Johanna (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Nine

Jada's P*O*V

Weeks had passed and I still hadn't spoke to Johanna. I must admit, I did stare at her a few times and she'd catch me looking at her. At times I would catch her staring at me too, but every time we would make eye contact, we would quickly look away from each other. It's been weeks and I still had feelings for this girl, there was no denying it. She was just so perfect. Why was it so hard for me to lose my feelings for her? I was just falling deeper and deeper.

"Okay class, today we will be pairing up for a project. So pick a partner," Ms. Green spoke loudly to the class. Everyone was picking their partners and sitting together, as for me, I didn't move from my seat. I'd just pair up with whoever was left without a partner. AND GUESS WHO THAT PERSON JUST HAPPENED TO BE? YUP! JOHANNA!

She walked over and sat next to me.
"I guessed we're partners," she chuckled, but I didn't smile back. Neither did I speak. I was just waiting for Ms. Green to tell us what the project was so I could hurry up and start it.

"The project is for you to get to know your partner. Every thing about them. Their likes, dislikes, their fears, what they're passionate about, get to know who they are deep down inside, and write and essay about them." Ms.Green instructed us. This was my chance to finally get to know Johanna, but why would I wanna know her after she hurt my feelings? She didn't do it intentionally. It was my own fault for being hurt, for letting my feelings take over. I guess I just had to get over it and do the project, but that doesn't mean I would stop giving Johanna attitude.

"Look, I know you're mad at me, but you're gonna have to talk to me for this project. So just let me know when you're ready to ask me questions," she asserted.
"Whatever" I scoffed.
"You should come by my house after school and we'll start from there," she stated handing me a piece of paper with her directions on it. She got up and left the table and went to sit back with Gabby.

I couldn't believe she'd just invite me over to her house! See! This was my biggest downfall! I got excited about the smallest things, and my expectations never really came to reality and I got disappointed. She was only inviting me over for the project. That's it. Just a project. Either way, I couldn't wait to go her house.
The day went by quickly and the bell rung to dismiss school.
I took the paper from my pocket, and started to make my way to her house. I was so dumb, I didn't even think about waiting on her so we could go to her house together, or going home first for awhile and then show up to her house. WHY DID I GO AS SOON AS THE BELL RANG? By the time as I got to her house, it was still early and she wasn't even home , her mother informed me "....but you're welcomed to wait for her" her mother invited me in.

I walked in and even her house had a beautiful interior. The light shade of blue walls really complimented the aqua and white furniture that surrounded her home. I sat in her living
room waiting for her. About fifteen minutes had passed when she finally walked in.

JOHANNA's P*O*V

I turned the key to my home and walked inside. There I met Jada plastered across my couch. I was confused as in to why she was at my house without me even being there.

"Well hello," I said confusingly.
"Hey" she got up placing her hands in her pockets. "...your mother let me in"

That explains it. My mother would literally let anyone in our house. It could be a robber, or killer and she'd invite them inside. She just didn't care at all.

"Well, let's get started," I took her hand in mines and directed her towards my room. Her hand felt so soft, and warm.

We got into my room and I shut the door behind us. She sat at the edge of my bed and I sat in the middle with my binder in my hand, prepared to start writing.
"Who's going first?" I asked.
"I'll ask you first..." she started to speak. "What are your likes?"

I really didn't know how to answer that question. I liked a lot of things, it was hard to point out the ones that were worth writing on paper, so I blurted out anything that came to mind.
"I like clothes, I like shopping, I like music, I li-"

"I like music too," she interrupted me.
"Speaking out of turn?" I joked. This seemed to make her smile. Her smile was so beautiful. She was such a cute girl, I didn't know why she had to be mean to me at times. It's like her attitude had an on and off switch. Maybe there was more to it that I didn't know. I really didn't want to find out, just wanted to get the project done.
"You do know this project isn't due for awhile right?" she informed me.
"But why wait until it's to late to start?" I looked at her.
"Well, you're right" she agreed with me.
"Exactly! Now what are your likes?" I tried to get to know her.
"Music and writing," she let out. I see why she was always writing and why it was always a breeze for her. She was a writer. That was an
interesting fact about her that I quickly jotted down so that I could write my essay about her.

"What are your dislikes?" She shot the second question at me.
"Liars" I blurted out. I really hated people that lied. What was the purpose of it? Just be straight up and tell people the truth.
"What about you?" I hit her back with the same question.

"The Untouchables" was the way she chose to answer it.
"Okay so we're gonna get back to this question because you wanna play" I hissed my teeth, but she only had laughed at my response.
"Well in other words, I dislike bullies" she mentioned.  I didn't say anything, only jotted it down on my paper.

"What is your biggest fear?" She hit me with yet another question. I've had a lot of fears but I didn't know which one to pick out as my biggest.
"Skip," I told her.
"You dweeb! Come on!" She joked grabbing my ankle.
"Stop!" I laughed and pushed her hand off of me. "...I don't know, probably death" I answered. She shook her head and scribbled down her notes.
"What's your biggest fear?" I looked at her closely for this one.
"Love," she said looking me in the eyes. "...I fear love because love can be scary, especially if you end up loving the wrong person. It can literally break you and sometimes you won't even be the same anymore after the hurt. The pain changes you. You start to think to yourself that everyone is out to hurt you and do you dirty, so now you find it hard letting people in. Now when a good person comes along, and you're so use to being done dirty, you don't know what to do or how to react, so you let that pain afflict on how you feel about that person, which leads to them being pushed away, and it makes you sad because no one would wanna stick around anyways. Love is scary." She spoke.

That was so deep, I didn't even know how to respond. Just then her phone vibrated and she read a text and stated that she had to leave. She quickly gathered her things and ran out of my house. She might be mean at times, but I could tell that's not who she truly was. I was determined to find out the real her, so I could write a great essay, and also to break down the barrier she held around her heart, so I could get to know who she was within. After she said what she said, I started to think about her different. I think I was starting to like her.