I jerked forward into the locker.
"Wow there Kristen! Are you okay?"
I gulped down my embarrassment, trying to hide it from him.
"I'm JC."
"I knew that." I replied in a snotty tone. I immediately regretted it though, because he looked awful offended.
"Just making sure." He replied, then loosened his clenched teeth.
I sat there staring at his soft light gray vans. I had nothing to say to him.
"So why aren't you in class?" He slid down by my side.
"Just got back from a doctors appointment." I said while using the lockers to assist me back up to my feet.
JC frowned as he noticed I wanted nothing to do with him. "Well I'll see you around then."
"I guess.. Whatever." I grunted as I turned the opposite direction from him and walked to class. He had ruined my chance to commit suicide.
{JC's POV}
She walked the opposite way from me. Hopefully she is walking to class, and not just trying to avoid me.
She. is. beautiful.
Her shoulder-length dark chocolate hair, kind eyes, and gorgeous smile.
My mind kept drifting into thoughts of Kristen as I walked through the bare corridors of our school.
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{Kristen's POV}
The lunch bell rang; everyone seemed in a hurry to get to the lunch line or get the best seat in the whole cafeteria-- the ones next to the outlet for phone chargers-- but i was on my way to the bathroom. Why? To throw up. I wasn't going to be consuming food into my body, I was going to be removing it.
I casually strolled down past the tables with outlets, full with bickering students, fighting about who would get to use them, when all of a sudden I saw JC's soft brown hair flip my direction.
Shit.
His smile seemed to radiate through all my pain and get to a layer of love.
I winced, wishing he wouldn't have noticed me.
I slowly grinned back. I could feel my eyes tearing up spontaneously.
"Kristen? Kristen, are you crying?"
"Uh yeah, JC."
"What?"
Colette appeared in front of me with little wrinkles scrunched on her nose.
"What? Oh I thought you were someone else."
"Obviously! Well anyway, this weekend I have this hugs science project and my english teacher assigned..."
My focus drifted away from Colette as I saw JC turn around and walk the other way from me. Whoops. I guess Colette ruined his chance to say hi... or he wasn't even planning to talk to me.
"...So what are you doing?"
"HUH?"
"Kristen, I said, what are you doing..."
My face must have contorted into a strange face because Colette did her typical "roll of the eyes; let me repeat myself".
"...this weekend, what are you doing?"
"Oh. Nothing really."
I glanced down at my feet. Colette always had plans and I seemed to be her loser best friend who didn't even have one plan over the weekend.
"Oh. Your life sucks."
Even though she meant to be sarcastic, the comment felt very real. My life DID suck. And i didn't ever try to improve it.
"By the way, I heard Harley talking shit about you. She said you should go to hell."
Harley.
Used to be my best friend. But all of a sudden in 7th grade, she became a bitch.
The bell rang its high pitched tone that made my head go bananas.
"Fucking bell," I exclaimed, forgetting Colette was still standing with me.
"You know it," Colette winked.
I jetted off to class, expecting my teacher to start yelling at me when I arrived in class late. And as I suspected, she did.
"Kristen! Where were you?"
"Well someone told me to go to hell, so I was searching for it, and looks like I finally found it!" I remarked with a sarcastic tone and fake smile.
The class erupted in laughter. They are so ignorant. Haven't they ever heard that one before? I didn't want the class to laugh; I just wanted to say it.
"Take a seat, Kristen. That's enough of you."
I stared at the ground while walking through the rows of desks. People's feet were either tapping an unrhythmic beat, or extending out into the row for me to trip over. But there was one excruciatingly long leg sticking out.
"Move."
Nothing happened.
"I said MOVE."
Again, nothing happened.
"Okay, like could you not be a bi--"
Their leg moved out of the way in a swift movement.
"Oh. Thanks."
I glared up.
Stupid decision.
Right in front of me sat JC. Whoops.
