Jade's POV...
"Alright, since it is the beginning of the year, I don't know anything about you lovely walks of life. So, starting from Perrie and then making our way to the back, I want you to stand up, give us your name and something you think everyone should know about yourself." I spoke, walking to the front of my desk before taking a seat on it.
Perrie's strong Geordie accent filled my ears shortly after. "But, Ms. Thirlwall, shouldn't you start? You are new here and all."
I glared at her, giving her the "Wipe that smirk off your face" look that I was sure she'd gotten before with the attitude she had. I just smiled sweetly, nodding. "That's a lovely idea. Well, I'm Ms. Thirlwall, and I love anything and everything Disney." I said in one breath, motioning to Perrie.
She stood up, her shirt riding up a little revealing a long scar, right above her toned abs. "Well, I'm Perrie Edwards, and I'm what you call a flaming gay. So, there's that." She smirked and sent me a wink, making my cheeks turn a dark red colour. "Well, um, thank you for sharing that with us." I stuttered out, straightening my blazer and crossing one of my legs over the other. God she's something, isn't she?
The rest of the class period was spent sharing things about ourselves, but my mind just kept drifting to the scar I saw on Perrie's stomach. I don't know why, it looked like nothing more than a surgery scar, but something about her was... off. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
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"Knock-Knock." I jumped, holding my hand over my heart.
I turned around, seeing Jesy, a maths teacher, in the doorway. "You scared me!" She laughed, walking in and sitting on a desk.
"How's your first day of teaching going so far?" She asked. I smiled, "It's going pretty good, actually." I answered truthfully.
Her face turned up. "Really? I guess you don't have that Perrie girl." I giggled at her comment, shaking my head, "No, I have her. What's wrong with her?"
Yeah, she was loud, bold, and never quit talking, but I haven't categorized her as a trouble maker yet. She kind of fascinated me, the way she dressed, the way she could comfort her friend one second then pop a snarky remark the next. She reminded me of someone I always wanted to be like in highschool, but never was. Always being the center of attention, having tons of friends, just having people wrapped around your finger. And I could tell already that's what Perrie's reputation has come of in her few years of highschool. I quite liked her humor, which was half the reason I sat her next to me. She was witty, as soon as she stepped in the classroom it lit up with personality.
I liked people like that. That's how my dad was, very happy and funny all the time, he could put a smile on anyone's face no matter the situation. He died when I was 17, he was stationed in Afghanistan for three years straight prior to his death, and when he came home his PTSD consumed so much of his mentality that he ended up killing himself. I really looked up to him, because even though he wasn't happy inside, his only concern was that his kids were. My mum didn't take any of it well. She fell into depression, she over-worked herself in hopes that it would make her forget. It never did, though. It only put more stress onto her, she never got sleep, she never let herself think. She didn't want to, she said all she could ever think of was dad, so she kept herself busy. I wish I could go back in time and do something to have stopped her from it, all it did was drive her 6 feet under. Literally. Like I said, she never slept, which led her to falling asleep behind the wheel. I remember the feeling I had when I got the news, I felt like everyone in the world was against me. Like some greater force, God, karma, fate even, was doing this to me because of who I was.
I realized I was different at a young age, 7th grade, actually. I was at my best friend Danielle's birthday sleepover and we were all changing into our sleep clothes. I was always a curious kid, puberty didn't help at all with that. Especially since my friends were all developing boobs and figures, while all I had for myself was a bit of a butt. Anyways, a friend of Danielle's, Selena, was changing her shirt and I found myself staring at her chest. I couldn't stop, and I think she realized, because after she had her shirt on she smiled at me and blushed. She was actually my first girlfriend, it turns out. We dated from the end of 7th grade all the way to junior year when my dad passed away. She was my first love, but my dad took a part of me with him when he died, a part that took me years to get back. It was the part of me that had life in it. It led Selena and I to splitting, she said she couldn't look me in the eye anymore; that it made her want to cry everytime she did because of all of the life that had drained from them, that they lost the sparkle, and I didn't love her the same way I did before. She said she'd be there when I found myself, that wasn't true. She ended up marrying one of our best friends, Demi.
I had nobody left, but I was okay on my own. Except that I forgot what love felt like. Danielle kept telling me that can fuck a person up, I refused to believe that.
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Jesy sighed, running her fingers through long hair, "She came into my class, ate after I told her not to, then fell asleep." I laughed at that, but apparently she didn't think it was all too funny. "Why are you laughing? That's so disrespectful." She asked, her eyebrows furrowing.
