The Senior ♡ Jack J

Six

I'm so so sorry for not updating for a while. I'm actually thinking of having updating days, maybe Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Minus Saturday if it's too much for me. Tell me what days you want me to update, at least three days in the week would be a nice schedule.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. :)

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I went along with my new schedule for the first part of the day. Nothing about my day was changed except lunch and math. Sure, I had friends at lunch and I wouldn't just ditch them for some guy, but it was a chance to re-unite with him, even though he doesn't even remember me. Of course I had a shitload of classes with my other friends, so it didn't bug them that much.

It was around the time where all of us would leave for fourth period, but, it was actually time for me to go to the senior lunch.

I said goodbye to my friends and to Ms. Denn, the chorus director.

I had no idea who he sat with and where Johnson sat. It was a huge ass school and there's over 4000 students attending West Side High. You could imagine how big the cafeteria was.

Maggie had told me in the morning that Johnson sat some where near her table, but she didn't know exactly where. Of course Alli wanted Johnson to sit near her, well, a seat near her. Because miss fucking perfect had to get exactly what she wanted.

But, what happened on Friday probably changed. I didn't know if Jack was really angry that he would sit at a different table. All I knew, is that he sat with these other jocks.

I kind've feel like a stalker doing all of this, learning more about him, trying to find ways to see him, but it was all for one reason. Jack Johnson is utterly perfect. My belly filled with butterflies, even thinking of him. He's such a sweet guy and every time you would talk to him, he would make you feel so special, and worthy of his time.

Look up perfection in the dictionary. What do you see? Jack. Fucking. Johnson. Google, type in perfection. Jack Johnson. Bing, no one uses that shit but, look up perfection. Jack Johnson.

Any other search engine you use, JACK FUCKING JOHNSON WILL SHOW UP IN THE DEFINITION OF PERFECTION. Even though he's not actually famous. But he's still a perfect little fuck.

I was so hurt in the sixth grade when he didn't recognize me. AFTER ALL THAT POPCORN I GAVE HIM. I chuckled at the thoughts in my head as the bell rung, signaling for the next class, or lunch, for myself and the highest grade.

Nervousness was building up inside of me, every step I took was a step closer to finding Jack and him noticing me. This shit would all be easier if the hoebag recognized me in sixth grade.

I pushed open the doors, taking a few steps inside.

Maggie had gym right before Lunch, which was right across the courtyard from where the chorus room was located. We didn't have time to find each other, and besides, I was on my own for this, "mission." I actually had no idea if Maggie and Jack were friends, or anything of the sort.

I skimmed over the large cafeteria and found a familiar face. It was Maggie. She's in here already? Hm. She was standing near the vending machine, grabbing a few dollars out of the small pocket of her Jansport backpack.

I took slow steps, looking around. I looked like a lost puppy. And, I kind've was. Minus the puppy.

I squinted and almost gasped. I let a small smirk appear across my face. I found him!

He seemed to be sitting with Sammy, Gilinsky and...Alli? What? There were a few other people there, but I didn't recognize them.

I slowly strolled down the aisles of the tables and reached their wooden table. My began to beat fast as Johnson turned to look at me.

"U-uh, I am a--um, junior, I- Um, switched classes and now I have lunch at th-this time. I couldn't find another seat, u-um, do you mind if I sit here?" I wanted to neck myself as I spoke. I sounded like an idiot. Completely retarded! I wanted to just run away.

"No, I don't mind, here, sit next to me."