Just A Story

Chapter 5: Sudden Change

That night Jean called Maggie and gushed out everything that happened to her best friend. Maggie was on the other end, listening patiently as her friend freaked out on her. She chuckled and then bagan to talk, "So I think you should wear something a little different tomorrow." Once these words slipped out of her mouth, Jean could practically feel the smirk in her friend's voice.

"No. It's supposed to be like...92 degrees tomorrow last time I checked."

"When was the last time you checked?"

"Uh..."

"Exactly. It's supposed to be hotter than hell. 105 degrees! You cannot wear jeans or else, knowing you, you WILL die. And then I'll be alone for the day and only have Shaw with me. But he whines a lot when it's hot outside. Do you really want me to suffer?"

"So what are you getting at then?" Jean grimaced knowing too well what her friend was going to suggest.

"Shorts and a t-shirt. Thanks not too hard, now is it? Plus you have a cute tan."

Jean sighed loudly as her bedroom door flew open and Sam stormed in. She sighed and ignored him, "I don't really thin-" Before she could finish Sam ripped the phone out of her grasp and ended the call.

"Would you care to explain to me why you of all people got out of Josh Smith's truck?" He hissed at her, eyes filled with rage. Jean was taken aback by her brother's behavior so she just looked at him dumbfoundly. "Do you even realize how much of a player he is? Jean! I knew you were stupid, but come on! Hanging around that guy is just going to be bad for your image." Realizing that he sounded protective, Sam shook his head laughing and looked at Jean patehtically. "I mean you already don't have an image. But seriously, if you hang out with him you will only look like all the other trucksluts that crowd him." And with that he just left.

She gaped at the spot where he once stood in utter shock. Shaking her head, she looked at her phone on her bed, reached for it, and slowly began texting Maggie.

Jean: On second thought, I think I'm going to wear shorts.

Maggie: Great! See you later, homie.(;

She plugged her phone into charge for the night and stood  up. Then she began rummaging through her drawers until she found the perfect outfit. For some reason, what Sam had told her really cut her deep. If he was going to accuse her of being a slut, just because she hangs out with someone he doesn't like then she was going to make him believe that not all girls are whores. Especially his sister.

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She woke up the next morning already sweating from the heat. She checked the temperature on her phone and it read a solid 87 degrees. Fuck me. She thought getting out of bed. Glancing at the clothes she laid out last night she couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness in her stomach. Her phone went off with an unfamiliar ringtone, confusing she picked it up and answered it. Normally she never got called except by Maggie or Shaw.

"Hey there Jean!" Hearing his voice so cheery in the morning literally gave her a headache.

"How in the hell did you get my number Smith?" She gritted her teeth, trying not to call the cops and reporting him as a stalker.

"Well I have Shaw's and I was talking to him last night-"

"That's kind of gay."

"-and he happily gave it to me." He finished and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"What do you want." It wasn't more of a question but more of a hurry-up-and-say-it-so-I-can-get-on-with-my-day sort of comment.

"I want to give you a ride to school." Her heart dropped.