The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door

sixteen

I heard a car door slam and footsteps. I jumped off the kitchen counter and ran upstairs. I tripped a few times but I made it alive.

I heard the front door open and shut. My mother's loud heels echoed throughout the house. She is with a doubt checking everything. I heard her mumble something to herself right before the doorbell rang.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and threw myself on my bed. I spent the last seven hours cleaning the house and preparing all of the food. I put lights and a white table cloth on the dining room table and set the food out.

I now was exhausted.

I went into the bathroom and took a long relaxing hot shower. When I got out, I put on some fuzzy black pajama shorts and a black tank top.

I know I where black a lot. People think I am emo or goth. I'm not. I don't have a problem with those people but I'm not either. And it doesn't help my hair is purple either. But I honestly could care less what people think. Yes, I am very insercure about myself but I'd never do something like change myself just for someone else. All of those girls at my school are fake. I remember how a lot of them were before high school. The 'queen bee' I guess you could say, used to be so different than she is now. Her name is Hally Jackson, and back at the beginning of middle school She was the 'schools sweetheart' She was nice, all the teachers loved her, she had A's in every class, and all the students loved her.
Now she is the total oppisite. Same with a lot of the girls. They changed because society wanted them to be different, and they changed themselves.
My head towards the window when I heard tapping. I got up and went to the window. I looked through the glass and into Jc's room. A smile lit up my face when I saw him.

He was standing in the middle of his room with a sigh. It said 'Are you done with everything?' I smiled and nodded. I could see through the smile he was trying to hide. He held up another one.

'Party at Mark's?' It read. I couldn't. My mom is downstairs and if she knew that I had snuck out, well, ya know. And it's not like I can just go down there and ask her.

I sighed and opened the window. I sat on the window sill and watch Jc as he done the same. "So?" He asked hopefully. I really wanted to go with him, but I can't.

"My mom won't let me." I said. His body tensed up at the mention of my mom, but he didn't say anything.

"Just sneak out" he said. He sounded annoyed. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't she'll-" I stopped myself before I could say anything. His face fell a little but quickly changed. His jaw clenched. I looked at him confused.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened? Or are you not ready?" He said the last part mocking me. I stood up.

"What's your problem?" I said loudly. I was annoyed. Of course I'm not ready! But that doesn't give him the right to be a jerk.

"My problem is that I've been all nice and crap to you and you don't even trust me to tell me!" He yelled. Nice and crap? Was he just doing all of that just because he was mad I wouldn't tell him?

"Everything you did was just because i wouldn't tell you?" I asked in disbelief. I think he realized what he said.

He opened his mouth to say something but I stoped him.

"You know what? Just forget it, okay? Go to your stupid party." I said quietly. I shut the window and the curtain.

I can't believe him! He's such a jerk. I can't believe I ever l-

Shut up. You never like him.

Well if I did I don't anymore.

-

A shiver goes down my spine as I walk up the steps to the school. I was in such a rush this morning I forgot to grab a jacket. I look down at my skinny jeans and long sleeved crop top. I shake my head and realize how stupid I am.

I walk down the hall and make my way to my locker. I open it and stick my bag in it. Well more like throw it in. I'm so annoyed right now. Ever since that stupid fight with Jc. Our last fight I felt was my fault so I was depressed. Now I'm just ticked off because Jc is just being a jerk.

I freeze in my place when I see something that bring tears to my eyes. When he sees me he steps away. He has a look of pure guilt on his face. We stare at eachother for a minute. I turn and walk away.

A few tears fall as I try to shake away the image of Jc and that chick sucking faces. And why would he look guilty?

"Ryan?" I hear a voice behind me. I quickly wipe my tears and turn around to face a worried looking Brandon. I put on fake smile.

"What's up?" I ask trying to sound happy. He searches my face for a minute.

"Were you crying?" He asks concerned. It surprised me that he cares. We talk but we're not really close. I shake my head and he shruggs it off.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go see that new scary movie tonight?" He asks nervously. He avoids my eyes and it's kind of cute that he's nervous.

He's asking you out, you idiot. Answer!

So that means this is a date? He's asking me out on a date? The biggest player in this school is actually asking me out.

"Its okay if you don't want to. I get it. You probaly-" I cut him off.

"I'd love to." I say. He grins and pulls me into a hug. He spins me around while I laugh.

Maybe this won't be so bad.

-

*Brandon's Point Of View*

I feel really bad. I new Ryan saw Jc making out with that girl. He told me about their fight and I sent Jenna or Jenny or whatever her name is to make out with him in the hall. I know when he is upset he does stupid things like that.

Jc and Ryan like eachother. Its obvious. They just dont see it.

After Ryan saw them I chased after her. She was all vulnerable and I took that as my chance to swoop in and be her shoulder to cry on.

This is going to be easier than I thought.