The World How I See It

Chapter Thirteen

Jessie had stopped crying completely, refusing anymore tears to escape. She saw her house and she groaned, realizing her mistake. She was outside and her room was on the second floor. Of course she couldn't just walk inside randomly without being caught. She had to remind herself that she was grounded. Sneaking out to have her heart broken by a guy was a big no-no whether she cried or not.

She went around the house and stopped at a cracked window. She narrowed her eyes and slowly looked in. Nobody was there and so she pried the window up. She climbed in as quietly as she could and made sure no one was around for her to quickly sneak back up stairs and collapse on her bed.

She sighed into her pillow and looked out the window. The stars still shone brightly like it had when she sat on that blanket. She wanted David more near than before and she felt angry by it.

She looked up at her ceiling with an angry expression, "Stupid fates. I had to get some stupid play boy."

She wiped her eyes and muttered, "But I guess now I can concentrate on my school work."

She looked at her laptop on her side table and she thought against it. Why bother? She opened her laptop and logged into facebook. She flew through pages until she strangely found herself to David's.

'Goin on a date. wish me luk.'

It was the last post that he had only thirty minutes before he had came to her window, demanding for her to jump in his arms. There were people who liked the post and she noticed how he was surprisingly not online. Hadn't he made it home by then? He was usually always on.

She decided to ignore it, even with a terrible feeling settling in her gut.

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The days passed by so slowly for Jessie. She slowly became addicted to looking around for David. It was so hard to find him when he was like his old self. She would hear of him getting into fights around the school and winning, but when she would make it to the location, he was gone.

She couldn't believe that he was avoiding her. She ignored the thought at first, but it soon settled back into her mind permanently.

She was focused on her homework and school work. No matter how hard she worked though, she couldn't concentrate enough on her work to care. She wanted to see David like always, smiling at her, or even being mean to her. But not avoiding her.

Margaret was worried about her friend. She noticed, in her own words, how Jessie was becomming crazy over her mate. She would watch as Jessie's eyes would dart around frantically at every cafateria door that would open at lunch. Everytime he wasn't there.

Margaret made Jessie eat her lunch, deciding that she needed it much more than she did. She would eat slowly, her hopes disappearing when all the doors to the cafateria would remain shut till they were dismissed to leave.

Jessie decided that she was done thinking. She wanted David. She was willing again to make it work. She wanted to throw his past away and focus only on their present.

Problem was that she didn't know if there eve would be a present them.

She wasn't very surprised when her report card came in front of her face and she was nearly failing every class. Her old self was steadily disappearing, becoming less and less important.

She walked along side Jack in silence after school. Normally they wouldn't go home at the same time, but he didn't have practice that afternoon. He had noticed her strange behavior, but didn't want to stress her further by asking questions. She kept her eyes on the ground the whole time until she got tired of the silence too, "Jack..."

"Hm?" He hadn't paid her much attention.

"Have you seen David... Anywhere?"

Jack scoffed, "So that's what this is about. Yes, I've seen him around."

That hurt. "Oh." He was around but didn't make himself present to her. Why should he? She was a complete bitch to him.

There was more silence between them. "So," Jack hesitantly pressed, "How is the tutoring with him going?"

She looked at him in question, "What?" What was he talking about? She didn't tutor. Hell, she frankly needed a tutor after seeing her grades.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, "You said you were tutoring him. Remember? You came and asked me about where he was. How's that working out? Clearly not well since his grades." He chuckled.

"Oh... yeah. I remember. But what about his grades?"

"Coach chewed him out today. Said he needs to get his ass together if he wants to continue football."

Her eyes widened. Was the same case happening to him? Was he just as horrible as her? No, he was always like that. Guess old habits die hard.

"It was bad. But, like we were all saying, its not like he ever really cared about that stuff. He had changed there for a bit, but when he came back to school last monday he's been like shit. Picking fights with everyone, looking completely horrible, and his grades slipping so badly that it would take six weeks to pull them back up if he actually tried."

She had heard enough. Her shoulders shook slightly as she trembled, trying not to cry. She needed him now.

She finally made it home and she only went inside to steal away the keys from her moms purse so she could get into the car and quickly drive off.

She sat in her car as she parked in David's lonely drive way. She couldn't tell if he was home, but she exited out of the car and went to his door to knock. No familiar face came to greet her. It hurt for her. She wanted to see his face, angry or sad. Any emotion would do.

She sat beside the door and brought her knees up to her chest. She would sit there and wait for him to come to his house. It couldn't possibly be long.