Precious

Sleeping Beauty

I wonder, I wonder

I wonder why each 

Little bird has someone

To sing to sweet things to

A gay little love melody?

I wonder, I wonder

If my heart keeps singing

Will my song go winging

To someone who'll find me

And bring back a love song to me?

I Wonder from Sleeping Beauty

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Sleeping Beauty

On my way home, I started to think about what had happened. Why did Alexander act so interested in me, and then so hateful? Why was he so cruel towards me? What was it that made him the only thing that I thought about? Did I really hate Alexander?

Yes, I did hate him. I felt extreme feelings of anger towards him and those feelings were the only certain things I had about him.

"What are you thinking about?" Jude stared at me from across me inquisitively after taking off his blazer and throwing it in the seat next to him.

"No one," I said, in an almost whispered tone as I stared out the tinted window, watching trees pass me by.

"What do you think about Alexander?" Jude asked expectantly, waiting for my reaction. My head whipped in his direction faster than I would've liked, and he most certainly noticed.

"Alexander? I think-" I paused, and opened and closed my mouth a few times. "Nothing. He's irrelevant." I tried to sound indifferent; I failed terribly.

"Estella," Jude started to snicker. "You can't lie to me, even when you're actually trying. I know there's something going on. The whole school's been talking about you two."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, and semi-laughed, "the only thing that exists between us is an extremely passionate hatred for each other." His comment made me so upset I even punched his arm.

How dare he accuse me of having feelings for someone! How dare he accuse me of having feelings for Alexander!

"Ow." He laughed as he rubbed his arm. "Tell me what you think of him Estella, and I want the truth this time." Jude said a little more seriously.

"I think that-" I was about to continue with a lie, but I re-evaluated and decided to tell him the truth. "He's irritating, insulting, incredibly annoying. Idiotic, and-"

"Irresistible?" Jude asked.

"Of course not, Jude!" I replied, outraged at his extremely stupid comment.

"I hate him, you know what he told me today? He said, 'I don't fall for people who destroy other's lives'", I repeated his words and mimicked Alexander voice. "I hate him more than I've ever hated someone - definitely more than Hector." I said, "And the worst part of all, is that he's the most popular guy in the grade." I sighed.

"More than Hector?" Jude's eyes widened, the corner of his lips turned up. "I didn't

know that was possible."

Back in New York, Jude and I had only one rival who spent the entire year harassing us to no end, his name was Hector Dimming. Hector was very popular, and was Jude's mortal enemy. He was conniving, twisted, evil, and used his father's connection to threaten Jude on several occasions. Why did he hate us? He somehow found out how badly Jude bullied his cousin, Fabi, for years.