Just My Kind Of Girl - ON HOLD...

Chapter 8 - Playing 'round B4 the Party Starts

Dallas!!!!!-------------------------->>>>>>>>>>>

"I'm learning that everyone has to

create and find their own path in life,

because life is about the journey.

It's about both the up AND downs

and what you can teach yourself in between.

Ancora Imparo."

-Ian Eastwood

*12:34 am*

I carried Leigh to the front door of the apartment building, her legs dragging behind her, giggling. "COME ON LEIGH!" she yelled.

"I'm not Leigh, you are."

"COME ON, WHO'hiccup'EVER YOU ARE! TAKE ME BACK! I WANNA PARCY!"

I sighed heavily. How the hell did I get stuck with her again? Doesn't matter. I carried her to the elevator, the bellhop who usually there smiling at me with sympathy. Shit head. I literary pulled her in the elevator, her hands holding on the door, keeping her from going inside. I pried her hands from the door, and pushed the Close Door button, quickly letting the door slid shut, and relaxing against the wall. I looked over to Leigh, who sat in the corner in the fetal position. She held her head, crying.

"Whats wrong, Leigh?"I kneeled next to her, putting my hand on her back and gently rubbing.

"Kriss! I fucked up! Fuck, fuck fuck, FUCK!" She kept saying, banging her fist into her knees. I looked at her, my head spinning from the all the alcohol in my system. "What are you talking about?"

"I messed up, Jason hates me, I Messed UP!"

"What did you do to make him hate you?"

"He caught me in one of those rooms with Dallas, one of the football players. He saw us on the bed. Jason, he, he slammed the door shut while I tried to get up from the bed and when I caught up to him, he just ignored me. I tried to talk to me, but he walked off down the beach, with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. Leigh, what should I do?"

What the hell..... Where the hell was a bed on the Beach? Where the hell were they?

*4 Hours Ago @ 8pm*

After the incident with the rat, I got ready, putting on the white dress, with a purple and blue bikini under and pulling my blonde hair into a neat bun while Leigh left to her house to get dressed. I called Lyle and we left around 8.30 to the beach. When we got there, about three fourths of the school was in the ocean, splashing and running away from the guys with the water guns.

"Hey, you look great. Don't worry about anything." He smiled, placing his hand on my leg. I raised my eyebrows, looking at him with the up most curiosity as if he thought saying that would make me jump all over him.