Biography of Heartbreaks

Chapter 4 | Invitations to Trouble

Chapter 4 { Invitation to Trouble }

Savannah wasn't a stereotypical new girl.

She was recognized as the "social butterfly" of our school. Definitely the girl I've always wanted to be and probably the kind of girl that everyone else wanted to be like, too. Her charisma won her the abilities to socialize with pretty much everyone, made me kind of wish I was her sometimes. Savannah was able to bring up any boring topic and make it incredibly interesting. A discussion about The Opium War proceeded to Savannah setting her eyebrows on fire. As for me, I can't even involve myself in a simple conversation about the weather. The person just zones out of the chat and pretends they never even had the talk in first place. Then again, if I were them, I'd do that too. Even though we are very different people, Savannah and I were able to develop this special bond in global class. I guess you can say we balance each other out. It was nice to have an great friend like Savannah around. Sometimes, I feel like maybe Joey can get tired of me.

I know it's absurd to think of such a thing, but it occasionally weaseled into my mind.

I began packing my things back in my bag, as 5th period had already just ended. Glancing up, I saw Savannah hovering above me with a gleaming smile on her face.

I narrowed my eyes and stared at her for a while. "Savannah, your smile is scaring me."

She snapped out of her smile and nodded me an apology. "Sorry, habit of mine. I was thinking that we should walk to lunch together. I met a bunch of cool friends earlier, and they have the same lunch period as well. You should sit with me!"

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I frowned, hesitant at the proposal. "You're maybe comfortable with me, but not your friends."

"Oh Julianne, don't be fickle." She said, rolling her eyes. Fickle? "This is why I always see you alone. Lighten up and join me, pleeaaaassse?

I sighed, caving in. "Okay."

She jumped in glee and locked her arm to mine, dragging me towards the door. I followed along, trying to stabilize myself before tripping. Waiting for me outside was Joey. He was startled by the girl I had my arms locked with.

"Savannah, this is Joey." I began introducing. "And Joey, this is Savannah. She's new here."

Savannah released my arm and extended it to Joey. "Hey, nice to meet you!"

Joey took her hand and shook it lightly. "Nice to meet you. A friend of Julianne is also a friend of mine." 

Savannah nudged me by the arm and whispered into my ears. "Your friend is cute."

"Are you interested?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Well," she trailed off. "If he likes me."

I laughed out loud. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but you're really not his type."

"How?"

"Let's just say," I shook my head. "He prefers those carrying the Y chromosomes."

Savannah lead the way once we entered the lunchroom. Although most people enjoy lunch, I digress from it. Sure, it's a free period and all, but the lunchroom is louder than your usual zoo. I'm not joking. There is probably a higher chance you'd find peace in a monkey's den than the corner seat in the lunchroom.

We paced our way to a group on the side of the lunchroom. There, a bunch of guys were playfully shoving each other, but I couldn't really tell who they were. Some girls were loitering around busily reapplying makeup or trying to get the boy's attention. I sighed at the sight, knowing I'm not going to associate much to the group. My vision locked onto one of the girls that finished applying her lipgloss on. Wait isn't that Victoria Haynes?

"Oh my god Julianne," Joey murmured. "That's Victoria isn't it? I didn't know she hung out with Savannah."

Great, now I have to sit here and cope with the fact she didn't seduce my boyfriend away from me, during Prom. She really out did herself. The blonde in her hair is curled into loose curls making it look effortlessly flawless. It seems everyone in this school is blessed with perfect hair except for me. That's really not okay. Not to mention, those shorts should be banned from this school. I can practically see her butt cheeks sticking out, and she's sitting down. But if Victoria is here doesn't that mean Jack is with here as well? And if Jack is here...



"Julianne!" Jack waved happily. "I didn't know you'd come join us, what a surprise."

Victoria looked up, shocked as well as confusion written on her face. Her eyes shifted back to the group, trying to ignore what had happened just a while ago. I didn't really care about Victoria's moment of bewilderment. What took my breath was the boy sitting right next to Jack. He turned around; staring lazily at me. He was wearing a denim button-down with khakis. The bracelet on his arm dangled loosely as he swung his body back to the front, his back facing me.

"Can I not sit here?" I smiled anxiously at Savannah. "Your friends doesn't seem that welcoming."

Savannah frowned at my opinion. "What do you mean? Jack knows you, doesn't he? Come on Julianne, you said you'd do it for me. I'm positive everyone will like you once they get to know you. Just lighten up."

How am I suppose to reject Savannah like that? She's pretty much giving me the puppy dog face. People that makes puppy dog faces should stay away from me. I always have a hard to time refusing the proposition, and end up agreeing to it; always. It's okay, as long as you don't give eye contact to him, nothing will happen.

I sat myself down, as far away from Victoria and Elliot as possible. Two encounters with him and I get a massive rainstorm poured down on me as well as a torn up irreplaceable Beatle's shirt. Savannah sure has a funny way in picking friends. I glanced at Joey who was glaring at Victoria. Placing my hand on his shoulders, I tried to calm him down. "She's not worth the anger, Joey. It's been 2 years already. I'm over Noah."

He gave me a slight smile. "I'm know. But I can't get over the fact she would do such a thing. What a bitch."

Victoria used to be one of our closest friends. We would always hang out - you know, the kind of hanging out that entailed 7/11 runs at 1AM and midnight movie premieres? Mall trips that dragged on for several hours and text threads that bordered on, like, 10,000 messages a day. We had been inseperable and now we were separated...all because of what she had done.

Savannah clinked her glass bottle with one of the utensils on her tray. "Guys, I would like you to meet my close friend Julianne." She began, enumerating everyone. "That's Jack, I'm sure you guys already met. Daniel...and that's Ellio-"

"We've already met." Elliot interrupted, his eyes focused on me. I pulled my gaze away to the tray of food staring in front of me. Even though the hamburger was disgusting, I took a bit and gulped it down forcefully; finding something to occupy upon rather than Elliot himself.

Savannah resumed back to talking, ignoring the palpable tension between Elliot and I. "Thank you, Elliot, for that wonderful interruption. Next time, I'll throw this burger in your mouth if you do that again." Her threat was meant as a joke but Elliot didn't find it funny. He just ignored the rest of our quiet giggles and continued playing around with his food. Jeez, what crawled into his trouser?

"Madison's the girl in the corner," Savannah pointed to the girl with the flaring red hair. Her pale face redden a little, sending me a small wave as she went back to her book. "and last but not least, thats Victoria."

She turned her face towards me, the color of moon dust flickered in her eyes. Her lips spread into a plastic grin. "Julianne is it? I'm sure we're going to become great friends."

Her malicious voice was filled with sugar and sweetness. Like a sugarcoat beneath all the things she ever done, and all the things she was willing to do. It felt suffocating to know we used to know each other so well. The words "great friends" echoed in my head. As much as I wanted it to stop it from repeating, it kept going on, like dominos falling upon one another.

Jack cleared his throated as to get our attention. "I just got a text from Blaine Wilson. He's having party at his place. You guys coming?"

Everyone gave Jack as nod as a sign of acknowledgment for a yes. I stayed silent, biting my lip in conflict. I was probably not invited. It's not like I was part of their group anyways.

"What about you, Julianne?" Jack asked, dipping his soggy fries in the red pile of ketchup. I glanced up, seeing everyone staring at me for an answer. Even Elliot picked up his head, but only to look away seconds after.

I shook my head. "I think I'll pass. I'm not that good with parties."

"Why not Julianne?! Come on, it'll be fun. We're never going to be this young again. Don't stay at home and come with me. You'll have the time of your life!" Savannah whined. She threw her hands in the air, exasperated.

"Live a little, Walker." Elliot persuade, playing with his bracelets on his arms.

"I..." Stuttering, as I tried to make a decision. Jack got up and walk towards me. "You don't get to decide anymore. You're coming whether you like it or not because I want you to come. Now give me your number, I'll pick you up at 7:00."

He fished out his phone from his jean pocket and handed it to me. I succumbed to the offer and began typing in my number. I can always go there for a while and leave early.

I gave him back his phone as he sent me a breathtaking boyish grin. "See, that wasn't so bad. Promise you're going to have fun." He bid, ruffling my dark hair.

He's grey eyes sparkled in the light. He's smile was slanted to the right a little, making my heart skip a beat. It was captivating and all I could do was nod slowly, wonderstruck.

He paced back to Victoria's side. It wasn't until Jack sat back down that I realized Victoria has been staring at me the whole time. Her face was scrunched up into a hateful glare. I dropped my gaze and went back to playing with my food.



* * * * *

Mom and Dad both stared at me in confusion. My attempt to bring up the idea of me going to a party doesn't seem to upset them. Rather, they placed me down on the sofa and examined my head for a fever. It wasn't like I don't go to parties. Just, I wasn't invited to parties. It doesn't matter, really. I usually reject my parent's "offer" to make some friends at those meetings my mom keeps dragging me to. In the end, I just find myself alone, at the comfort of my home. Nothing beats the aroma of buttery popcorn and a good movie.

"So mom, does that mean I can go?" I ask nervously, toying with the loose string on my sweater.

"What? Of course honey! I'm so glad you're going to interact with your friends!" I rolled my eyes. "I just want you to not do sex, drug, and all those stuff you teenagers do."

"Mom! Why would you even bring that up?" I shrieked, my face as red as a tomato. Dad came back with a packet in his hands. He handed it me and I stared at it bewildered at the item in front of me.

It was a condom. Oh my god.

"Jerry, why would you give her that?" Mom scowled, snatching the foil from my hands. He shrugged and took a seat next to me. "What, I just thought if she didn't listen to you. She'd have something to you know.."

I buried my face in my palm, hiding from my obvious embarrassment. "Dad, why do you have that?"

"Um...Because..it's just," he stuttered. Great, now I know my parents are still very active in bed. "Forget it, I don't want to know." I sighed. My mom sat down next to me a place a hand on my lap. "I just want my little girl to be okay. Just remember to give us a call if you get into anything. Good or bad." she reassured, a warm smile on her face.

I gave her a stern look. "Mom, you and dad are planning to leave me in this house next week. I think you should be more nervous about me being okay that night than tonight. I promise you nothing bad will happen. If something comes up, I'll give you a call."

She gave my leg a light squeeze before getting up to prepare lunch. "Do you need us to give you a lift?"

"No, my friend is going to pick me up later." I reply, nonchalantly. I stood up and patted my dad's head. "I'm going to be okay dad. No worries."

He looked up, a slight smile creeping up his face. "You sure you don't need this?'' He displayed the foil package in his hand. "Dad! We're done discussing." I jogged up the stairs, faint laughter still audible in the living room.

Opening up my closet, I rummaged threw the piles of chaotic ball of clothes thrown everywhere. Let's see what we have here... Nope, too girly. Well that's pretty but I'll pass; orange does not look good on me. Maybe if I actually tried to learn and iron...oh what the hell! It's just a party, why do I have to look like I'm going to a party?

In the end, I just chose a simple black jumper and paired it with burgundy leggings. It's too cold to dress fancy, and clearly, the 'meow' written on my jumper seems fancy enough. I didn't even bother with my unkempt dark hair. It was dishevel beyond repair; tying it up in a bun will take a millennium to achieve.

A bird chirp whistled in the corner of my room. Oh, a text! I hurriedly rushed over and dived onto my bed. Landing with a thump, and earning myself a good broken rib.

Julianne, it's Jack! Be ready in an 30 minutes. Where do you live?

I rolled onto my back and began to type back a reply, saving Jack's number on my contact list.

Hey, okay got it. 34 Brook street near the St Augustus Church. Just look for the really crappy flowers in the front yard :)

I hit send and threw my phone on the side, waiting in anticipation. The bird chirp never came as I thought it would. Feeling slightly disappointed, I took a novel from my bed side and plunged into the first page of (here)The Catcher in the Rye. My eyes began to droop, occasionally dozing off into half sleeps and familiar twinkling grey eyes.

A bird whistle jolted me up, sending me a sudden charge of energy into my system. I snatched the phone from my duvet, quickly reading the text.

Come out.

Hmm, that's weird. I thought I saved Jack's number, why is this a different number then? Shrugging it off, I skipped downstairs and bided my parents goodbye. Walking out the door, the cold breeze of November circled around me, sending me tingling sensation down my spine. I walked towards my driveway, the autumn leaves crunching under my boots. Intaking a big breath of fresh air, I walked towards a familiar dark convertible. That's strange, where have I seen that car before? It's not uncommon for Jack to have a car like other people out there, Julianne.

I progress toward the car. As I slowly proceed to the passenger seat, I realized why the car looked so familiar. "What are you doing here? Where's Jack?" Sitting in the driver seat, unpretentiously, was Elliot Grey. His chestnut hair tousled upright; messy curls dangling around his face. I don't think anybody can make that hair look as dashing as he can. He was still wearing his blue denim button-down from earlier; the leather bracelet casually suspended from his arms.

"Are you planning to get in the car or what?" He scowled, emerald eyes boring into mine. "You're letting all the cold air in."

I quickly stepped inside the car, fastening up my seatbeat. Elliot started the engine and backed away from my driveway to the quiet road ahead of us. "Where's Jack?" I repeated, his face remaining impassive. "He's clearly not here if you can't see, sunshine."

"No shit, Sherlock." I retorted, rolling my eyes in annoyance. "I meant where is he right now. I thought he was suppose to drive me there. And how did you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you."

He stepped on the break slowly, as the yellow light switched to red. "You ask too many question." He complain, in a low tone. It came husky; deeper than I thought it would come out to be. "Jack had to pick up the others so I generously offer to give you a ride, since I already know where you live. As for you number, it wasn't a hard task to ask Jack or Savannah. You should be honor to have me be your driver. Considering how last time, you completely saturated my whole car."

"You offered me the ride, first of all" I grunted. "I could have just walked home in the rain."

He laughed out loud, half heartedly. "Yeah, alright. Because I am a heartless person that let's a lost puppy walk home alone." I glared at him, comtemplating whether to kill him now. "You just described yourself right now. A heartless person. First off, I wasn't a 'lost puppy'. I'm sure you're not that dumb to know people have first names and mine is Julianne."

"I live in America," he indicated. "Freedom of speech, Julianne." He's lips spread up into a slight smile and all I could do was not think how cute he looked with that look on. We spent the remaining time staying silent. I just kept my eyes out the window, enjoying the Autumn senary. Elliot continue his drive to Blaine's house, humming to the song broadcasted on the radio.

It was pretty obvious which house was Blaine. Multiple lights flashed everywhere, sending soft hues of lights above the sky. The music were blasting with mixes of dance and pop. It was definitely loud, since, soft drumming was heard even with the windows up. Most of Windsor High's students were there, socializing outside the house. Even though I don't know who this Blaine guy was, I do know he's one of the many people living in the rich county. His front yard does not measure up to how big the Victorian house stand up to.

"Are you going to just sit here for the whole entire night?" Elliot asked, already standing on my side of the doorway. How did he get out of the car so quick? "You're blocking the door, idiot. How do you expect me to get out?"

He ignored my complaint and paced forward Blaine's house. I hurriedly stepped out the car and rushed to his side, stumbling over the stubborn lace on my boots. Grabbing Elliot's shoulders, I tried to catch my balance. "Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me in the streets?" He gasped, holding me upright. My body tensed up, cold air filling my lungs. "No, my shoe lace got caught and I tripped." I let go of his grip and bent down to stuff the flimsy string in my shoe. "You're always clumsy." He groaned, walking away.

I quickly got up and catch up to him. "I wonder if you have any patience to wait for me before you walk away so soon." I huffed, trying to look tough. "The answer would be no." He pointed out. "And you're not really intimidating me with that sweater of yours on. It has the word meow on it for god sakes. I don't even think a chipmunk can be scared of you."

"Hey! What's that suppose to mean?" I pouted. "I can be fierce when I want to."

He laughed out laugh. A genuine laugh. It was light hearted; a boyish grin plastered on his face. It sounded mesmerizing, like the kind you only hear once in a lifetime. The husky tone slipped out and I can feel it break through the loud music. It was like everything was blocked out of sight, and all I can see, hear, the desire to understand it was displayed in front of me. I don't think I've ever seen this Elliot before. He seem so carefree and I wanted to do was hear the sing song voice in the night breezes again, feel the sparks of warmness bubbling inside. "Okay chipmunk. When you're ready to unleash your inner 'fierceness'," he proclaim, amplifying on the word fierceness more. "I'll stop calling you nicknames."

This time, I accelerated my speed and stepped into the crowd of fiasco waiting for me. I didn't know whether Elliot followed me or not. I hope not. The doors opened, and I was swallowed into a swarm of warm bodies.




Author's note:

I didn't know how to start this chapter. So, it took me a while to finally upload this. What do you think about the story so far? Do you like how Julianne is like towards Jack or Elliot? I don't know, a million of ideas is blooming in my mind and I'm trying to not forget it. I wish I could skip into the middle of the book and write it. Haha, but life's not like that. Anyways, leave your answers in the doobully doo (comment section) and I'll answer them as quickly as possible. As always, thanks for reading my book and stay tune!

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