" Mike, my best friend and serious crush, walks over to the lunch table where Audrey and I have staked our claim. Much to my dismay, when he actually reaches us, he puts his hand atop my head and messes up my already messy bun even more. Oh! The audacity of that kid.

"Mikey, you better say you're sorry right now. You know I hate when you do that! Plus it has already been a rough day and when I get home I'm probably going to have to wash Fish. She got all muddy this morning and you of all people should know how absolutely terrible giving fish a bath is." Just great, more word vomit.

He slides into the seat next to mine and slings a casual arm around my shoulder, it is a friendly act but I can't help but feel the butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomachs. Now that I really think about it, what kind of butterflies are that harsh? I bet they're beetles, nervous beetles in my stomach.

I think I need to get more sleep.

"Jet, please forgive me. You know you can't stay mad at me forever," Mike says with a quirked lip. I look over his green, twinkling eyes and his strong jaw and his blonde hair. My eyes dangerously dart back to his lips, the ones that are currently smirking in my face and I melt. He has no idea the effect he has on me. It's like he's cast some kind of spell or something for gods sakes! For an instant I imagine Mike with one of those cliché wizard hats on with a giant cauldron, looking as though he was in fantasia and I begin to giggle.

Mike flashes me a weird look and I immediately start laughing harder. What the hell is wrong with me right now? "What's so funny?" He asks and my hands fly over my mouth, attempting to suppress the snorts that are fighting to come out. "What!" He demands.

"It's absolutely nothing, and you're right, I could never stay mad at you," I let out one last laugh before I started calming down.

"You know that you're face is a red as a tomato, right?" Audrey chuckles and I nod, hair falling in my face. Geeze, what am I doing?

"I figured. I'll be right back. I got to throw out my lunch," I say getting up. I took a few steps forward and I immediately crashed into another lunch tray, getting food all over my shirt.

"What the hell? Don't you watch where you're going?" A deep voice rumbles unhappily.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Were you done with your food or had you been about to sit down because I can pay for more food if you hadn't eaten. I'm just an accident prone, I guess. Geeze, can't stop making a fool of myself today," my eyes snap down to my shirt as I pick off bits of pasta. The shirt is ruined.

Finally, I look up and I see Collin Winters standing in front of me with the biggest frown I've ever seen spread across his face. He was the type of kid, or man I guess, that hated school. He didn't have many friends and the ones he did have certainly didn't go here. With his dark brown, shaggy hair, matching eyes, black leather jacket, basketball sized muscles and his motorcycle in the school parking lot. I wasn't one to judge, but this guy actually scared me, and here I was, about to be on the receiving end of his anger.

I shove a wad of cash, enough to cover his lunch, into his hand and I give him a shaky grin as a nervous laugh flutters from my mouth. "Sorry again, now I have to go, bye."

As I scurry away with my head held high and tomato sauce probably still dripping down my shirt, I slip and go crashing into the garbage can, damn what is with me today, I know that I am clutz but this is a little much, even for me. I need to wear a warning sign on my forehead that says: WARNING! Hazard to be around.

The garbage can goes knocking over and with my stomach and legs throbbing from the impact of the garbage can, I drag up back up into place and start picking up the garbage, throwing it back in and finally dumping my own lunch. I then begin limping back to the table, by now, all eyes are on me.

"Well shit girl, you look like you're homeless," Audrey says, unashamed. "We need to get you cleaned up." She checks her watch and glances back up at Mike. "We have twenty minutes till class starts again, that's probably enough time to find you a new shirt and wash all the pasta sauce off."

Mike nods and Audrey collects her things and gestures me to follow her. That's how I find myself standing in the closet where they keep the lost and found while Audrey starts holding up shirts to check my size. "Here try this one!" She grabs the ugliest sweater I have probably ever seen in my entire life; it was a bright yellow and orange knit-sweater with a giant horse on the front and writing in purple on the back that states 'I am a little horse, perhaps I've caught a colt'.

My face immediately pales. "That is not going to happen."

"It's either that or the pasta sauce and I have to be honest, it's really starting to stink."

I grab the sweater and let out a giant sigh, "fine." The laughter that follows makes my face go even redder than it already is with the tomato sauce and I slip my pasta shirt off and slip the sweater on. It's too big. Who the hell would buy this? No offense.

We head to the bathroom and I can feel the odd glances that I'm getting from both the students and teachers. Oh how I wish I was in my teenage mutant ninja turtle pajamas.

Once I am completely washed up I begin the long walk to class, being extra careful not to knock into anyone or anything, watching my footing. I was not going to have another accident today. Nope.

A/N: Here's the second chapter. I hope it's good. Sorry about the extremely slow update, I have no excuses except for writers block but I'm finally over it so I promise many more updates in the near future! Love ya'll and read read read!