Won't Give Up

Chapter 3

*Chase POV*

“Hey man,” Trey said as he slid into the seat next to me. I looked up and nodded in response then went back to taking notes. Trey chuckled.

“You’re actually taking notes? Since when do you care about school?” Trey asked.

“Since I wanted to get into Stanford. Now shut up, I can’t hear what Bell is saying.” Trey just stared at me, his eyes big.

“Stanford?!” He exclaimed. Mr. Bell cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at Trey. He mumbled a sorry then turned back to me.

“How are you gonna get into Stanford? And why do you want to go to Stanford?? And what happened to UCONN?” Trey whispered, firing questions at me. I shrugged.

“They have a good football team too. And I figure I need a good education. In case I don’t make it pro.” Trey scoffed and turned to face the board, slouching in his seat.

“Not gonna make it pro,” I heard him muttering under his breath, “if anyone is gonna make it, it’s him.” I rolled my eyes and went back to listening to Mr. Bell.

*Jenn POV*

“Stanford?!” I heard Trey yell. I looked up from my seat in the back and focused on Trey. He was staring at Chase with wide eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows. Why were they talking about Stanford? Mr. Bell was silently scolding Trey and Trey apologized before turning back to Chase. I watched as Chase and Trey talked in low voices and I heard them say Stanford a few more times. Why are they talking about Stanford? Is Trey going there? That would be nice to see a familiar face around campus. Although I haven’t talked to Trey since middle school, I would be more comfortable having someone I know with me. Even if I never talk to him. Not that I would want to. Trey has turned into a annoying prick. But I thought Trey was going to UCONN? And I’m pretty sure I remember hearing him bragging about getting a football scholarship. Why would he give that up to go to Stanford? He’s probably too stupid to get in anyway... Suddenly I figured it out. Chase was going to Stanford. Chase. Stanford. I clenched my hands into fists. Chase is going to Stanford. I’m going to Stanford. We would be at the same school for another four years. I swear I could feel the steam coming out of my ears. I stood up suddenly and my chair pushed back, making a loud noise. Everyone turned to look at me. Take a picture it’ll last longer. I stalked out of the room telling Mr. Bell I was going to the bathroom as I walked by. Who does Chase think he is? Going to Stanford is my dream. I was finally going to do something with my life. I was going to get away from this lousy town and make something of myself. But he has to come along and ruin it. I huffed as I walked into the bathroom. I looked around to make sure no one was in here. It was empty, good. I let out a scream of frustration and kicked one of the stall doors. I took a deep breath and turned on one of the sinks. I stood there, watching the water flow out of the faucet, my hands clenched on the side of the sink. I heard the door burst open and turned my head to see who was entering. Of course, it was Chase.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Since when do you care?”

“I heard a scream and I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Is everything alright? You seemed....flustered when you walked out of class.”

“If you really want to know, no everything is not alright. You’re messing everything up!” I turned to Chase and walked closer to him.

“I want to leave this place Chase!” I yelled, throwing my hands up.

“I want to make something of myself! Make a difference! Forget about everything that has happened here! And you’re ruining it.” I said the last part to myself, quietly.