Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Fourteen

I stared at my bedroom ceiling, it was almost a solid white except for the few spots of blue from the last owners' painting job. I attempted to count the spots, but it was no use there were way too many for my petite mind to wrap around. The color resembled someone's past, someone's story. Almost like my scars represented my story. I closed my eyes and remembered the time daddy painted my walls with his high school buddy, Andrew, who's wife sat in the corner and had a tea party with me. It was one memory I actually wanted to remember, it was fun to have a woman to play with and not a man who always may his voice go very high to mock a member of the opposite species.

I got up from my bed, it was week three of my new school. I couldn't believe it's been so long since I met Christine or Alex. It felt like yesterday I was just laying my eyes on their beauty, I was the oddball out in the friendship. This week, though, was different. Christine was off to a choir contest and Alex was at a hockey tournament. I was left alone, and I was scared.

I piled on usual attire, black clothes and straight hair. The morning went by really slow without having Christine to talk to in the hallways and Alex to pick on me. They were both gone. So I went class to class alone. But when lunch came, I sat on my own with a brown-bagged lunch. No one really paid attention, that I saw.

"You're that new kid right? The one who hangs out with Alex Newman?" A voice popped out of no where, I looked up from my ham sandwich to three girls. They were all beautiful, great more people to make me jealous.

"I have a name, Jenna," I snarled.

"I'm Kathleen," She smiled, laying her lunch down onto the table. "And this is Jean and Valerie. We saw you eating alone and decided to come have a chat. Blondie not here?" The other laid their trays on both sides of Kathleen.

"You mean Christine?" I raised a eyebrow at Kathleen, mostly examining her features. She had shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. They were so soft, softer than any I ever saw before in my life.

"Yeah, her!" The girl I identified as Valerie snapped her fingers in excitement. She was different than the other two. Her eyes were a solid green and her hair shoulder length like Kathleen's, but a dark brown, almost the color of gravel in my Nana's old garden. But what separated her from the others was her black framed bold glasses with medium sized frames, almost hipster like. But still admirably beautiful.

I stared at the last remaining girl. She was quiet and tilted her head down at her food. She was shy, I could automatically tell. Her face had a fluffy feel, not fat but full, a healthy, beautiful full. Her eyes were a lighter green and were bright as the grass in school yard, with a frame of thick and big natural eye lashes. Jean was gorgeous, no hiding that!

"She's not here for the week," I chewed on a bite of my sandwich.

"Oh why not?" Kathleen folded her arms and laid them on the table, she was completely stunning. Maybe Alex was right and there was a little bit of lesbian in me or I just recognized that some people were prettier than me, way more prettier.

"Reasons," I hid the fact she was at church choir. She hated when people knew she had to skip school for church.

"Okay," Kathleen nodded and ate a bit of her Caesar salad.

The rest of lunch was quiet, then I noticed something. Jean was in many of my classes, Valerie was in none and Kathleen was in my chemistry class I shared a partnership with Alex in. She sat in the front with someone who I think was possibly named Louis. But Jean, Jean sat in the back near me and Alex with a lab partner that looked out of whack. Maybe I could form a new friendship and become friends with her.

"Jean, do you have a class next period? With Mrs. Harris?" I politely asked her.

"Are you trying to befriend here? Good luck, she's so quiet," the bell interrupted Kathleen's words and the three girls walked off without a sound.

Well there goes my chance for a new friend, guess I'm stuck with Christine and Alex as my only friends.

***

I chucked my bookbag onto the kitchen table and ran to my bedroom. I flicked open my laptop that say on my desk, well actually it was Alex's but he forced me to take it so I could video call him while he's on his tournament. I opened the messenger and waited for a call from him.

It took him ages to call, and when he did he was shirtless and wet from either water or sweat and I secretly hoped it was water because sweat was gross. He kept laughing the entire time I was on video and tried to speak. I came to the conclusion that he was laughing at the fact my mouth was moving and he couldn't here a thing. I gave up after a while and just hung up and texted him.

I sat awake in bed for a while, waiting for a miracle to happen but yet nothing did. I just sat there and continued to count the blue spots.