The one

chapter 10: bitch fights and proof

The next week went by at a super fast past, and it was mostely good. On mondy Jake bounced back to normal, and I tried to forget about how he acted at my house this weekend. that week We only had 4 school days together before he went away for a week, and we barely saw eachother after school because of football. And when I would walk in the halls i could hear people talking about me.

“Shes a slut”

“Jake is too good for her”

“She doesnt deserve Jake”

“Hes just using her”

people would say as I walked by, and it led me to start to believe these things. When friday came Jake and John went out of town for the next whole week, leaving friday morning and not coming back until the next thursday morning, which was this morning, so Alex stayed over the whole weekend each weekend, but here it was again thursday morning. I got ready, pulling my hair into a sheek pony tail and putting on high waisted black jeans, floral tank top, oxfords and oversized creme sweater. I got to school and waited at my locker for Jake, part of me not wanting to see him. Its been a week since Ive seen him and even though things were kind of okay with us, but I still keep thinking about how hes not like John. We barely got to hang at all this week because of his intense football practices, but its over now. I finally saw him aproaching and my knees started to weaken. Holy shit he looked good. He had on a teal civil tshirt, and black jeans with black vans. Nothing special, but he looked perfect. He saw me checking him out and he smiled,

“What” he asked.

I shook my head, “n-nothing you just look, um wow.” I said

. He started laughing, “babe so do you!” i blushed.

He gave me a tight hug, “I missed you alot” he said,

I hugged him back tight, “I missed you too”.

“Im really sorry for how distant ive been lately Jane. I swear ill explain." he said, "Here let me take your books babe” he said, taking them from my hand.

We walked in class and just as I walked by this girl in my class, hannah, she looked at me and laughed. I stopped and looked back at her.

“What are you laughing at.” I said coldly.

The whole class got quiet and watched us.

She looked at me laughing, “Your outfit.”

I looked down, my outfit was cute, she was wearing a tshirt and jeans.

“My outfit?” I asked, “What Is wrong with my outfit?”

she laughed again, “you are wearing pants up to your waist, a big sweater, and weird shoes.” she said.

I looked at my outfit again, my shoes were oxfords, everyone in NYC owend at least 5 pairs. “Have you ever looked in a fashion magazine?” i spat at her.

“I dont need magazines to tell me how to dress.” she said.

I stopped and looked around. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and was staring at us. I looked back at hannah,

“Oh yeah. Im sorry, i forgot. You dont need a magazine to tell you how to dress like a Dyke.” I said.

She dropped her jaw, everyone started laughing and I turned around and walked towards my seat.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” She screamed from behind me.

Everyone got quiet. I turned around, she was standing up, her face red.