I Don't Do Friends

Chapter Eight

A/N: OKAY GUYS I HAVE REVIEWED MY STORY SO FAR AND HAVE DECIDED THAT IT IS PREFERRED MORE IN JESSICA'S POV. ACTUALLY I JUST WANT TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I WILL BE CHANGING THE POVs EVERY CHAPTER UNLESS NECESSARY. THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT SO FAR. ITS BEEN REALLY HELPFUL.

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JESSICA'S POV:

'I MISS JERRY'

As weird as that sounds it is inevitably true.

I am in the lecture hall and all I can seem to think of is the fact that I haven't seen or heard from Jerry this week. As much as I love hanging around with some of my friends, I cant help but feel alone, lonely.

I honestly don't know why I feel like being near that guy always, and though I've never felt this way before I know that this feeling is strong. And now it seems like he's avoiding me.

Why else would he decide to stay at home, now of all times.

"Jessica, babe" Clara called

"Hi" And there I go again with that word. I'm starting to turn to a freak.

"Have you seen Joshua today?"

"Uhm," I mentally scrub my temples "I think I saw him with Chris" I look at her then add, "They were headed to the canteen I think".

"Thanks" She says while taking a seat besides mine. "So what's up with you?"

"Me?" I look at her, eyes open, "Nothing, really"

"It sure looks like 'Nothing'" She tells me sarcastically, placing air quotes on the nothing.

Clara is one of the girls in this department that don't appreciate their origin. She never talks about her place, only her tours outside the country. She's obviously from a well to do family and has basically everything at the tip of her fingers including the boys.

Besides the fact that she can get irritating and annoying, she's actually fun to be with when considering the free lunches, lifts and parties. She's unarguably pretty and painfully flawless. Her make-up is out of this world and then her manicures, Oh My God. Let's not talk about her curves and edges. Breathtaking, simply Breathtaking.

She has this English accent that is quite funny yet pleasing and addictive to the ears. The effect it has on the boys is unmistakably enchanting. I could not believe her when she told me that she was still a virgin. Hell, I don't even believe it now and I don't think I'll ever believe her tale.

"I honestly don't know what's wrong with me, Clara" I tell her and sigh in defeat while bending my head.

"Who is he?" She asks rather absentmindedly. This girl needs to stop watching those cliche movies, though in this case, she's actually right only that I am not going to let her know how true her words are.

"I can't tell you that, babe" What! Well at least I won't tell her who.

"Why?" She looks at me like she's hurt.

"Well..." I search for what to tell her. "Every guy you get to know becomes yours and I am not willing to share mine, sorry"

"That's it babe" she says, dramatically holding her heart. Typical. "You just broke my heart"

I roll my eyes at her dramatic self and try to hold back my laughter.

"Anyways, since you won't tell me, I suggest you walk up to the guy and let him know how you feel"