A Teen Life

Chapter 3

“Jonas’s P.O.V”

 

I hear Isabella flipping out on Lance. She begins to storm my way. She is fuming with anger, I can tell the worst thing to do would be to talk to her.

 

“Bells you alright dear? What’s wrong.” Gregory comes over, pulling Isabella in for a hug, he squeezes tightly before letting her go. She pushes his chest, trying to avoid his grip. Gregory picks her up and throws her  over his shoulder. Isabella begins to flare wildly, I give the man credit, he has guts to do that.

 

“Gregory I swear!” She fusses some more then stops. She opens her mouth wide and bite his back. Gregory jumps and sets her down, rubbing his back he gives her a weird look. “Did I mention I bite?” She giggles and tightens her ponytail. She walks over to me.

 

“Lance, is dumping Cianna as we speak when she gets over here she will not only be a total train wreck but she will be so upset she will speak in a foreign language, I will cover her if it is Italian but you got her if it is german, right?”

 

“Yeah.” Just then we hear lance yelling at Cianna. I reach to grab Isabella but it is too late, if I know my best friend, and I sure do know her! She will go and punch Lance before kicking him in the nads, and then yell at him. Next she will comfort her sister, who will in turn cry, and hug her. Lance will probably flip out and thats when I step in.

 

“Lance!” I holler walking over.

 

“What do you want Jonas.” he snaps.

 

“Oh please boy you don’t have the looks, the charm, or the attitude to even attempt  that tone with me.” I sassily say back.

 

“Shut up faggot!” he is in my face, attempting yet again to intimidate me. Lance has always hated me and I have always played nice for my girl but, he just broke her heart. So I have the right not to be.

 

“Please you want this!” I sarcastically say back. Putting my hands on my hips.

 

“Want you? Please Jonas, I am straight. You are ugly and I am not. Also you are just a gay moron.” some people would say that he had taken it to far, honestly being black, and gay. I have had my share of bias behavior, and immature behavior at that.

 

“I have a question for you. Do you drink hater-aid, because I’m gay or because I'm black? Or are you just an all around jerk?” I say earning a few giggles from the crowed. Isabella has taken her sister away, I’m sure by now Gregory has gone to help them. If this guy try to fight me he is not only, over a head taller than me, but much larger altogether. With his slick back hair and his broad shoulders, he would be hot, if he was nice.

 

“Shut up!”Who was that? “Y’all need to shut your mouths! Would y’all stop hatin'’ on Jonas? He is gay. So what? At least he doesn’t hide it! He is himself. That is a lot more than Lance can say!” Is that Nathan? “Stop being bias pricks and be nice for once in your lives!” Why is the star football player standing up for me? “ Oh and Lance? Go hang out with your new girl Tiffany, I’m sure she is absolutely amazing! She has only dated 37 guys. I mean I would say 38 but you don’t count!” Nathan storms out of the parking lot and back to his car. I smile wildly and head over to my friends. When I get there it is a sad sight to see.

 

Cianna was sobbing on Isabella, and Gregory looked like he had never dealt with emotional teen girls before. As he stood there dumbfounded and acting completely stupid, watching the two girls sit in the passenger seat and holding each other, Cianna spoke.

 

“Lui ha rotto con me per Tiffany, a quanto pare ha tradito anche me!” she sobbed, even if you could understand Italian, you would need to understand sobs-talk also. Good thing I do!

“He broke up with you for Tiffany, and he had been cheating on you!” Isabella snaps. I seriously am surprised she hasn’t lost it! Her fist clench and then she does. “He... CHEATED ON YOU! WHAT A JERK! I’M GOING FOR A WALK BEFORE I MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T EVEN SEE YOU AGAIN TO APOLOGIZE!” She storms off dragging Gregory with her. Leaving me, Bennet, and Hollis, to deal with an over emotional girl. Also I am the only one who can understand her. I tell the others to leave and sit there in the seat and just hold her. Why am I such a good friend?