Janelle's POV
What am I doing with my life? I know it was wrong for me to just leave class, but really me skipping school is just wrong. You guys know the feeling of when something is wrong but it feels right, but then you second guess yourself and think about it again. Well that's kinda how I feel right now. I mean...I know my step dad was wrong for calling me a "slut", but me skipping school won't make me any better. Easily I could become something of myself and prove him wrong. The problem is...I don't know how.
The bell rang loudly interrupting my thoughts. Kids were pouring out of their classrooms into the hallway to rush to their lockers or and/or socializing with their friends. A face that I know stood out from all the crowds. Jacob. I couldn't help but notice how hot or maybe even sexy he looked. His curly fro framing his face perfectly. Those chocolate brown eyes that could make you wander into another universe. His lips seemed so kissable and soft. Hell, everything about him seems so perfect! I was just staring at him for the longest time and he finally looked at me. I looked away blushing, hoping he won't confront me about staring at him. obviously that didn't happen.
"So how long have you been looking at me?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" I replied back.
"I saw you staring at me and what was with you back there in class. You just up and left without an explanation. We have a project TOGETHER and we have to do the project TOGETHER." He said strongly emphasizing the 'together'.
"Look don't worry about why I left. I have my reasons. Don't worry about it, we will do the project TOGETHER but on one condition/"
'What's the condition?"
"After this whole project blows over, we never speak again. No contact with each other, nada. It'll be like I never existed to you and you never existed to me. Deal?'
"Yea, deal. But if you make me fail I can talk to you all I want. Not that I would have a reason to."
"You come near me, you'll get shot!"
"Whatever you say badass."
Jacob walked away with an annoyed look on his face. Wow he has some guts talking to me. I mean NOBODY talks to me now, you know, since my past history. I sorta have a reputation for shootings and killings, but people think it's rumors. But what they don't know is that it's actually true.
Princeton's POV
What the hell is her problem? I know she is going through something. You can see it just by looking at her face. She looks depressed, pained and full of sorrow. Whatever it is she needs help. Maybe I can do something about it. I feel obligated to do something about it, like she is depending on me or something. Janelle was my crush since 3rd grade and now as soon as she hit high school, her whole personality changed.
And what does she menay be 'like she never existed'. She always existed in my life. Her long brown curly hair that always falls over her face makes me smile. Her unique green and hazel eyes made me weak in a sense. Janelle's curvaceus body made my eyes soar in delight because whatever she wore made her body look real sexy. Her plump lips is just calling for me to kiss them. I need to stop before "little Jacob" gets excited.
I walked back up to her and said "we can discuss the project at your house-"
"NO! I mean no, ummm we can go to you're house. it's my ummmm...parents anniversary and i don't want to intrude on their day." she said.
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Diaries of a Badass (A Princeton Mindless Behavior Love Story) [FINISHED]
FanfictionOriginally from my account on MIssLiterati Book One of the Diaries series Janelle Cortez, a 14 year old girl whose emotions are jumbled up in a bunch so much that she can’t even decipher them. She once used to be this beautiful Black and Mexican gir...