Jenna's P.O.V:
Maths. The only subject I could never pass in. I'll never understand trigonometry or whatever we're meant to be working on.
The words on the chalkboard blurred together as I began imagining myself in a few years' time, performing like I did yesterday, only on Vans Warped Tour across Australia in front of a crowd of fans who enjoy what my passion is - music - not maths. I must have been day dreaming, I hadn't realised the bell had rung until the classroom was nearly empty.
Yawning, I grabbed my stuff together and went outside to head over to my locker. Once I had finished organising what I did and didn't need, I decided to find my boyfriend, Brad, to see what he was up to for lunch. He was usually training or hanging out with his footy team, though.
A smile lit my face as Ben came into my sight. I still hadn't thanked him yet, and we still needed to sort tonight's lame dinner out.
"Jenna! You won!" Ben exclaimed with a huge grin across his face. I was glad someone cared.
Before I could say anything though, Brad was beside me with his arm draped around my shoulder. There was no way he could find out about yesterday night. I really hope he didn't hear what Ben said – though it would've been hard not to, he basically announced it to everyone in the hallway.
"What'd you win, Jenna?" Brad asked with little enthusiasm, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh... Ben was talking about this history quiz thing, it's nothing exciting" I lied smoothly, smiling at him and hoping he wouldn't mention it again. I couldn't be honest - Brad would dump me if he knew I was a 'music nerd' as he'd say.
"So this is the loser who added you on Facebook last night?" Brad questioned, not realising how rude he was being. I gave him a little nudge in the side with my elbow, hoping he'd stop it. "Just kidding!"
"Oh, speaking of history, I forgot to get my textbook. I'll be back in a second guys" I sighed, turning back to my locker.
Ben's P.O.V:
I had no idea why Jenna had changed the subject, as if she wasn't proud of winning Battle of the Bands? I'd have to assume it was because of her strict parents, and hopefully not her boyfriend. Oh, and that joke about me being a loser? That was not cool. At all.
"Now, listen here Ben. I can tell you're into my girl. Jenna wouldn't go for losers like you and needless to say, you haven't got a chance. She even said it herself. So don't try anything, okay? Just back off – or else" Brad warned, his arms folded as he leaned against a locker.
Lost for words, I simply nodded and shrugged. "Whatever. I'll gladly stay out of your business."
I thought Jenna and I were friends, but obviously I'm wrong. I already told my parents about tonight, only I regret it now. How on earth will I survive it? Any time spent with Jenna will just make me like her more... and that just isn't good.
Jenna's P.O.V:
I grabbed my textbook before checking my timetable one last time. When I headed back to Brad, I frowned when I realised Ben had left.
"Where did Ben get to?" I asked Brad, holding his hand as we started walking off to join everyone else having their lunch.
"Oh, well I was trying to be nice by getting to know the guy, but then he started saying this stuff about you and I told him to get lost, cos it wasn't nice" Brad answered, with a small shrug. Was he being serious?
"What did he say?!" I asked, trying not to seem too alarmed. I really was curious, though. Ben seemed like such a great guy... How could he do something like that?
"He said that you're only dating me and putting on a show to get popular and to impress your parents" Brad informed me, with a shrug. "Don't worry babe, I know it's not true."
I sighed, nodding as I gave Brad a hug. "Thanks, Brad. I love you."
"No worries, I just thought it'd be better if you knew. See ya tomorrow, Jen. I've gotta go" Brad spoke as he pulled away from me. I guess he had training to get to, but I never really knew what he was up to.
The last two periods weren't too bad, History and English. Being the studious type of person I was, I usually completed my work easily and quickly but today was different. I couldn't shake the thought of Ben saying those things about me, and I knew tonight was just going to be hard.
