A/N: Hey guys! I got Jaz to write a POV chapter! Amazing, isn't it? Forgive the chapter though, he's never written anything, but nonetheless, he's great at it. He wrote it, I edited, so, hope you guys enjoy!
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• Jaztine •
I've always been a morning person, or maybe a "morning guy" or something; so it was no surprise when I woke up earlier than necessary for the first day.
I was honestly very eager to get to school, despite the fact that Maan, my girlfriend, went to a different school.
Took a bath, fixed everything, and spent way longer than necessary on my hair, of course.
I sat there, waiting for the school service, growing increasingly alarmed that it was past 6:30 am, and they weren't here yet.
"Mommy, service isn't here yet, maybe dad should just take us, I don't wanna be late." I whined to my mom.
And yes, I still referred to my mother as "mommy", problem?
"Fine, wake your dad, and if he actually rouses, good luck trying to get him to drive you."
"Ugh, fine!" I stomped off to wake daddy.
I dreaded it so much, for my father was incredibly lazy, and I knew he'd rather sleep there the whole day.
Headed up, and got to dad;
"Wake up already! I'm gonna be late, the service hasn't arrived yet." I half-begged, half-enthused.
He finally rose, washed his face, but didn't even bother to change clothes.
We got into the car, and on the way, I listened to music, as usual.
See, I love music, but I just wasn't much of a singer.
***
Finally arrived, got down, kissed mommy, hugged dad, and entered the gates.
I rushed to the bulletin boards, wanting to know my section.
Oh gods.
Emerald? Why the hell was I in Emerald?!
S'okay I guess, I'd love to make new friends anyway.
Also, I was beyond excited to reacquaint with my old friends, and I was more than eager to try out for the Varsity team, and hopefully, get accepted.
I headed up, walking slowly, and as I entered my classroom, there were snickers.
"Bunggooooooooo!" Lance Lacerna shouted.
Oh, and Bunggo is my last name, in case you were wondering.
I head towards him, and he was joined by this guy I vaguely remembered from varsity tryouts, Miguel Alano.
And being my usual self, I acted as if we were really close friends, which I knew we'd eventually become.
Snacks came, and I ate a lot.
I eat so much, and I don't know why, but I never get fat or something.
***
Two periods passed and it was our Lunch break.
Went out of the classroom, then I saw my best friend.
Elaine Peralta, the meanest girl I've ever encountered in my whole life.
And it's odd, but somehow we became best friends.
I took a double-take, and saw something was different.
She was girlish, and I found her cute, beautiful even, and I knew she was a lot nicer now.
"No, Bunggo" I whispered to myself.
She's my best friend, I don't want to ruin our friendship.
And I had a girlfriend. We didn't meet much though, twice a month at the most.
I walked towards her.
"Hi," I waved, and gave the best smile I could.
"Hi," she said back, smiling as well.
Oh God, she was cute.
"No, she's your BEST FRIEND!" I chuffed myself.
***
Headed for the comfort room after the encounter, fixed my hair again, and joined Alano and Lance, who became my actual friends already by then.
I slept, ate, fixed my hair, and slept again, till I finally woke, and we were dismissed.
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A/N: Hi, me, Elaine, again!
So, what do you think of the Jaz-written chapter? Do you want more chapters written by him? Feedback, please!
When I first read the original one he wrote, I kept smiling like an idiot, and I can't control my happiness.
It feels so good, being able to get some insight about what he's been thinking when we weren't together yet. I just really love it.
This is a more formal version of the one he wrote, but it's all the same stuff.
Bye guys, love y'all, hi Potatine 💕
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