The New Boy

Chapter 38: Drunk Suicide Attempts and Graduation

Everything is incorrect.

Everything is out of order. My world is being turned upside down every day.

My head spins as I lay down on my bed. I stare up at the ceiling. I swear it's spinning.

I get out of my faze as my phone starts to ring. I wipe my sweaty palms on my bed and I check the caller I.D. It reads Brooke.

I don't want to pick up. I don't want to hear her voice and her awful excuses. I feel so much hate towards her, but somewhere deep down I feel like she might not have done this to hurt me.

Out of anger I pick up the phone, that doesn't seem to stop ringing. I slide my phone open and I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

"Jenna I'm going to explain." Brooke says slowly.

"How did you not tell me? How can you keep that from me? Because I live in Jeff City doesn't mean I'm excused from knowing." I say words falling out easily now.

"Jenna, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I made it big in modeling, but you have to listen." Brooke says.

"Made it big? You made it huge! You're practically famous, that's why we went to some many famous parties." I say finally catching on.

"Listen, I didn't want anything to be weird or different with us." Brooke says calming.

"It's already weird and different! You left me and then came back with a new identity. As much as I try to hide it, things are weird. How did you even hide this from me? I'm sometimes an idiot, but not that much of an idiot." I say starting to ramble.

"You don't read fashion magazines, so I just, I'm sorry."

I shake my head and end the call. I take a deep breath and chuck my phone at my wall.

"Shit." I mumble seeing the red painted chipped.

"Smooth." Daniel says leaning in my window.

I jump when I hear a voice, but I recover once it's his.

"How much did you see?" I ask quietly running my hands through my messy hair."

"Just when you threw your phone against the wall. Why, exactly?"

"Long story and it's not my story to tell." I say sitting against my wall.

"Well, I came to kidnap you. We are going to a club." Daniel says holding up two I.D.s

I look at him in shock. I scoot closer to where he leans inside my room. I take one of the I.D.s and study it.

Jenna Smith. 115 lbs. Blue eyes.

That information is correct, but this is not.

21 years of age.

"Daniel Johnson, I have rubbed off on you. But this is something I wouldn't even do." I say smiling down at the small card.

"Well, Samantha knows a guy.  He was happy to get us fake I.D.'s.  I would make you a bit older, but you don't even pull off 18." Daniel says smiling and I punch his arm playfully.

"Why do you want to go to a club?"

"This is the time where I need to be fun and reckless.  You're the best person to be reckless with."

I smile.

"Go get dressed out of your hoodie and I'll meet you in my backyard." I smile at Daniel.

***

Getting into a club illegally for the first time is terrifying.

"I.D.'s" The tall man says outside of the blaring club.