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Chapter One: Remember Me?
Jazz's POV
"You need to act more responsible." said my mother. I rolled my eyes and started up the stairs. "Get back down here young lady!" I didn't go back. I should have but I didn't. I entered my room and slammed my door. What's happening is terrible and I can't help it. I slowly drag myself to my desktop. My ancient computer wakes up and I log in. I need someone to talk to. I don't want to talk to my mom, not without a speech. I click on the IM bar to see who's online. Yes! Bianca is online! I thought to myself.
JAZZhands123: Hey Bee?
CheerleaderBABE34: Jazz!!!
JAZZhands123: I don’t think I can go to school today. Not without Ronnie.
CheerleaderBABE34: Jazz. Yes you can. I know it’s been a year since he left, and I know it’s still hard on you.
JAZZhands123: It’s still very hard on me.
CheerleaderBABE34: Come to school. I’ll help you get through the day.
JAZZhands123: Fine but you owe me!
CheerleaderBABE34: I owe you? Ha, okay. See you at school! At your locker?
JAZZhands123: Got it. I sighed and logged off. I can't believe my love is gone and gone for two years. I didn't mean to fall in love with Ronnie, and I didn't mean to sneak around with him. My mom would have never approved and I was right. I lifted my bag on my shoulder and headed downstairs. My mom had already left for work so maybe she'll cool off. When I was out the door, I started walking to my high school. I was walking down the sidewalk, thinking how my life could get any worse when I hear, "Hey! Look out!" I didn't even have enough time to turn around when a hard body slammed into mine. I fell on the sidewalk with a thump! With a groan, I rolled over. I sat up and looked all over for the person who totally pushed me. I was about to yell when a hand suddenly was in my face. When I looked up, I internally rolled my eyes. You have got to be kidding me.
“Um, you okay?” He doesn’t even recognize me. Wow.
“No, but thanks.” With a fake smile I stood up and hitched up my backpack.
“Ouch. That hurt Jazz.” Oh, so he does recognize me.
“Shut up Jacob. I don’t need your sarcasm or your help.” Jacob arched his eyebrow. I really don’t like this guy. I mean, he’s the ‘heartthrob’ of my school and all the girls fawn over him. He has that killer smile, piercing hazel eyes, toned biceps… I shook my head. What is wrong with me today? Absent-mindedly, I tucked a piece of my dark brown hair behind my ear.
“Nervous Jazz?” asked Jacob.
“What makes you say that?” Jacob smiled.
“You always tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous.” I was shocked. He remembered that about me?
“Well, don’t sound stalkerish or anything.” I giggled. Jacob rolled his eyes but laughed too. “How about we walk to school together?”
“Sure”, said Jacob. We started walking after that. I’ve known Jacob for a while but we’re not really close. Well, we were close in middle school. We were pretty much best friend close. Then, when we all came back from summer vacation in ninth grade, we could all tell that Jacob kind of discovered working out. Our conversation was steady and very easy going. I mean, that’s how Jacob is. “Jazz, I have been meaning to ask you.”
“Ask me what?” I questioned. Jacob took an intake of breath.
“I heard about Ronnie.” I stop dead in my tracks. Oh god, I knew this was coming. I quickly shook off the feeling and continued walking.
“What about him?” I said stiffly.
“I’m sorry he left. I knew you guys were really close.” I shook my head.
“Listen, Jacob, I don’t need your sympathy or anyone else’s. Ronnie left and that’s it. I can’t do anything about it and neither can you. Don’t apologize for something that wasn’t your fault. I don’t wanna hear it.” I breathed in. I didn’t look at Jacob’s face because I knew I came off a bit rude. People kept giving me pity and I hated it. I tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Suddenly, I felt a hand under my chin. The hand slowly guided me to look up. Jacob’s eyes were soft and sincere.
“Fine. I won’t say sorry for something I didn’t do and I won’t give you anymore more sympathy. But, I’ll help you get through it. I’ll be a shoulder to cry on. Jazz, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I’ll just listen to you.” Jacob smiled. I was speechless and kind of pissed off.
“Are you kidding me? After all these years, this is the time you decide to come back and be a good friend? How stupid do you think I am?” I wrenched my chin from his grasp and jabbed my finger at his chest. “I don’t need you and I’m not one of your groupies. I don’t melt under that smile and I refuse to get lost in those eyes! You’re a complete d*ck honestly.” I took my finger from his chest and crossed my arms. Jacob just shook his head.
“Wow. I guess you see right through me don’t ya? I’m just the biggest player ever right? You want a player and a d*ck? Then I’ll give you a player and a d*ck.” With that, he brushed past me and disappeared around a corner.
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What I Left Behind
Teen FictionI've loved and I've lost... After her love has been shipped off to military school, 17 year old Jazmine 'Jazz" Lytle has lost all hope. Determined to wait for him, Jazz builds up walls and has vowed to keep her heart under lock and key. Until one d...