The New Boy

Weekend

Back to Jeremy's pov
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I decided that I would try the police before anything else. It was risky, but I had to try. Besides, I don't know if I'm ready to potientially throw my life away for a girl I just met. It was 4:00 pm and I was about ready to walk to the police station when my phone started ringing. It was Lydi. Ah man. Oh well. I picked up. "Hey Lydi. What's up?" I asked, keeping the tension out of my voice. "Oh nothing much. I just wanted to tell you I don't think 7:30 will work for me. I'm going to need some extra time to get ready. Is 8:00 alright?" She asked. For a second I thought she was going to back out. She didn't thank god. "Umm yes sounds good. See you tonight then." I responded. "Ok. See you." She said, and hung up.

Tonight was bound to be cool. Although, I am a guy, and although I'd love to think I'm not a total douche, the male sex drive that i unwillingly possessed wanted Aislynn. Brain wants:Them both
Body wants: Aislynn
Heart wants: Lydia
You see the problem. It's terrible. I can't do anything about it. I kind of feel bad for using Lydia like this, but I actually do like her. And then theres Aislynn. Hot, Popular, Not completely dumb (surprising for a cheerleader), sexy, athletic, tragic, vunerable Aislynn. But Lydia. Beautiful, fun, intelligent, hard to get, wonderous, mysterious, total score Lydia. At least they're both musically skilled. Feelings are so confusing. Why does life have to be so hard.

Anyway, I walked to the police station. And then I turned around.

And I realised, if I want a chance with Aislynn, she has to be alive. So I went back home. I hopped in the shower, grabbed some nicer jeans, a botton down black tee, and my leather jacket put on my Converse, and was walking out the door, when my dad called from the kitchen "Where you going sport?" I tossed my hair up and said "Oh, no where. Why?" My dad poked his head out of the kitchen, one eyebrow raised. I was going to explain when my little brat could be heard yelling at dad from the top of the stairs, "Oh dad! Save your breath! Jere-Jere has got a hot date with some chick from school!" She looked at me with a devilish expression from where she was then ran to the piano room, giggling. Some days I hate my little sister.

She's 13, and I hate her. She has dads ginger hair, brown eyes of course and her name is the devil. I'm kidding of course, its actually Ginny, because our mom had a huge obsession with Harry Potter. She read them to us every night until I was 8. Ginny was 4, and I remember the night she didn't come home. Ginny doesn't. Since then, I re-read the books to my little brat, and she has ever since been looking for a green eyed-dark haired boy to fall in love with. The most ironic problem with this is that all of her crushes end up looking at least 40 percent like her older brother, me. It's funny as hell though, watching her see a cute stranger and say "Oh thank God, he doesn't look like Jeremy!"

She was still giggling over what she had said earlier. My dad just looked at me with respect and said "There are condoms in the upstairs bathroom, and make sure Ginny is asleep. Have fun on your date." I could feel my neck and face turn red, and I could still hear Ginny laughing as I got into my car and drove to Lydia's place.