Chasing The Quiet One

Part 9

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Josh's P.O.V

Second period came around, that meant Jayna and I working together on our project.

"Hey," I said when I sat down in the desk beside hers.

She blushed a little. Probably remembering what my friends did earlier. That poor girl.

"Sorry," I said nervously. "About my friends. Their assholes really."

"It's alright." She said.

So the rest of the period we pretty much just read on our own.

We decided it would be easier for us to read it at our own pace, then decide on quotes later.

The bell rang, I was feeling slightly disappointed because we didn't really talk at all.

We packed up all our stuff.

"Hey, Jayna?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to meet tonight?"

She hesitated for a long time.

"Sure." She said slowly. "Where?"

"How about the diner?"

Her eyes brightened a bit.

"Sure." She said once again. "See ya then." Then she turned away.

I smile to myself.
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At lunch I looked for Jayna. I knew I was pushing it slightly. But I waited almost four years to talk to her. I'm not letting up now.

I found her at her "claimed" lunch table.

You know how high school is, you have your cliches. They all sit in little groups.

The popular snobs, the popular slightly nice people, nerds, geeks, goths, sport jocks, all American good boys, all American good girls, bad kids, and then the misfits. Then you also had little groups here and there. Then there was Jayna.

She sat by herself- everyday.

But today, I would change that.

I told the guys I wouldn't be sitting with them. They obviously knew why.

I was going to ask her to sit with the guys and I. But I quickly changed my mind as I remembered how badly this morning went.

I sit down across from her. I put my hands together and smile at her while she bites into her apple.

"Why are you staring at me with that shit eating grin?" She whispered.

At first I was shocked by her choice in grammar. But then I laughed.

"You're truly a beauty." I answered her question.

She blushed a deep red, and looked down. "No." She looked back up at me. "I am not. But thanks for the compliment."

She doesn't think she's beautiful. That hurt my insides.

Before I could argue she changed topics.

That smarty pants.

"W-why are you sitting here?"

I shrugged. "Because I like hanging with you."

She looked down at her lunch. Which wasn't very much. There was an apple, and a sandwich.

"Thanks." She whispered still not looking at me.

"Huh?"

Her eyes meet mine. "I know I already said thanks this morning. But, thanks for being my friend. Even when I was trying to push you away." Her eyes don't leave mine. "I just have my reasons."