Infatuation. //

1.

7:32 pm. //

"It hit me; that you are not mine, and yet no drug can take away the pain like you can." I said to him, as we sat in the cold, soft grass.

He took a breath and softly said, "How come everybody knew that before I did..."

"Because... you dont feel the same way."

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7:15 am.

September 23, 1991. //

Me and my dad walked out of the house and to the car, heading to my new school so I could start my first day.

"After today, im walking from now on, okay?" I said as I turned the volume up on the radio.

He turned the radio down and said, "And why is that, Deen?"

He always calls me Deen... its my nickname; short for Aberdeen.

"Because the schools not that far, and walking is good for you." I turned the volume back to where I had it.

He just sighed.

Needless to say, I like my music loud. But nobody ive ever known does, not even my own father. Who I basically inherited my music taste from. He likes rock n' roll, strip down heavy metal and some traces of punk... I like rock n' roll, strip down heavy metal, and all traces of punk.

We got to the school and walked in, heading for the front office. My dad talked to the lady for a few minutes, then handed me a piece of paper, kissed my head and said, "Love you, babes, hope you have a good day!"

"Love you, too." I said as he walked out of the office door.

I saw him walk back to the car and slowly pull out of his parking space and drive off. I looked down at the paper he handed me; it was my schedule. History was first.

I folded the paper and stuffed it into my pocket, then walked through the double doors that led to the rest of the school. I didnt want to ask for directions, half of which because im pretty sure I can figure this out on my own, and the other half because im just antisocial.

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8:05 am. //

I found first period pretty quickly (thank god), and the class was going smooth, for now.

Soon enough, a boy with short, dark brown hair and green eyes turned around in his seat to face me and said, "Hey, I'm Billie Joe, you new?"

"Uh, yeah. Why? You gonna pick on me?" I said, chuckling a bit.

"Nah, dont worry," He lauged a little.

"What's your name?" He asked again.

"Jade."

"Cool. Lunch is after 4th period, sit with me?"

"Sure, i guess."

Well damn, I didnt think i'd make a friend this quick.

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8:46 am. //

I flung my backpack over my shoulder and strolled out of the classroom, before feeling a tap on my shoulder.