Letting Go of Jamie

Chapter 3: Matthew...

Chapter 3: Matthew...

All schools are the same.

 You have the popular girls that play volleyball or are cheerleaders, and who finds everyone without a fake tan and  blonde hair beneath them. Then you have their brainwashed and stupid (most of the time) boyfriends, a.k.a the jocks, who play soccer or football or some manly sport. Then it’s the Nerds, Goths, Emo’s (there is a difference) Wallflower’s, ‘normal’ people, and of course badboys ,and sometimes, girls.  

 I fall under the badgirl catigory, by the following standards:

Leather Clothing

Death Inducing Glare

Rides a Motorcycle

Is lusted At By Half of Male Population

Doesn’t Give a Shit

Has a ‘Reputation’

 It is because of the listed atributes that I am called a badgirl and it is a label I am proud of. No one messes with me or my friends and family and everyone just leaves me alone. Now, I had to work up to this title, mainly by breaking a few noses, skipping some classes, and riding my awesome motorcycle every where I go.  And I could tell from the moment that I got off my sleek , dark gray bike that I would be put under the same category at this new school.

 I kicked the stand of my bike and pulled off my helmet, and heard a few gasps. I must admit, I did look pretty badass this morning, with my favorite black leather jacket, spiked combat boots, black fingerless leather gloves, and black jeans with styled rips here and there. I walked into the school with my head high and a glare at anyone who looked me in the eye. I didn’t really mean to be, well, mean but it just came so naturally, I fell into the role like a second skin.

 I grabbed my schedule and made my way to my locker, wich was on the other side of the building from my first class, History. Great, I won’t even have to work out anymore, from all the walking I’ll be doing. By the time I had put all my crap away and made it to my class, the bell had rung and class was started. I knew that everyone would be watching me when I walked in, so I decided to give them a show. I opened the door slowly and walked in with some swag in my step. The middle aged, plump teacher looked up from her desk and smiled at me.

 “Class, I want to introduce you to our new student, Miss Tabitha Rose. Would you like to say anything to the class Miss Rose?” I stood at the front , in the middle of the room, and scanned the room with my hard eyes. I noticed the math amazing guy from the department store looking down at his notebook and doodling and I smirked. Well, well, well, this will be interesting.  

 “Tabby. Call me Tabby. Only my mother calls me Tabitha.” I said in a bored tone, with a bit of smugness mixed in. You could practicly feel the hormones coming from the males in the room, and the jelously coming from the girls.

 “Alright Tabby, why don’t you take a seat. And please try to refrain from being late to my class again.”

 “Sure thing love.” I told her as I walked to the back, my eyes on the mysterious, blue eyed math nerd. Mr. Mathmatic! He must have felt my gaze because he looked at me right before  I passed him. I sent him a real smile (not a smirk) and he blushed and looked down, wich caused me to smirk this time. He looked cute, with his messy black hair and big blue eyes, he reminded me of Jamie.

 The pain in my chest was immidiate after that thought, and I had to sit down quickly before I stumbled. Flashbacks and memories started cascading down on me, one after another, like a movie.

 The time I tooks Jaimers to the zoo and he bought that stuffed elephant.

 The time I found Jamie crying in his room because me and mom were fighting again.