oh hi guys. have you heard of a story called 'You Again'? Yeah, it kinda still
exists.
So a sum of the last 2 chapters.
• Marnie takes Jack to the hospital after she finds him hurt
• Marnie is at the hospital when she sees someone
*sigh* here goes nothing.
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Marnie
Rachel.
The pit of sadness in me filled with sudden rage which came with a new found strength. I walked slowly but dangerously toward her. It felt like I had hot smoke coming out from my nose, making me look like a rabid animal.
"What are you doing here." I spat.
"I-I came here to see Jack." she replied.
"Why. It's not like you care about him."
Her eyes widened. "I do care about him!"
"Of course you do." I said. "That's why you used him to get to me. You must care about him sooo much."
"I-"
"You know?" I said cutting her off. "I figured that after highschool I wouldn't have to see you anymore. But you just don't stop do? Is this all funny to you? I always wondered why you only came after me. Why I was your target while your minions took care of other people." I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I quickly whipped it away, angry at how weak I felt around her. "I never did anything to you."
She stood there looking at everything but my face.
"Why?!" I yelled in her face. "Why me?!
"Why-"
"Because I was jealous!" She yelled back, eyes closed and breaths heavy.
My mind went blank and I was shocked. Then I started to giggle. The giggle turned into a laugh that turned hysterical earning me a weird look from Allie.
"Jealous?" It was and sounded ridiculous.
"I was jealous of how much Jack cared for you."
"Wow. So that made you want to ruin my life."
"No, it's just I-"
"I don't even want to know." I walked towards the front doors feeling better about myself.
"But I love him!" She yelled down the empty hall. I turned seeing tears run down her face.
"So using him shows how much you love him? That's pretty messed up."
----------- Days Later --------
Bing! My new laptop sounded as I organized my room. Sitting down I looked at the email I received and read it over and over again. I forgot about the whole reason I came back home. My new job.
I had missed a whole weeks worth of emails. It was my last day and then I would be fired. How could I have forgotten? Was all this drama really consuming my life?
I quickly changing into clothes that were appropriate and left for my new job.
