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Jax
As I'm about to pull on my black leggings and do my makeup, I hesitate. Looking down, I admire Lexi's curves. She was always picked last in all gym classes, but boy is she in shape.
Suddenly, with a start, I realize that I've been staring at her- my- body for five minutes.
That's when it hits me. I'm falling in love with being her. I'm enjoyed being the bad girl, more than just being plain old, smart, athletic, good looking Jax.
I actually sorta enjoyed being her before everything changed. Before she broke up with Cheyenne and changed everything.
Which means, she must hate being me. And she- like I- must be dreading to wake up only day and be normal again. But for different reasons. I'm gonna actually miss the attention and her life. But she is going to have to go from being "bad girl" back to Lexi. She's got to be having a terrible time with life. Grimacing when she sees me, crying herself to sleep dreading the morning to see who she will be.
As much as I want attention- no matter the cost to her- I'm not a monster. I can't go on and on like this to her.
With a sigh and a grimace, I go over to the closet and pull out a pair of jeans- skinny jeans- but jeans nonetheless. I grab a shirt with a low neck line, but it comes down to the top of my jeans.
....
"Alrighty! I'm going to start making partners for this project!" trills out our chemistry teacher.
She goes on and on, listing off name after name. I hear the usual squeals of joy when friends are put together, or groans when enemies, or people who don't talk, are put in partners.
"That is all. If I missed your name, come to the front and we'll arrange something!" she sings out. Ugh I can't stand her- and I have to go to the front to get a partner.
I'm on my way to the front, pushing through a group of obnoxious people, when I realize that there is one name I for sure didn't hear get called out. My own name. Which means Lexi and I are gonna be partners. Or should I say, heart breaker and I, are gonna be partners. Great! Just great!
Any sympathy I had for her this morning vanishes. I remember hitting her and some of the anger I've obtained fades. She'll be afraid of me.
"Why hello! Jax! You can be partnered with Lexi! What a wonderful group! I'm sure it will all be wonderful! My star pair. Why don't you two work in the hall so you can get as much done as possible? My dears! Oh, you'll do so well together!" With an oblivious smiles Mrs. Mursh rushes us out into the hall, hands us supplies, and leaves.
Things are moving much too fast for my liking. I can't help it. My heart is thundering and my breathing is fast. I feel uncontrollable anger rushing up fast.
Do you realize that today would've been our two year anniversary? Did you know I loved Cheyenne? Yes, yes you did! We were solid! She loved me back! We were contend, you stuck up...
I'm now calling her bad things- terrible things actually. Things I probably wouldn't even say to her face.
"I'll do pages two and four," she says. Her voice is hard, cold even. I almost shudder.
While I spent the last half minute swearing at her in my head, all she has done is stare at me, expressionless, not afraid at all. Furious. And not even a mind numbing, childish, uncontrolled anger like mine. A cold, clear, white anger that comes only from injustice and innocence. Suddenly I wonder if I'm in the wrong. I didn't even ask why she did what she did. I remain indifferent.
"Fine," I snap back.
We sit down- ignoring each other- and try to work. I can't focus. All I see when looking at my worksheets is my fist hitting her head. The minutes tick by. I haven't even finished question one. It's some dumb review question about naming compounds. My thoughts are too distracting to focus.
You have no right to be mad, Lexi. You deserve what you're getting. All of it.
"Oh do I?" she replies.
Crap! Did I just say that out loud?
"Ya, you do actually, so quit acting oh so innocent," I retort.
"Well let's see. Right before you lost your sense and took it out on me, what did I say? Oh yes! I remember! 'You don't understand!' Cause lets get this perfectly straight. You don't. You are too stuck up to even ask why I did what I did!" she spits out, anger sharpening each syllable.
I laugh.
"I understand enough to realize that you just didn't want to have to continue my relationship with Cheyenne. It probably would have been way too much work for you." I think I might lose it very shortly.
Lexi swears.
"Well Jax! That's your problem! You think that you are always right! You are never wrong! You can't mess up! Well, get it through your thick head that you're blind! Cheyenne was- is- cheating on you! So go ahead! Hit me again! Wreck my life! Don't let it ever occur to you that, you're wrong!"
And with that, Lexi gathers up her work and walks stiffly off, just as the bell rings to signify the end of the day.