"That" girl

Chapter 12

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By the time the end of the day came around, I hadn't yet mustered up the courage to talk to Jack. What if he hated me? Did I do something wrong?

Ella kept trying to convince me to go up to him, but I looked at her with a look of disbelief in my eyes.

"Oh come on. Don't be ridiculous. He probably just has a lot going on, and I bet he'd be really happy if you asked about it," she said with a wink.

"He probably finally realized how annoying I really am," I muttered just barely loud enough for Ella to hear.

"Not even!" she said, dragging out the vowels so it sounded something like, "noooot eeeeveeen."

"Let's be real here. He's been talking to me for weeks. All of a sudden, it all just stops," I stated simply.

"Do you think it has anything to do with your love confession to each other?" she asked. I looked up to see a concerned expression on her face, and I couldn't help but frown at her words. What if she was right, and I just messed everything up?

"I guess that's the only reason for it. Jeez, I really screwed up," I sighed.

"Ok, shut up," she snapped, "It's not your fault that he was the one to say it first. You just wanted to let him know that the feeling was mutual."

"Whatever, I still can't just walk up to him and ask him if the fact that I said that I might like him ruined his day," I replied. "And neither can you. If I find out, and I will find out, that you went up to him and asked him, I will personally slaughter you," I said with a glare.

"Ooook," she laughed, backing away.

*timeskip to the next day*

Fist period makes me want to explode. Not just because it gets boring, but nowadays, something new has me wishing I could explode. Or shall I say, someone new.

I closed my locker slowly, avoiding the walk to first period, and I turned around. I scanned the crowd for Ella's wavy blond hair, but I didn't find her. She was almost always late. Why would today be any different?

As I finish looking through the halls, I notice a familiar brown flop of hair, and I suddenly spring up on the tips of my toes to try and get a better look.

Just as I begin to doubt that it's him, the head turns around a little, and I see that it, in fact, is Jack. It's not this that surprises me, though. He is talking to a group of the popular guys. The guys that are constantly writing on the walls of the bathrooms. The guys who TP the principal's house. The guys who make it their responsibility to terrify the little freshmen by constantly pranking them.

What was Jack doing? I wasn't going to question his choice of friends or acquaintances, but why was he talking to them?

I knew perfectly well that it was rude to eavesdrop, but let's be real here. Nobody in their right minds would pass up a chance to find out what was going on. I quickly walk toward them, making sure to hide myself in the crowd. As I get closer, I realize that there are three guys surrounding him, and they all look like muscular salamis. Their heads are cylindrical, and their t-shirts are trying to not rip over their massive chests. I feel so bad for those t-shirts. Poor things are barely holding together.

I get closer, and I slowly begin to hear snippets of their conversation.

"I'm serious. You need to keep doing it. It's just the funniest thing ever and people are going to love you for it," one of the salamis said. His voice sounded like an elephant dragging his feet across the pavement. Don't ask if or how I know what that sounds like because I won't hesitate to stab you because I don't need anyone's sass.

"I'm trying!" Jack insists. What was he trying to do? Were they forcing him to do something against his will? And what was so funny that everyone would love him?

"I told you like over nine thousand times that it's the only way. Do you really want to be in the gang?" another oe of the salamis asked. What gang?! Ohmigod are they part of some sort of satanic cult? Had I been talking to a member of a cult this whole time?

"Of course I do," Jack said with hesitation. What were they talking about!?! I really wanted to find out, and I would. At this point, I don't even care if they see me.

"Then do what we tell you," said the final salami. They suddenly turned around to walk away, almost staring straight at me. I panicked and melted back into the crowd. Never mind wanting to find out what was going on; by the look of those guys, if I angered them, they wouldn't hesitate to beat me into a smooth paste.

Jack looked up over the sea of heads at a clock in the hallway. Only then did I notice that class would be starting soon, and I was swept off toward my classroom in the stream of heads and limbs.

As I stepped into my class, I tried desperately to forget Jack's slightly pained expression when the guys were talking to him. And I also couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to go downhill.

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