IT'S FREAKING SUMMER WOOOOHOOOO! Y'all know what that means ;))) More updates!! I am past finals so know I don't have to wait until the weekend to edit! I'd like to gain more likes for the chapters so I'll update really soon if this chapter gets 3 stars. Not hard. At all. PLUS, the next chapter will be with more Leah and Jesse and maybe some more action.... So, without further a due, the next chapter.
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November 4th 12:15 pm
There is a good reason I don't associate myself with girls. One, they are extremely intimidating most of the time. Especially in their little bird flocks. They must have code names or something because they're always whispering.
Two, they seem to know a lot more about relationships than I do. Are there certain rules for texting or emojis? Do I have to wait two hours to respond or something? I really don't know how this works.
Three, I am not the most composed, social and well mannered gentleman whilst conversing myself among the female species. In other words, I can't freaking talk to them.
Now, imagine having all of those opinions and having a crush on someone. You might think to yourself, do I put my conversation skills to the test? Or shall I sit quietly during class just staring and wishing I was a better socialite.
It is of course easiest to do the latter when you're in four of their classes but that doesn't mean that's gonna get you anywhere.
Now if you haven't already figured out, I'm talking about my friend Oliver. Poor guy became a deer caught in the headlights when he attemped to just avoid, not even look at, the girl he can't stop thinking about.
This attempt ended in food being spilled and news being spread. Don't you just love high school?
I sighed and cringed as I watched a red-faced Oliver drop his cafeteria tray and apologize profusely to a flustered Jenna Hollensberg. Her friends weren't really helping the situation by gawking like fish at her newly ruined white jeans.
"Holy shit, Jenna." one of them finally said.
I rolled my eyes at her statement.
"Weren't those jeans like designer or something?"
I was really hoping they were "or something".
"What the hell is wrong with you dork?" a blonde spat at Oliver.
And that's our que.
"Look ladies, Oliver here meant no harm. I mean look at him, he's as harmless as a cute little panda bear!" Marco said trying to be lighthearted about the situation and swinging an arm around a standing tomato. Or I mean Oliver.
Jenna gave a nervous laugh and her friends glared at us like we had just robbed their house and ran over their dog.
"I don't think they look very happy and I wouldn't consider dating any of them so can we scidaddle?" Marco whispered.
I nodded slowly still lookin at the group of them.
"D-do you uh, um, need some help with your jeans?" Oliver tried with what was supposed to be a reassuring smile but it looked more like a painful grimace.
Jenna shook her head a little to fast. "No, I'll be fine thanks." And with that she scurried out of the middle of the cafeteria as fast as humanly possible, her friends in tow.
We looked around. Some people had gone back to eating but most were still looking at the crime scene with either a look of fascination, pity or amusement.
Marco gave a menacing look to everybody and that about did it.
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November 4th 3:30 pm
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Teen Fiction"Some relationships are toxic. Ours is a kind of toxic that's addicting but always ends in a crash and burn." That was the last thing she told me. I knew I wasn't the average kind but she was different. She was new. Jesse didn't expect to be noticed...
