I didn't say that!

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: 

Jessica's Point of view

   It was Monday morning; my mind was still thinking about him and that breakfast. Two days had already passed and he was still on my mind. I cant even believe that his baby face, and those dimples were still in here. It was getting quite annoying -not really- but I guess I could deal with it.

   I rub my hands over my face as I take in a deep long breath. God, I hated school. I yawn and sit up in my bed removing my covers from my leg, and I swung them over my bed side so my feet were touching the cold wooden floor. I got up shakily and slightly wobbly because sleep was still in the mist of my body. I looked around my room while cracking my neck in the process; it was so stiff. I made way to my closet and rubbed my eyes. Man, why was I so tired?

   After really getting myself out of this sleepy outrage I finally picked myself out a outfit: black pencil skirt, plain pink short sleeve v-neck, and semi fancy looking sandals I was trying to look nice today, for someone named Roman. Only because he dressed nice and my usual white tee and jeans weren't going to cut it.

   After taking a quick shower I put my,amazing, outfit on and tried to do my hair, emphasis on the TRIED. First I tried curling it, but that didn't work out because it kept falling in this weird way. Then I tried straightening it; however, I smelt something burning. Oh wait, that's my hair burning! Shoot, I took the flat iron off quickly only to find a burnt blond color left in its place. Oh god, why? So, in conclusion my hair went into a messy bun. Now it was make-up time. Wait nevermind I don't need it.

    After I was finish I went downstairs and waited for my brother, Chad. I sat on the sofa playing with my fingers for awhile, but my stomach ended up growling. I went into the kitchen and into the pantry. A cereal bar was going to have to do because I didn't want to have my stomach puffed out. I looked at the box but then looked at the pop-tarts. Oh what a world when you have to choose between two good things. I decided with the cherry frosted pop-tart it sounded so much better.

   "Hey, grab me one if those?" A voice said from behind. I turned around slightly in a startled manner and just nod at my brothers gangly figure. I take another out the box and fully rotate my body toward him.

   "Dink fast," I said as I nearly chucked the silver package at him. I knew he would catch it because he was a impressive football player. Once he caught it I examined him rip open it with his teeth and then slammed half of it in his mouth, ew. "Didn't mom ever teach you manners?" I commented as I sat on the stool to the island.

   "Says the girl who just hurled pop-tarts at me," he smirked as he took the seat next to me. "Dude, whats up with that outfit? You look like a-a girl." I was slightly offended but I then shook it off. He was just being himself. I shrugged my shoulders and didnt reply. "Is because of that boy you bought over here?" Oh yeah, I failed to mention he came over. I just plainly look at him then shrugged again. "Oh the silent treatment? Your not getting a ride to school today then," he slid off his seat and took his backpack. I imitated him, but instead if a backpack it was this practically new juicy couture bag my mom bought me. I never liked wearing it. He looked back at me and smirked again.

   "No, I need to go with you today and it's not about him. Anesha said look pretty so I'm trying." I wasn't good at lying but that actually sounded, legit. He let it go as we made our way to the car. As we got in my skirt started tripping, I had to keep pulling it down. I put my seat belt on and he started the car. Jar of hearts started playing and I instantly started mumbling along to the words.

    "You know you're actually good," he said as the song came to a end and we were making our last turn to the school. I looked at him weirdly, he never complimented me.