Two days later, it was a school day once again. Early in the morning, I had taken a nice warm shower dressed into some warmer clothes, dad was saying that the weather will be starting to change on us. I didn't have much warm clothes always summer clothes.
Before I lived in a warm town where we barely had winter. Winter would come and hardly stay for barely a week, the snow didn't stay on the grounds and trees for an enough time for a picture. So after getting dressed and eating breakfast, dad wanted help with the trash bins.
After helping him set the bins at the edge of the driveway, grabbing my bike and hopping on, passing by him I waved to him. Riding down the streets, breaking for lights and cars, I managed to get to the parking lot at the school. Locking my bike up, Jesse suddenly picked me up.
"Hey beautiful" he said lowering me back down. "Hi Jesse" I said fixing my outfit. "So...how goes it ?" he asked as his arm quickly moved up over my shoulder. "Going fine" I told him. "Great, you look cute" he eyed me up and down.
It wasn't much just blue jeans, a grey scarf with my only one sweater I had and wearing my old pink converse shoes. "Thanks" I smiled, he then pulled me in closer towards him that I could smell his cologne.
Jesse was wearing black ripped jeans, and a black stretchy shirt. Noticing both of his arms were nearly covered in tattoo's, "I didn't know you had tattoo's" I glanced at them. "Aren't they cool ?" he asked me. "Their nice, how many do you have ?" I asked. "Think about twenty or so" he said.
"Wow, do any of have sentimental meanings ?" I asked. "Some do" he told me. "What about this one ?" I asked pointing out at a rose on his forearm. "It was for my g...my mom, so anyways I was wondering if you can come along to cheer me on at the Skate Boarding ring" he said.
"Oh...um well I'm not sure, I'll think about it" I told him, just then the bell rang. "Yeah ok, see you" he walked away. Not even long after, I was headed to my locker when out of the blew I saw Lucy and three cheerleaders standing by the lockers.
Carefully eyeing over and opening my locker "god I know she's so weird" one cheerleader said. "Well no duh Rach" Lucy said. "Well she is and she will never change, how else do you think she got that way ?" Rachel said.
" I wouldn't put it past her anyways, she's a drama queen" the other cheerleader said to them. "Whatev...oh look another freak" the other cheerleader noticed me. "Well well isn't it freak Mona" Rachel said. "Ha more then a freak I'd say, don't you think Luc ?" Rachel asked.
"What do you want ?" I asked. "Oh look it speaks !" the other said. "Well for once get out of our way bitch !" Rachel said. "I was just leaving" I shut my locker door and walked off hearing them all laugh. "God she's a idiot" I heard Rachel say.
Walking fast I didn't head to my class at all, I just headed towards to the gym room. I knew no one would be there, hearing the big door shut behind me I threw my backpack to the floor and dropped my books, I was getting madder then a wet hen that I just wanted to scream.
I kicked my backpack on it's side, picking up my books and staring at them I did want to throw them across the room but I didn't. Picking up my backpack and the books I walked out back into the hallway. Hearing the bell ring, I knew everyone was going to be piling out of the class.
Reaching the bathroom, I locked a stall door and just pulled myself up. I could hear voices coming and going in and out from here, giggling and the clicking of their heels on the floor titles. "Hey you done in there ?" hearing one girl at the stall door waiting.
"Hello ? I know someone is in there" she said. "One minute" I told her. I pretended to flush the toilet then walked out. "God what took you ?" she asked walking in the stall. "Sorry" I said as I turned on the faucet and washing my hands.
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If She Only Knew
Roman d'amourMoving day comes along for seventeen year old Mona Jacks. Both of my parents have new jobs. Mona Jacks: A seventeen year old teenager girl, a book nerd who wears dorky black rimmed glasses. "Girls with glasses are cute" Mom is always saying. "Wha...