Give Me A Chance

Chapter 25

QOTC : What Will Happen Next?

Chapter 25

I Hate School

"You would hate me if I were you too."

"What?!" Lizzie exclaimed as, she wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion.

I slapped myself on the forehead and slumped my shoulders.

"I don't know." I sighed.

I was currently in Lizzie's room explaining to her all that had happened the past weekend.

After telling me that I was stressing over nothing, and that I should just try to forget about it, she turned away from me.

"You know Jenny, I would kill to be in your shoes right now." she said as she stood in the mirror and brushed her hair.

I slowly raised up and gave her a peculiar look.

"You want to be me?" I asked her.

"Yep." she said simply.

I went through that one word in my head over and over again.
Why would Lizzie want to be me? I've always wanted to be her.

She turned around from the mirror and gave me a plain look.

"Cmon Jenny. You have two guys, hot guys at that, practically competing for your attention." she said as she leaned back against her dresser.

She did have a point.

I was stressing over nothing.

I liked Brody, but after what he did, I was having mixed emotions.

Then there's Lucas.

He likes me.

No.

He likes me likes me.

Me.

Jennifer Nichols.

If I was going to figure things out, I was going to have to play my cards right.

*****~******

The next day I woke up to the sound of my loud ringtone. I sat up in my bed, stretching as I yawned and looked at the caller ID.
Lucas.

I rolled my eyes and silenced the phone, using the volume buttons on the side.

This had been at least the 3rd time he had called since last night.

I ignored the vibrations and went to do my natural morning routine.

After I was done with the basics, I quickly considered my mood and decided on wearing a black crop top with white shorts and a pair of black and white converse.

I quickly brushed my hair down and grabbed my zebra print bag as I picked up my phone.

Suddenly, a message flashed across the screen.
Meet me outside.

I instantly knew who it was from.

I rushed into Lizzie's room and waited for her to finish her makeup.

With a brace on her leg, Lizzie limped towards me.

She was wearing a fitted blue shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans and a sandal on one foot. Her hair was neatly straightened and her mascara was just right. Even when she was in a cast, she still looked perfect.