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Dallas. Dallas. The name rang in my ears after I had seen the way Jenn face drained when I said it.
Dallas.
I was confused, maybe she knew this guy? I reasoned with myself. She couldn't. Some random transfer art student. I still couldn't shake the strange feeling in my chest when I conjured up Jenn's face again. I can nearly see her heart breaking in her pretty silver eyes.
A slamming door knock me out of my thought and back into reality. I looked up to see Honey giving me a funny look as she dropped her bag on the floor and took a swig from her water bottle. I remembered what I was wearing and understood the look.
I decided the best person to ask about Dallas would be Honey; she near nearly everything.
"So, who is this new kid?" I casually said to her, following her into the kitchen.
"Dallas?" She asked, cracking open the fridge removing a orange. "He's not new." My heart sank a little.
"What do you mean?" I was struggle to keep my voice in check.
"He's coming back. He left sometime during our sophomore year." She shrugged, then commented. "I'm surprised you don't know this."
I gave her a questioning look. "What do you mean? i don't really pay attention to art majors."
She swallowed the bite of orange in her mouth. "You pay alot of attention to a previous art major." Seeing my confusion she added, "Jenn. You know, your girlfriend? Or so I've heard."
"Jenn is a art major?" I said in wonder.
"Previous. Key word." Honey responded. "She ditched it unexpectedly this year and is going after something else. It had something to do with Dallas...or so I've heard."
"So...her and Dallas...where?"
Honey glance uneasily at me. "Why do I get this funny feeling I shouldn't be telling you this?"
"Honey, come on."
"They dated for awhile. All of freshman year. I don't know they just got into it one day and Jenn refused to forgive him. Then he moved."
I tried to wrap my mind around the idea of Jenn with some dark haired art major, giggling and in love, perfectly happy and I felt sick. I mentally slapped myself. She wants you, I told myself, she picked you.
But Dallas had been gone...
I imagined her pretty little frame tucked into some lean looking artist's arms, and showing her some great painting he made for her...I could never do that. I was the least artistically inclined person to walk the halls of our high school. I could see Jenn standing hand in hand with him, grinning, talking to Mer, without Mer getting angry and stomping away. Her friends would accept this Dallas.
I felt like crap.
It wasn't my place to decide what's best for Jenn. If she wanted him back, she wanted him back. And I just wanted her content and happy.
I was way over thinking this. I was acting like a girl.
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poor christopher! he needs to talk to her....before he goes crazy!!!
sorry it is so short, its more like 1/2 a chapter :)
<3 Cathy
