Jesse's Girl

Chapter One

In the sixteen years that I have known Jesse Maverick it has just dawned on me how attractive he is. With his deep blue eyes and heart melting smile, he was the definition of perfect. Well, he also was the definition of a jerk. I've known Jesse since we were both in diapers. He was practically forced to be apart of my life. Our parents were friends from college and they were really close. They expected us to be close as well. So, Jesse and I shared the same crib at nap time, we ate lunch and snack together, we had play dates (Jesse always ended up in time out), and as kids we even went on vacation together. Jesse was something else. Words couldn't describe how much he flustered me and made me angry.

There was just something about how he ran from girl to girl like they were a piece of meat. That made me angry. He made girls feel special. Everyone wanted to be Jesse's Girl. And nobody cared that being Jesse's Girl landed you a spot deep in depression after he dumped you for someone better. He was arrogant and cocky and had no common sense. Besides his looks, there was nothing to like about Jesse. So why was I thinking about him more and more every day? Why did I find myself glancing at him across the cafeteria? Or why was I dreaming about him?!

"Earth to Lena," a voice called. I had totally zoned out while putting my books into my locker. I looked up to see none other than Jesse Maverick. My heart fell and I felt my face getting hot. But I couldn't show feelings to Jesse. He was... Jesse.

"What?" I asked. My voice was cold. It was a special tone of voice that was reserved just for him.

"Hurry up Adams, I'm pulling off in 5 minutes whether you are with me or not," Jesse said.

"Don't rush me Jesse," I rolled my eyes at him. He laughed. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed made my heart melt. Keep ittogether Lena. I said to myself.

"I know you don't wanna walk home. So, you got five minutes like I said Adams. We are taking someone home today," and with that Jesse punched my arm and walked down the hall dangling his car keys. He made it such a big deal that he got his lisecnce and his car before me. So what he got his on the first try? And I have yet to pass mine? He has no right to push me around.

I slammed my locker door shut and swung my bag onto my shoulders. Then I jammed my headphones into my ears and played music from my favorite play list. As I walked down the hallway I stopped at the bulletin board that held a bunch of papers for students to take. There was one paper that caught my eye. It was a lime green paper with the words: Film Competition. I quickly scanned the page and found out that there was a movie competition and whichever student won recieved a $10,000 cash prize. I definitely needed the money.Badly. Right now my parents were kind of upset with my older brother Liam for losing his 4 year scholarship to his dream school leaving us with a bill with too many zeroes to even count. So my parents were pinching pennies even though we had plenty of money. I guess they wanted me to learn how to earn my own so I wouldnt be so reckless with money like Liam was.

I checked the time on my phone. Crap. Jesse would be leaving me in two minutes and he was right. I did not feel like walking home. I broke out into a run. Dodging students left and right. The crowd was huge and it seemed like they were not in a hurry like I was.

When I finally reached the front doors of the school I pushed it open and ran. I was running as fast as I could in flats that were giving my heels deadly blisters.

I could see Jesse in the parking lot. He was standing outside his dirty red truck looking at his watch.

"Thirty seconds Adams!" he yelled from across the parking lot. Waitwhat?! I was now walking. I was getting closer and closer but Jesse got in the car and started it. Crap. This jerk wasn't joking when he said five minutes. I broke out into a run again and when I reached Jesse's truck I made eye contact with him through the window. There was a girl next to him. He winked and smiled at me. Oh joy. Who's the airhead of the week? I asked myself. I peeked at the person up front who was now telling Jesse a story. I groaned. Savannah Kenzington.

Savannah Kenzington was the "typical white girl" stereotype. She was a blonde haired, blue eyed, Starbuck loving, cheerleader. Of course she was also gullible and basically had a brain the size of a bird seed. It didnt suprise me. She was exactly Jesse's type. It hurt me a little bit to see him gazing at Savannah and talking to her. Although I knew he was just going to use her, it would sure be nice to be Jesse's girl for once. I was not Jesse's type. Not even close to it. I had brown with brown eyes and I wore black glasses whenever I couldn't find my contacts. I got straight A's instead of the girls that had mostly C's. And on top of all that I could think for myself and denfend myself if neccessary. I wasnt the type of girl to let someone walk all over me but at the same time I wasn't some type of rebel or attention hog. I kind of liked staying in the backround and behind the scenes.

I stared at the window listening to Savannah's story about the time they messed up her order at Starbucks and how she was literally sooo done. It pained me to listen to her nasally voice so I turned my headphones up all the way.

We reached Savannah's house and Jesse walked her to the door. He moved a piece of hair out of her face. The two of them stared at each other for a while before Jesse leaned in and- I had to squeeze my eyes shut. Seeing him kiss a girl like Savannah or any girl at that made me feel uncomfortable. I positioned myself in a way so that when he came back I was hunched over my phone.

Jesse got back in the car and started it. I heard him talking but I couldnt make out any words because my music was too loud. It startled me when Jesse had leaned back and snatched an ear bud out of my ear. I looked up at him annoyed. I dont know, this whole Svannah thing seemed to throw me off and put me in a pretty pissed off mood.

"Im stopping at Dunkin Donuts before I drop you off home. You want something? My treat." Jesse offered. Ok something was off here. Jesse was being nice to me. We were usually mean to each other. It was our thing that we did. I was rude to him he was a jerk to me. Why was he offering to treat me? I looked up at him with skeptical eyes.

"Alright Jesse, what do you want this time?" I asked squinting at him.

"Nothing Lena, can't I just treat one of my friends for an after school snack?" he asked. His devious smile was making me feel uneasy. What the heck was Jesse up to?