Jam packed Jack

Chapter Thirteen

Hey guys, I know this will probably confuse you, but I'm switching to 1st person. Lindsey Grey is STILL the main character. Thanks for understanding!

Dedicated to mellove211 for being so awesome! Go read her stories and poems!!!

"I mean, if she tried to kill herself, she is mentally unstable." Chrissy said, her mouth full of burrito. I looked into my bowl, swirling around the guacamole, cheese, and beans. Liz nodded in agreement, but Andy and I just looked at our laps. "What?" Chrissy said, looking at Andy and I in anger. Chrissy definitely had an easy temper. Andy looked up and blurted, "I think we need to help Grace instead of saying she belongs in a mental hospital."

Everyone stared open mouthed at the usually awkward Andy. "But she she sent us away!" Liz countered. "Yeah but what if you tried to kill  yourself... Would you want a whole room of people taking pity on you?" I jumped in, defending Andy. "I wouldn't kill myself." Liz spit out. "I'm saying anyone who would kill themselves is mentally unstable!" Chrissy screamed, throwing her napkin on the floor. The napkin floated down, softly landing on her foot. "Guys, Grace is our friend, we have-" "whatever." Liz cut off Andy, standing up and leaving our foursome. Chrissy quickly followed and soon it was just Andy and I.

"This is stupid." Andy broke the silence. "Yeah." I sat up, grabbed my food and threw the rest in the garbage. I was so angry at those two. They are my friends, Grace's friends! And they were just being bitches. "Need a ride?" I looked back at Andy, standing at our table, with his curly hair and his adorable smile. I smiled and nodded. Andy grabbed my jacket and handed it to me. Gentleman Andy.

"Thanks Andy! See you tomorrow!" I jumped out of the car, waving at the tall boy. He waved back and his mom drive off. I took the key from under the mat, and opened the door. "I'm home!" I yelled. My mom came into view, a spoon in hand. "That sweet guy came over and brought you icecream. He even gave me a pint!" She handed me the spoon and led me to the kitchen. On the table sat a pint of Ben and Jerry's mint chocolate chip, my favorite, and an envelope. I brought both to my room and opened the letter.

Dear Lindsey,
I'm so sorry about your friend Grace. When my grandpa died, I ate lots of ice cream ! So here! Go crazy!
Sincerely,
Jack
P.S. Are you still coming to my hockey game tomorrow? I'll buy you cotton candy!

I stared at the letter, memorizing his messy scrawl. I think I love this kid.