Just Jade

Bonus Chapter

"Wait, " Robyn ordered, pulling me back down to the soft blanket.

"What now? " I drawled, feeling annoyed as the story was over. What more does she want?

"Tell me how you and Dean really met."

"But I told you," I sighed.

Robyn rolled her eyes, "yeah, because he saw you as an Idol or something. Oh, please, you feel yourself a bit too much."

I couldn't help but chuckle, staring at the rising of the sun, the pink scattering the sky, and the clouds looking like cotton candy. "It was a week after I moved to Beverly Hills..."

Mom stopped her car at Beverly Hills secondary school. She wanted to take me to school even though I live close enough to walk. She must of read my mind because if I was to walk, I'd just skip school and wander around until school comes out. "Give me one good reason why I'd enjoy being in this school," I sighed.

"This school has the biggest library," she cajoled.

"no way! Okay, see you later, mom."

Mom smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I brushed her off, waving goodbye before slamming the door. School how I hate you, my old friend. I walked clueless around the corridors in search of this so-called library that my mom claims to be the biggest in Beverly hills. I never found it on my first day. Instead, I found miss Williams directing me to my class. I walked into the class finding only two students. Her hair, which crushed over her shoulders was sunrise gold, eyes little more grey than blue. She looks like a cheerleader. Next to her was a guy whom she was chatting to. He had broad shoulders, a bad boy face with an innocent smile. I walked past them and sat at the back. The girl stops talking and introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Monica. This is Brad, nice to meet you," she cursed under her breath when I didn't bother to return the favour of introducing myself. She turned back to Brad, probably gossiping about me. I can't believe that I actually came early to be this bored.

The class was soon filled with Rowdy people. I saw this guy smiling at me from a distance. I wonder what's his problem. I showed him a middle finger, to which his gaze switched to me like there's something wrong with me. I guess he wasn't smiling at me but the cheerleader in front of me.

He got up from his seat and approached me. Great first day of school and I'm going to get an ass-whipping. He sat down next to me, "I'm not looking for a fight," I admit.

"hm, you do know that pulling the fingers at someone clearly means that you are looking for a fight," he explained.

"oh no, who would have guessed" I retorted.

"funny guy, " he smirked, "I'm Dean, and you are?"

"Jade. Jade Donovan"

"J. D, that sounds cool, okay J. D, you clearly don't have any survival instincts to stay alive in the school, so let's be friends. " Dean cajoled.

" I do," I indignantly said.

"you do! Great prove it," Dean insisted.

"I don't need to prove anything to anyone."

"Fine, fine," he acknowledged, "you're my friend already. There's no backing out now," he smirked before returning to his seat.

"Yeah, right,' I muttered to myself. Some people are just full of themselves.

" So that's Dean Monroe," said the girl beside me. "yeah, he's stinking rich," her friend answered. "oh, if only he was into girls, I'd be all over him," she admitted.