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Jenny the Jerk

Jenny Banksworth... My newest friend... Well to be honest I wouldn't even consider her a friend... Not after what she did. Myself, and the rest of my existing friendship group were introduced to Jenny by Kate, Kate is our friend from the year below, from George's year, so we'd get updates about his recent mishaps from her. Anyway, back to Jenny, Jenny was one year younger than Kate, so she was a bit over 2 years younger than the rest of us, this didn't stop me from being jealous of her though... I was jealous because she liked George... and from what I could tell her liked her back too! I know George didn't belong to me or anything like that, but she knew that I liked him yet continued to flirt with him, not a good first impression to your new "friend". And if it wasn't for all that she still continued to rub her flirting right in my face like a proper bitchy cow, come on woman! She bragged and bragged constintly all day long to the point that her voice irritated me so much it sickened me, it literally make me want to be sick all over her long, ginger hair. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gingers, and have had numerous ginger friends in the past, infact I love their hair which added more to my jealousy of Jenny. I admit it was immature of me to let this get in the way of a possible new friendship, but I really couldn't see how me and her could ever get along well. After night after night of sorrow I finally, unwillingly stepped out the way for Jenny and George to be tohgether, after all I didn't deserve him, I was and always would be one of the unpopular kids...

I didn't confide in Chris for my problems, I wasn't sure if I could speak to him anymore confidently, I wasn't sure who I could turn to for help or advice. It seemed like the whole world was against me and my quest for achiving long sought after happiness. I was so fragile that I felt that I'd have to accept the next dating offer I recieved or I'd be doomed to eternal lonelyness for the rest of my sad existence. It seemed everyone else I knew was in a relationship, some had even experienced the pleasure of sexual intercourse (though I was more intrested in the dating part than this, I was intending to wait until 16 or over before having any sort of contact like this). Sure my friends weren't dating either but that didn't stop the craving I had for a boyfriend, stupid teenage hormones curse you! It wasn't like I was expecting to be asked out anytime soon because I wasn't anything special; I mean who wants to date a girl who's under the average height, only has 5 friends (litrally, but bear in mind I don't consider that Jenny Banksworth a friend of mind...), has no fashion sense at all... The list goes on, and for a long time too. I wasn't especially pretty, the only thing I had which could attract a guy was a D sized pair of breasts (Yes, I was 14 and owned a pair of D cups) but that wasn't going to get me anywhere as I'm not usually the kinda girl to go round in low-cut or tight tops, and especially to flash people! So there was no way that factor was going to boost my chances with a guy anyway. Also I wasn't really keen on the kinda jerk that just stared at woman's tits all day instead of actually progressing in life, I was way better off being single forever than being stuck with some user like that!

Little did I know that my next offer was just round the corner...