"That" girl

Chapter 11

Yea I know I haven't updated in like 23.5 years but shut your face holes and put the flaming pitchforks away because I have finally updated. I just didn't have any inspiration and I felt like it was moving to fast, but I have found a solution. Things will happen....different things will happen.... On that weird note, let us continue. 

I want to stab mornings with a rusty spork. Not only do I have to deal with the mini heart-attack when my alarm rings, but I have to put up with the terrifying thoughts of my half-asleep mind. Then come the dreadful thoughts of school and people and their overly-perfumed bodies and beady fish eyes. 

It didn't help at all that one of my first conscious thoughts was about my conversation with Jack the previous night. I cringed as I remembered how we ended our conversation, and I scrambled to check my messages to see if all that really happened. Did I just make that whole thing up in my mind? Is Jack even real or am I just imagining him? What if he's the physical representation of someone I created in my imagination to avoid feeling like I have nobody in my life? I reread the conversation from last night, confirming that I am not going insane and hallucinating people. My morning-mind is the creepiest thing ever. Literally, what even is my life?

I roll onto the floor, forcing myself to fully wake up. I'm met with the cold floor slamming into my side, grimacing and slowly sitting up. My arm hurt a little from where I crashed into the floor, but it was a small price to pay for finally getting out of bed. I slip on a fluffy robe and march downstairs, grabbing a yogurt cup as I reach the fridge. 

By the time I finally finish getting ready, I have about four minutes until the bus is supposed to come. The bus driver never comes on time, anyway. 

After waiting forever outside, I see a yellow blob turn the corner. Oh great, here I go. I step onto the bus, ignoring the driver's hellos. I know he means well, but I have too much on my mind right now.

We finally get to school, and I rush to put all my unnecessary books away. I head to my first period, kind of eager to see Jack. Would he address our conversation from last night? I sure hoped so, but as I walked into class, I slowly started to doubt myself. For starters, Jack wasn't there, but though this might seem like a total nothing, it made me think that maybe things wouldn't go so smoothly. What if things are weird between us now? What if he stops talking to me? What if I press to hard, and he hates me for it? My mind was spinning so fast that I completely lost track of what I was doing. By the time I had come to my senses, I had sat down at my seat and took out my book, but I wasn't reading it. I was just staring blankly at the pages, willing myself to look at the words and analize their meaning. It was completely useless, and I eventually put my book away.

Just then, a steady stream of people started walking in, and I subtly searched for Jack, hoping to catch a glimpse of his chocolatey hair. With no sign of him, I slowly sink back into my seat. The bell finally rings to start class, and just then Ella runs into the room, breathless from running and her ombre hair flying out behind her. She walks over near me an sits down, ignoring the looks she gets from everyone in the class.

"Is lover boy here yet?" she whispers, searching the class.

"Nope," I say, trying not to seem let down. I didn't want her knowing it bothered me, but it was hard hiding it. She was too rushed to ask, much to my advantage, and she quickly scrambled to take out her homework. 

We were ten minutes into class when the door flew open and a very embarrassed Jack ran in, fumbling to hand his pass to the teacher. He dropped his books at his table, and sat down, ignoring my questioning gaze. After he got settled in and finally figured out what we were doing in class, I succeeded in catching his eye. He quickly looked away, and a puzzled expression crossed my face. Did I do something wrong?

"Hey, what's up?" I whispered, trying to keep the concern in my voice to an absolute minimum. He just shook his head in response, refusing to look at me or answer properly. I noticed Ella staring at us, and I glanced over to see her face scrunched up a little, a question obvious in her eyes as she subtly pointed between us. 

"What's going on," she mouthed. I simply shrugged. 

Maybe he just had a lot on his mind.

Or maybe I just messed everything up.

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Did I do the thing alright? Not much is going on, but I promise you, my darlings, that things will change. I might update by the end of the week, but we'll see. Please comment if you liked this chapter and tell me what I can improve on. And to that one person who suggests I send Jack to a different country or kill him off (you know who you are....), I'm still deciding what to do with him, so shush. Well, peace out, my flirtatious grapefruits, and I love each and every one of you for taking time out of your day to read my silly little thing <3