I stare in awe as the new transferee on my class, walks towards the front of the room. The others are watching his every step, as if judging him if he'll be able to fit in this class.
Finally, a school day worth staying awake for.
His features catches my attention. He has chocolate brown eyes, brown hair, and the perfect jawline.
Yes, I know almost every guy looks like that, but no.
He reminds me of someone.
He reminds me of him too much.
I can't help but look at him. When you see someone like your best friend who left you, I think you'll be on the verge of tears. Just like me now.
"Hey everyone, I'm Josh Hutcherson and I'll be staying with you until the next years to come." he says, and now my jaw drops because of the name. "I hope we can all be friends."
"Josh?" I say, sitting straight up. Shocked by the new revelation. If he got home, wouldn't he call me, or visit me?
Did my mom know this, and wanted to surprise me?
I hold my necklace, like I always do when I'm nervous or panicked. It calms me down every time. But now that the person who gave me this is here, I can't seem to shake what I'm feeling.
Our eyes meet, then his gaze drops to my neck. And his smile drops.
Everyone looks at us, everybody on our Kentucky neighborhood knows we were best friends.
"Oh, hey Jen." He says coldly and shrugs. I slump my body, feeling the weight of sadness on my shoulders.
Everyone looks at us. Back and forth, back and forth. Probably processing why this is happening. Who should blame them, because my brain is still loading too.
How can he do that?
"Okay, enough of that. Josh, sit beside Jen. That's the only vacant seat left." Our teacher, Ms. Smith says. My eyes follow him as he sits beside me. I'm fully aware that I'm staring, but I can't take my eyes off of him.
I almost didn't here Ms. Smith say 'Free Time' because of it.
The room have been a full blast party. Everyone got loud, but I'm just here, staring.
"Snap out of it." He says with the same coldness just as before. " Surprising, you still have that necklace."
Because of that, I really snapped out of it. I hate this new person.
"Of course." I say, and he mutters something I didn't quite understand. "What did you expect?"
"That you threw it away" He says, and I can't say that I'm surprised by his answer. "Like you threw away our-"
"Like I threw away our what?" I ask. Because I don't really know what I did. Or any that I'm aware of.
"Nothing. Just stay away from me and leave me alone." He says, completely cutting off this conversation. But I'm not giving up that easily, so I still talk.
"Don't be such a jerk." I say, and he looks at me, his eyes dark and full of anger. I know that face too much, I memorized every single feature.
My eyes are full of tears, but I don't let them fall. I can't cry in front of him.
"Don't be such a crybaby. That's what I hated from you." I was taken aback by what he said. I don't know what to say.
Yes I cried a lot when we were kids. But there were reasons that brought on those tears.
This brings me back to another memory, another painful one to think about. When Josh and I were 7.
"Josh! Nick! Stop it, please!" I say, the two boys were fighting again. Tackling each other on the playground where Josh and I were just playing around a while ago.
I try to sandwich myself in between them, to break the fight. But what was I thinking? They were a lot stronger than me.
Nick's hands find me, and push me into a puddle of mud. I find myself covered in it.
I catch the attention of the two and for a moment, they stop to look at me. I see Josh's expression, full of anger and I know what would happen next.
He shoves Nick and tries to punch him, but he misses. Nick runs, giving us a death glare before he disappears from our sight.
Josh rushes to my aid and helps me up. I look down and see my favorite shirt, the one I took care of the most. It was a gift from Josh on my birthday and now it was ruined.
I can't help but cry. I was stinking from the mud and I'm not used to this feeling. I hate it. I hate what happened. I hate Nick.
Josh pulls me into a hug, but I can't hug him back, afraid that I'll cover him too.
We walk to his home, and Reyna sees us. She asks us about what happened and we tell her. She prepares a bath for me and I go into it.
I dress myself in the spare clothes that I left here on my last sleepovers. After we eat dinner, Reyna calls my mom to say that I will stay here. There were no classes tomorrow, so it should be okay.
Me and Josh went to his room. We position ourselves to something comfortable. I lay beside him on the bed and he wraps his arm around my head. I wrap mine on his chest.
"I'm sorry." He says, and I hug him tighter.
"It's not your fault." I say and he kisses my forehead.
"Good night Jen." He says. "I love you."
That was an innocent 'I love you.' No malice, and he meant it. I know. Because I meant mine too.
"Good night, I love you too."
Was all of it just a lie?
Someone wrapping an arm around me brings me back to the real time. And I immediately know who it is.
"Hi Jen, I see you two are catching up." Nick says. Yes, he's my boyfriend now.
"None of your business." Josh says, I see his fists are clenched, and I think it's taking all his self control to not punch Nick in the face. "So you two are a thing now?"
"Yes." Nick says with that smug smile on his face. He ignores the first thing that Josh said. This is completely amusing him. "Right babe?"
I hate it every time he calls me that. It's not like I'm a pig in the city.
I don't respond. I'm rendered speechless by what's happening, and I just bite my lip.
The two boys are waiting for my answer, and when I didn't, Josh stands up.
"Great news." He says, smiling. Erasing every proof that he's affected by this. I watch as he walks away, and a bunch of girls swarm him, especially that queen bee, Claudia.
What shatters my heart and hurts the most is him flirting with her back.
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