Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 15

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Jasmine's POV
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Yesterday when Lacey called me, I was so excited that Michael wanted to meet her and what's more, they already know each other. Unfortunately, in the midst of my ultimate fangirl moment, something else she said that was really important was lost on me.

She said Al wouldn't help her.

Why would Al not have told her that I had a ticket? Why would he not give her any idea at all? Did he not listen to my advice to keep a close eye on Lacey like I thought? These questions haunted me as I tried to prepare for May.

Around Miami, the tourists start coming to go to the beach in late April, early May. Tourists means lots of other kids to hang around and lots of parties and things like that. Good thing Rachel and I aren't completely socially inept.

If I was giving my only concert ticket to Lacey, that still meant we weren't going to see each other in Sydney, so I was thinking about inviting her to Florida for party season. The only problem is getting her here.

I do pride myself on being a saver, not a spender, but last night when I was counting my money, I was only half way there in way of buying Lacey a plane ticket. My mom said I'd have to come up with the money on my own, so I really only had one other option.

"Rachel?" I asked her one Saturday when I was chilling over at her house.

"Yeah?" She asked, looking up from the magazine she was reading.

"Do you still have all that money we saved when we were little, saying we were going to spend it on our prom dresses when we were little?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course! Turns out buying something on sale at Stein Mart was totally worth it cause I still have like three hundred dollars," she said with a smile.

"Well, what do you think of my internet friend Lacey..."
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Lacey's POV
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"Hey sweetie! How was school? Did you try your best?" Were the questions my mother threw at me the second I walked in the front door.

"Yes mom, I tried my best," I held back from rolling my eyes cause I knew it would just aggravate the situation.

"Good! Got any homework?" Good grief! Just because I get one C in my entire life, the woman thinks she has to ride me like a jockey.

"Yes mum, we get homework every day," I started to go up the stairs so I could do my crap ton of homework in peace, until she just had to say something else that really got on my nerves. And here I was having such a good day.

"Oh, honey, before you go, I want you to know I saw Charlotte white when I was coming home from work today. She was going off campus to get lunch and we spoke and I said I was sad to see the two of you grow apart so much! How come you never and around her anymore? You're always talking to that girl from America on the Internet and I suppose Al is a nice boy, but he's just that: a boy. You need some more girl friends in your life, Lacey. I think that's what's been getting you all depressed lately," she finally finished.

If you can't already tell, I never tell my mum about the bullying and I sure as hell never told her what happened between Charlotte and I. I'd be grounded for life if she ever knew the whole story. So, as always, I had to make up some excuse to get her to leave me alone and not to worry about me.

"Ya know mum, sometimes friends just grow apart. And I have plenty of friends, I'm just stressed with school, that's all. Can I go do my homework now?"

"I suppose," she sighed. It's a shame. The two of you have so much in common, both of you are kind girls and lovely artists," she said what I guess she thought was u see her breath, but I heard.

I have her a quizzical look, "Charlotte doesn't draw, mum," and at long last I got to finish climbing the stairs and enter my bedroom which held the safety of the two things I'm good at: school work, and the Internet.
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"G'day!" I said cheerily to Al, mimicking his country accent when we met on our walk to school the next morning. Since Jasmine told me there was still a way for me to go to the concert, I had been in much better spirits. The rumors at school didn't bother me so much anymore, but Al's behavior did.

Lately, it seemed our roles had switched: Al was the quiet one that barely speaks and I'm the one always trying to engage him in conversation. I guess it was partially my fault, maybe I hurt his feelings when I was shutting him out all those weeks, but I don't know how to stop it! It's like when I feel depressed, this whole new personality takes over and I'm rude and standoffish and I just shut people out. I know it's not who I really am, but something in my brain just makes me act that way. And now I'm paying the price because Al won't even talk to me.

"How's your mornin' been, mate?" I asked him, still keeping up the thick accent and acting happy. I know Al can't stand being sad when everyone around him is happy. Something about the good nature of people makes him happy too, which is one of the things I love about Al.

"Okay," he replied with his head down, still looking at his shoes. I smiled when I saw he was still wearing the work boots he was wearing the same day that I first met him and that he probably wore to work on his farm. The kid still hadn't bothered to go buy new shoes to keep up with the trends.

"Well that's good," after that I gave up and we just walked the rest of the way to school in silence.

It's not really the silence that worries me. Maybe Al's just sad about something, I get the same way when I'm depressed. No, the thing that concerns me most about all of this is that he started talking to Charlotte instead.
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"Hey hey hey Al, ol' buddy ol' pal!" I said when he joined me for lunch at our usual picnic table outside. I know it's out of character, but at this point I was trying everything. Besides, Al was being more out of sorts than I was.

He nodded at me and sat down where he started eating his lunch in silence. I fought the urge to beat my head against the table in frustration. Just when I was about to say something else, I was rudely interrupted by a heinous she devil.

"Alexander! Come sit with us?" She batted her eyelashes and patted the seat of the bench on her left. Lance say to her right with his arm tightly around her and her two "best friends" sat across.

Al may be shutting me out and talking to Charlotte a little when he sees her in the hallway, but I knew this is where he would draw the line. Al is a loyal friend and he-

And he got up to go sit with Charlotte. It may have just been my imagination, but I felt like I had a heart attack, only I didn't get the mercy of passing out.
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End of part 15.

Okay, THIS is the real chapter for today. :P Y'all like my April fools joke?

I'll tell you what's not an April Fools joke, I almost ripped my dads hand off trying to pull him on a motorcycle with a tractor. :/ He needs stitches. Oops.

Anyway, the concert is coming soon. Maybe five or six more chapters. Hope y'all stick around that long! I feel like the whole story is kinda a mess though. Is the plot making any sense to you guys? Cause really, I'm just freestyling.

Song of the day: Our Song by Taylor Swift

-SJ