Why why why?
I paced my room, deciding whether to ask Jackson out or leave Lisa.
I paces and paced. Finally, I came apon a conclusion.
I'll date Jackson until Lisa loosens up to me and then I'll break up with him.
It's the best way to do it. And keep my best friend.
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"So Jeeeeeeessssss, Lisa drawled out my name. "What's your decision?"
I sighed and said, "I'll ask out Jackson." Lisa squealed and I did yet another one of my famous eye rolls. Or not so famous.
The whole rest of the day I pondered my predicament. I need to prepare a speech, then----no! Just no! I'm acting like I'm going to run for president!
I sighed and continued to take notes in my journal trying to take my Jackson off my mind.
I went mindlessly to all my classes and droned through each one. My special technique for being a straight-A student. Then in seventh period, the last period of the day, Jackson Howell, of all people was assigned to be my project partner.
He looked curiously at me as we got our assignment told to us.
Great. We have to make a dramatic scene about what families had to deal with when serious diseases broke out. This is going to be great.
Then tonight, I wasn't able to sleep a wink. My mind was full of boys, projects, evil teachers, best friends and horrid nightmares.
Lisa, you have no idea how much trouble you've caused me........
Finally after tossing and turning for about 5 hours, I got up and stomped down the stairs, 3 at a time.
I jerked open the fridge and was immediately blinded by the refrigerator light. Putting my hand up to my face, I reached in and grabbed the first thing I touched.
Cantaloupe.
Eew.
I reached in again and grabbed..... Chocolate Swirl Frozen Yogurt.
Huh. Sounds good enough. Maybe if I eat something good, my bad worries will go away.
Suddenly, my phone started ringing upstairs. I groaned and trudged upstairs, leaving my yogurt behind.
I picked up and heard nothing at first and was about to hang up when a faint, voice came through.
"Jessica, I've always liked you. Please know that there has always been someone out there and will always be loving you........." Then the end tone sounded and *click* the person on the end of the line hung up.
Who likes me? How do they know my number?
Uh! I got up in the muddled of the night to drown out my worries but now I just have more! Uh!
I flopped in my bed and fell deep into sleep......
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Teen Fiction"Well, I know im not pretty or popular or even sexy, I'm not the kind of girl you would date, I'm more of a bookworm, but is like to ask you, will you be my boyfriend?" There I said it. I did it! "Me? To go out with you?" He scoffs. ~ In which the...
