Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Three

French is really hard when you orignally speak English, and nothing more. I sat in Mrs. Morris' class and nearly went to sleep, she kept carrying on with things I have never heard in my entire life. I just sat there with my chin digged into the palm of my hand, letting her voice enter one ear and exit out the other. Nana always told me I should listen in french class, learning a new language could be key to a relationship one of these days. I shrugged and went on to ignore it. Now I'm going to fail one of my classes because I ignored it for so long. Don't even get me started on the math class, Mr. Snow just handed me and test and said "Do what you know!" I felt so stupid, I only completed the first page. Now it was lunch, and I had no one to sit with. So in result, I sat on my own in the corner table of our little cafe, watching as students engaged with socialization with their friends. I had never been so lucky to be one of those people, even if I sat with one of those groups at my old school, I'd be the oddball out, no one ever started a conversation with me. 

"Excuse me?" a female's voice piped up out of no where. I turned my hair to face a beautiful tall girl with long light, so much it was near white, blonde hair. She wore a white spaghetti strap dress thank was nearly tight until the bottom of her stomach then puffed out and reached a length to her knees. The girl wore white sparkly leggings underneath and a white shall that reached her elbows on her arms. But what I couldn't get over was how pretty she was, naturally. Even if she was wearing make up, you couldn't see it through the perfect shade of peach skin she had. Her eyes were the sparkling green I've always wanted, I was jealous. "Is this seat taken?" She gestured torwards the empty chair next to me.

"No, it's yours if you want it," Before I could even finish she laid her tray down on the table and took a seat. 

"You seem to be new here," She started a conversation. "I'm Christine, and I was new, too." 

"My name is Jenna, and I am new. This is the first time I've been at this school," I told her as I munched into my ham sandwich. 

"You'll like it here, I hope. Not everyone dresses like their mothers can't afford to buy them clothes," I couldn't help but smile at her comment. "There is some nice people here, like me, you just have to find them.'

She went on and on about all the clubs here and a bunch of stuff I don't even remember. But my eyes were glued to the boy across the cafe, one who sadly had his arm around the waist of a brownhaired doll. His eyes were so different, a stunning blue that made you feel like you were floating in water. I just want wanted to lose myself in them, and his smile. Oh, that smile was an angel's and I was just lucky enough to be able to see it. I'm guessing Christine saw me looking at him, because she nudged me on the shoulder. 

"That's Alex Newman, star hockey player here. I think he's the goalie... Not sure though. That chick he has his arm wrapped around is Katrina Loveless. Ironic name for a girl who has been screwed more than a screw. Poor Alex, always being cheate on..." Christine shook her head. "He was in my english class last year and he spoke about her like she was angel. Far from it. He's the sweetest thing, I wish they'd just break up already."

"He's cute," I accidentally said, I covered my mouth with my hand instantly. But with those eyes, smile and the short brown hair, who wouldn't say he was? "Oops, I didn't mean to say that..."

"It's okay, Jenna. I believe he is too, but dad says I'm not aloud to date until I'm 20, so he's off the market for me," Christine sighed. "Dad's a very big christian, he believes I shouldn't date until God says it's time." 

The warning bell rang out through the entire cafe, Christine got up instantly and threw her leftovers into the garbage and laid her tray on the trash can's flat top. I stared at Alex as he kissed his fake girlfriend goodbye. If what Christine said was true then she didn't deserve a gorgeous boy like Alex. I got up and shoved all my left overs in the plastic brown bag I brought to school this morning and chucked it in the garbage. 

I ran out into the hall straight torwards my locker, grabbing my english and chemistry books so I didn't have to return to my locker anymore today. I locked it and walked away only to be pushed down by an unknown force. "Crap, I'm so sorry!" a hand came into my view, a male's hand that was clean unlike my brothers. I didn't bite him, instead I took his hand and let him help me up. 

"Thank you," I brushed the hallway dirk off my skirt, black attracts everything sadly.

"Don't mention it, I shouldn't of knocked over a pretty lady like you anyways," He walked away as soon as I saw his face.

This boy was Alex Newman.

And he just called me pretty.

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