Witness to a Love Story

Ten: Troublemaker

I groan inwardly. Snyder has had us in his office for all of first period. Lucky for me, Snyder is making us remain absolutely quiet. Jay keeps looking over at me wearily, but I just ignore him.

As the bell rings, indicating the end of first period, I speak up. "This has been a nice chat, Snyder. Can we go now?" I raise an eyebrow at my cynical principle.

Snyder just gives me a cold smile. "I do love our chats, Sanders. I think you should stick around a bit more."

"I'd rather not," I reply while glancing at the door.

At that instant the janitor, whatever his name is, comes bursting in. He gives me and Jay a cruel smile. "Well, well, well," he says while closing the door, "looks like we have a pair of trouble makers."

Jay chuckles. "You don't know the half of it," he says with a smirk of his own. It's hard, but I manage to keep a poker face.

Snyder's eyes narrow on me. "A student was kind enough to let us know that you ditched detention and went for ice cream." He raises his brow as if amused. I have a good idea who that student was. Silently, I curse Sharon Rayes.

I shrug. "It was good ice cream." Jay and me fist bump and I give into to the smirk tugging on my lips.

"It better have been worth it because not only has your detention doubled, but you will have to do thirty hours of community service." The janitor, whose name I still can't be bothered to remember, says with a lovely wicked grin on his bulging face.

Me and Jay share a look then break out in grins of our own. In unison, we say, "Worth it."

This has the desired effect of pissing off the janitor. Snyder clears his throat and speaks with a lopsided smile. "I'm glad you two are so eager. I already have your first community service. The library is doing a book sale this weekend. You will both attend. Be there by eight am or I'll add more hours." There's a twinkle in his eye and it makes me want to puke.

The janitor pats us on the back on our way out. I have half a mind to rip off his arm, but manage to restrain myself. "So..." Jay trails off and nudges me as we wander down the hallway.

I'm in no mood for a science class with Mrs. Clyde. "I'm heading to the bleachers." I mumble, not really sure why I'm even telling him.

"Sounds like fun," Jay gives me a small smirk. He's probably happy that I'm talking to him again after the silent treatment I gave him in Snyder's office.

"Alone," I say with a bit of finality to my tone.

Jay frowns. "Come on. Don't be like that, kitty." He says with a pair of puppy dog eyes. Who knew Jay can pout like a pro?

I roll my eyes, not the least bit amused. "Don't be like what, piercings?" I stop in my tracks and ask him with my arms crossed.

Jay stops too. "You know..." he says as if it's obvious. Well it's not!

I snap at him. "What the hell do you want?! It's not like you actually care about me. You don't even know me. Just get the hell out of here, Piercings!"

Jay flinches, but doesn't move. He remains silent, studying me with those emerald eyes of his. I narrow mine. We stay like that for I don't know how long. Eventually, I sigh in defeat.

Jay gives me a full on smile and fist pumps the air. "Yes!" He calls out loudly, his voice carrying down the hallway.

I roll my eyes. "Let's go to the bleachers." I drag my feet as I walk.

Apparently, Jay is ecstatic because he's hopping around me. Meanwhile, I'm mirroring the walking dead. We seem like such an odd pair together.

A little farther down the hallway, Jay strikes up a conversation. "You're right!" He randomly shouts in my left ear.

I jerk my head at him. "What are you talking about, piercings?"

He skips around me. "I don't know you, kitty. And you don't know me."

Why? Why on earth is he bringing this up ten minutes later? And why is he in such a good mood? I thought he would be upset about the four weeks of detention and thirty hours of community service. What is with today?

First, Shamin stole my phone then gave it to Rebecca. Then she actually has the nerve to play around with my phone. And lastly, Jay is acting like a child.

"Can't we just remain not knowing each other?" I rub my temples as I feel a headache coming on.

"But..." Jay trails off and stops right in front of me, blocking the double wide doors leading outside.

"But what?" I snap at him. I never did have any patience.

Jay remains quiet for a minute. He looks up at me with sad eyes. "I thought we were friends." He says quietly.

I go to walk by Jay. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I whisper to him. "I don't have friends." Removing my hand, I push through the double doors. Then stop and lean on of them. I facepalm and grimace.

What did I just do? Did I really just say that? Well, it's the truth. Maybe I was being too harsh. I could have put it a better way. And Jay seemed like he was in such a good mood, too. I know I am having a not so great day, but do I have to ruin Jay's day? Do I have to start trouble?

Argh! What am I even thinking? I cross my arms, angry at myself. It's not like care. I don't care about anyone, least of all Jay. I don't care about him, right?...

At least I think I don't care. Why am I even thinking about this? I'm giving myself a headache. I sigh and shut my eyes. Suddenly, the doors burst open and I'm sent tumbling to the dirt.