Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

7

I finally pull up to my house and began to think about all the crazy events that happened in just one day. This is probably the weirdest thing I have ever encountered in my life.

This may be the record of the weirdest days.

Two guys fighting over me.

Crazy messed up teachers.

The bad guy and the good guy.

The good guy beating up the bad guy.

Best friend taker.

Best friend back stabber.

And the people who doesn't even seem to see all of this.

Holy macaroni.

I walk into my house to find my mom in the kitchen and a beautiful smell coming from it.

"What's for dinner, Mom?" I ask, sitting at one of the stools beside the island.

"Oh nothing but chicken breasts and veggies. The usual." She says.

I nod.

"What's wrong." She says looking at me with an awful amount of pity.

I smile.

"Nothing."

"It's high school, isn't it?" She questions, cleaning her knife off.

I nod a little.

"And maybe just some of the people there." I say looking down at my shoes.

"All good will come to you, I promise."
I look up at her. "Don't let this get you all down." She says, walking over and hugging me. "I know you'll pull through honey. This all takes time."

I smile and hug her back.

"Thanks Mom."

She kisses my forehead. "Dinner will be done in two hours." She says to me.

I nod and hop down from the stool.

I pull out all the home work I have on my bed and sigh.

Clink.

I noticed the slight clinking at my window and furrow my eyebrows.

I get up and walked over to my window and open it.

I looked out of the window and saw Calvin.

He looked horrible. His eyes were glassy and in an instant I knew he were drunk.

Why the hell is Calvin at my window.

He's a back stabber. He left me to go with Rani, the most evil person I know. And he knows this too! 

"Oh hey Jenna, I was going to this party and I thought you would want to go." He says to me wobbling a bit and chuckling.

I shake my head at him and shut the window.

I walk over towards my bed to do my homework and I hear more tapping.

I try to ignore it, but it only got louder.

I slam my pencil down and walk back over to my window again.

I open my window.

"Go. the fudgecicle. away!" I whisper shout at him.

He shakes his head no.

"We are going to this party whether I have to go inside your house and drag you out. " He says with a serious look on his face.