When high school started I had forgotten about John. All his mean and rude remarks. His parents said he was at military school. Good. Now I don't have to deal with him for a while.To be honest, I knida missed him. Not enough for me to stop hating him, but just enough for me to feel a little sad. His parents told me I had aged with 'absolute beauty', but I didn't see it. I had long black hair like my mom, porcelain skin, misty blue/green eyes, a skinny figure, and good sized assets. I met my friends Sheena, Molly, Veronica, and Blair in front of the school as usual. I had the weird feeling someone was watching me from afar, so I turned and noticed a really tall lanky guy with long brown hair and round glasses looking over at us with a shorter friend of his wearing black shades and long hair. "Do you know them?" Asked Sheena. I shook my head while keeping my gaze locked on the boys. "No." The bell rang and we all walked slowly to our first class, Biology. Our teacher, Mr. Vernon was pretty cool, but a little bit too talkative. While I was writing my answeres to a few questions on my test paper, I heard the door open then shut. I tried to fight the urge to look up, but failed miserably. It was the tall guy from outside. He took the empty seat next to me and just sat there staring off into space.
"Hey, I'm Jeffrey." He introduced himself. I looked up and smiled politely. "I'm Emily. Nice to meet you." We shook hands and I could feel that he was pretty shy. "Were you and your friend looking at me earlier?" I asked hesitantly, hoping he would say yes so I wouldn't feel embarassed. "Actually yes." He answered looking down at his paper. I blushed. He's so cute."My friend John told me about you." My heart stopped for a split second. "Who?" I felt my eye twitch. "John Cummings." He replied. "He's real fond of ya." No, not John. Not the John I know. He'd never be fond of me. Never ever."Oh." Was all I could manage. During the rest of class me and Jeffrey got to know each other really well. He told me about himself and I told him about myself and my family. He seemed extremely shocked that I was Elvis' daughter. "So does he take you with him on any tours?" He asked curiously. "Yeah. It's pretty fun sometimes." We veered off the subject of my dad and onto The Stooges. I loved The Stooges. "Have you gone to any of their concerts yet?" He asked. I could feel him coming out of his shell a little. "Actually, yeah I have. They're fun and exhilerating." I giggled. We were so caught up in our conversation, I didn't notice Sheena and Jeffrey's friend he said was named Tommy, staring at us. "Psst, Em." Whispered Sheena. "Pssssst." I looked up and met eyes with none other than John. My most hated enemy. He looked down at me and Jeffrey and gave us a glare that could kill. "What are you staring at mammas boy?" I taunted. He scoffed and sat behind me. "Hey Jeff. Why are ya talkin' to princess here?" He teased. He knew I hated being called princess. "She's cool John. Don't hate her." I felt good when he said that, but John being who he is decided to make me feel bad. "She's a spoiled brat. She's not nice either." I felt so angry I could just turn around and slap him, but my mom taught me to be the bigger person and just ignore him. "Well, at least I'm not a mommas boy who's so fuckin' needy and controlling." But me being me, I decided to fight his words with mine. "Look who's bein' all tough now princess."
"Hey John, just chill." Said a friend of his. "Nah man, she deserves it." I felt my face get hot and I felt tears in my eyes. Yes, I was pretty sensitive when I would be called names. "Just shut up John." I said angrily. He snapped and said "You don't tell me what to do princess. Got it? I don't take orders from no one, 'specially from a spoiled little girl who has everything handed to her by her rich parents." IT felt like the whole class went dead silent in that moment. "Mister Cummings and miss Presley, is there a problem?" A moment of silence came. "No sir." We both replied. He went back to teaching about the life of plants and their cycles. "You almost got me in trouble." I said. He shrugged and sat back in his seat triumphantly. Idiot. He doesn't get the fact that I hae feelings too.The bell rang and sadly, we had the next class togethter. The whole school day was full of death glares and name calling. As the last bell rang I rushed out of class and ran into someone. "I'm so sorry." I apologized a millioin times. I looked up to see Tommy. "Hey doll. What's the rush?" He asked. "Just ryin' to get home before John decides it's a good time to start makin' me feel like shit." Tommy chuckled and patted my shoulder. "It's always a good time for him." I chuckled too. "Well, thanks Tommy. I'll see ya tomorrow." We said our goodbyes and I was off to my home. Stupid John. Stupid sensitivity. Stupid me. Iscolded myself while walking home.
I threw myself on my bed and thought about John. I didn't know why. I guess I just drifted onto the thought. Mommas boy. Such a needy brat. He's calling me a brat? Fuck him. I'm not as much of a brat as him.I fell asleep and and dreamt of him too. What am I doing? Dreaming of him is like dreaming of dead kittens. I'm so stupid. I woke up around 10:30 p.m. and ecided to go for a walk around the block. I drifted off and somehow ended up by the school. "Forest Hills High." I said out loud to myself. I walked by where John lived and rolled my eyes. "Idiot." I whispered.
"You're the idiot." I heard from behind me.
"John?" I called.
"The one and only." He said proudly.
"What are you doing outside?" I asked facing him.
"Just wanted some fresh air. Guess we both had the same idea."
"Guess so." I said while walking away.
"Hey I'm talkin' to ya." He followed me.
"Leave me alone John. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit now." I snapped.
"Put your claws away kitten, I'm not tryin' to fight ya." He laughed.
"Then leave me alone." I walked faster. He grabbed my arm tightly and didn't loosen up. "John, you're hurting me." I trembled. He scoffed and chuckled.
"Let me walk you home at least." He offered. My eyes widened in disbelief.
I'd rather die. "Fine. If that's what gets you to leave me alone." No stupid don't let him.
"Good." He let me go and we walked in partial silence.
When we reached my street I was hesitant to show him where I lived. He'd most likely call me a spoiled princess again. "You could leave now." I said. He ignored me and kept walking at my same pace. "Fine then ignore me. I'm just keep walking, even if it's past my house." He stopped and grabbed my arm again. "Emily, don't make me yell at you." He threatened. "Go ahead someone'll hear and they'll think I'm in an abusive relationship and you'll get arrested." I smiled viciously. He let me go and started to walk away. "Hey John." I called. "Thanks for walking me." I winked. He rolled his eyes. "Fuck off."
