The crash [GIRLXGIRL]

jealous

I woke up in her arms. She was hugging me. I didn't want her to hug me; I definitely didn't like her that way. I moved away from her but woke her up.

"Morning," she said and stretched. "We're late for school." We rushed and got dressed. Ryan was sitting on the couch. He smiled and waved at JJ as we rushed out the door.

At school, JJ and I were talking when Gabriela walked up to us and dragged JJ's arm.

"Jessica, why are you talking to that freak?" Gabriela sneered.

"She's my friend," JJ pushed her arm away.

"Ha, since when?" Gabriela taunted.

"Since forever," JJ retorted.

"Hope you know what you're doing," Gabriela said.

"I don't care, Gabbi. Can you go away now?" JJ snapped.

"You don't tell me what to do!" Gabriela slapped JJ.

"Ow, you bitch!" JJ screamed.

"This is all your fault!" Gabriela screamed at me and dug her nails into my face.

"Get the fuck off her!" JJ threw her to the ground, and she slid like Bambi. Chloe picked her up.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Tommy said.

"Breaking up with you."

"What?" he stood there in shock.

In English, I sit on my own. It's like there must have been a group discussion between all the teachers to make me sit alone. Gabriela and Chloe were throwing rocks wrapped in paper at me. I don't know how the teacher didn't see it; it really hurt. I put my hand on the back of my head. When I put it back, there was blood. I felt dizzy.

I heard Mr. Quinten say, "You can sit next to Nate." I looked up to see a blurred Pierre standing. I hadn't seen him in ages. That moment, I realized something: Nate sat next to Gabriela. That would mean that Gabriela is going to sit next to me. My heart froze. I froze. I felt her sit down next to me. Unlike Pierre, she didn't complain once she sat down with a smile. I moved slower, like she was a wild animal. If she saw me, she would attack. I turned my head slowly to see Pierre. He looked blurred, but I could see him looking back at me. I needed to get away from Gabriela before she does something to me. She had something much worse planned. I didn't even think I needed to go to the nurse when I was seeing two of everyone. I just thought of the first excuse I could.

"Can I go to the nurse?" I raised my hand.

"Why?" Mr. Quinten asked.

"I feel sick."

"Okay, just hurry up."

I got up for a second, holding onto the desk. I didn't even get a chance to pick up my crutches, and all my muscles relaxed. I fell to the ground. My ear rang through flashes of awareness, and I saw all the kids crowding me. I could see Pierre holding my hand.

"Someone get the nurse!" Mr. Quinten shouted. I could hear muffled voices.

"She's so weird."

"What's wrong with her?"

"Why does she have so much wrong with her?"

In the nurse's office, she gave me water and let me stay there till it was time to go home. She didn't call an ambulance. I guess it was normal for her because of all the times Gabbi's made me faint. In the nurse's office, Pierre and JJ were sitting in the corner. Pierre was looking at JJ with disgust; he was giving her a death glare.

"Are you alright?" he said.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" JJ said and held my hand.

Pierre turned red. "What are you doing?" he said and pulled my hand from under hers.

"What the fuck, dude?" JJ yelled.

"What are you doing here?"

"She's my friend."

"You were bullying her yesterday."

"I said sorry."

"Bon dieu, that doesn't matter," Pierre said.

"She forgave me."

"You forgave this intimidatrice?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Excuse me, what did you call me?"

"Learn French," he said and held up his middle finger.

"I'll break that finger off," she leaned forward, trying to grab his finger.

"Guys, stop." They both sat down and stared at each other.

"Pierre, thank you for the support, but you don't know anything about our relationship," JJ said.

"From what I've seen, it can't be good," he leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Shut the fuck up!" She tried to hit him.

"Wow, violent," he laughed.

"And JJ, stop being so violent."

"Tell him to shut up," she said.

"I'm going." I got up.

"I'll walk you home," they both said.

"I live closer," Pierre said and smirked.

"I'm having a sleepover with her."

"You are?" I said.

"Yeah," she smiled.

"We didn't plan that."

"I thought you would want me to."

"Yeah, you can."

"Sounds like she doesn't want you to," he laughed.

"No, I do," I said. "You guys can both walk me home."

"I'll hold your bag," said Pierre. He picked it up.

"No, I'll hold it." She snatched it out of his hand.

"I'll hold my own bag."

"Ok," they both said. The walk home was awkward. We didn't talk much. JJ held my hand, but I shook her off. I could see Pierre giving her the odd glare. When we got to my house, JJ said "goodbye" to Pierre and did a sarcastic smile.

"Goodbye, my love," he said and kissed me on the cheek while smirking at JJ. My heart skipped. How have I had more kisses in these past few hours than I've ever had in my entire life? JJ turned white, her jaw hanging low, and she grabbed my shoulders and moved me to the door.

"Why did he kiss you?" She said at the door.

"I don't know."

"Is there something going on with you two?"

"What does it matter to you if there is?"

"Because..."

"You're not my girlfriend!" I yelled. JJ looked like she had just been shot. She stood there, staring at me.

"I-I'm sorry," I said.

"I probably should go home."

"Aren't you staying?"

"No, it's okay. You don't want me here." She stumbled down the path.

"JJ, wait!" She was already halfway down the sidewalk and couldn't hear me. I went inside and stood by the door, holding in my tears. The house was quite a lot more quiet than when I left.

"Where's Ryan?" I asked Gran. She was sitting alone on the couch, knitting a very raggedy scarf.

"He went home, dear."

"What? Why?"

"Did you see last night's episode?" She was staring at the black TV.

"There's nothing on the TV," I bluntly said.

She laughed and called me silly. This kind of scared me.