The Journal Of A Lover

1

Jake walks by in front of her, obviously way to close on purpose. Lily watches the ground with a look of warning on her face. He's annoying. She doesn't like kids that are always perfect and get every last bit of attention without earning it. Yet Lily hides the mean look, because if others saw that, they might think she is jealous. Which of course, she is not. If he really wants her to like him, he needs to knock off the 'I'm so perfect I don't have to try' attitude.

Jake begins flirting with a pretty blond haired girl in a higher grade.

Maybe he's getting the message that I don't like him, Lily thinks and hopes.

She continues to her class with the thought that maybe Dylan would be late because of the other girl and get in trouble for once. She is fifteen, the thought is like that of a ten year old, but she really means it.

Taking her seat, she peers over at the clock waiting for the minute hand to pass the twelve, meaning he was late. Lily moves her pencil quickly to make up for the lost time staring at the clock. He has two minutes to get there. One minute.

Common, common! She's getting a slight smile on her face. She knows that her attitude is very immature at the moment.

The clock is now three minutes past.

Ha! Lily is scared she might have said it out loud, but nobody is looking her way, so she relaxes.

As she expected, Jake comes running in the class room door. He drops one of his books, disturbing the class. The teacher looks up from grading papers on her desk.

"Sorry Ma'am." Jake says, acting like he truly means it, but Lily knows he's always 'too cool for school' and loves taking advantage of teachers who like him.

"Take a seat," the teacher says in a monotone voice. Lily waits for her to get up and scold him in front of the class, but instead, the teacher quietly resumes her paper work.

What? Lily continues her's too, with a surge of hatred for both Jake and the teacher.

In front of Lily is Thomas, a lanky brownish-blond haired kid. He had always been rather quiet and preferred to listen then be the center of attention. There was a slight hint of British accent in his voice. He keeps looking back awkwardly at Lily. To get him to stop, Lily smiles back at him once, making him realize she notices what he's doing.

Lily storms out of the classroom when the bells rings and hurries to her locker.

"I can't believe Jake didn't get in trouble." Exclaims Nick as he digs through his messy locker. Nick was good at making people laugh and nice, but he was something when it came to rule breaking. The teachers would pick on him all the time.

Nick wipes his blond hair to the side, uncovering blue eyes.

"He just needs to lay off a bit I guess." Lily shrugs with a sigh.

"A bit." Says Thomas.

"All I can say is I can't wait to go home, shut myself in my room, and remember what silence is like, 'cause right now, I sure can't recall what it's like." Lily closes her locker and almost runs into Thomas while attempting to escape the crowded hallways.

After the loud and obnoxious hallways, silence seems to have its own sound in Lily's quiet room. She's on her computer, studying. The background on her laptop is a picture of her and her horse TripleSec. She has always been fond of horses and didn't ever mind getting dirty around them. Even though she is a horseback rider, she doesn't consider herself a country girl or cowgirl.

The picture is blurry and still has snowflake lights in the background, because it had been taken around Christmas. It is almost summer.

Lily decides to change it, scrolling through her photo library. She sees one of her and her classmates, but Jake is there, and there was no way- no way - he was making a spot anywhere on her desktop. Another picture of her on the beach doesn't fit the shape of her screen when she uses it. Then, she sees a picture of her and Thomas. She can't remember where the picture was taken, or when. She clicks the picture and examines it on her screen. It fits right and is not blurry. Lily smiles. She is about to click away when she rethinks her background. She suddenly realizes how awkward that would be if someone else were to get on her computer and see that and also how awkward it was that she liked the screensaver of him and her.

She changes it to just a pain blue color for the desktop. Then with a sigh, she continues to work with a weird, almost haunting, feeling about the picture she'd chose before changing it. She'd liked it, wanted to keep it, and she doesn't know why.