My Wattpad Love EXTRA

Part 2

My eyes opened slowly. I groaned as I sat up in my bed. I felt sweaty and disgusting. I hadn't changed so my clothes were all wrinkly. My blond hair stuck to the side of my cheek and a trail of drool extended from my mouth down to the bottom of my chin. I felt like I had slept for ages. When did I fall asleep? I looked at the clock. The red numbers shone brightly in the dark. It was 1:00 A.M. Crap, I had taken another nap. This was starting to be a problem. The constant grogginess and the unnecessary naps every other day. It wasn't good for my health. 

I peeled off my disgusting clothing and changed into sweats. Then I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I squinted when I turned on the bathroom lights. I was a mess. My hair was in tangles and I still had not removed my make-up from yesterday. After I finished my business, I went downstairs to eat dinner... or I guess breakfast depending on how you look at it... There were no leftovers which meant my parents hadn't come home last night. I guess they were working late and staying at the company as usual. I rarely see them around nowadays. I went to the pantry and pulled out some Ramen noodles. Another fun night in the Collins house... hooray. 

I sat down and watched Netflix while I slurped up my noodles. When I finished my Breakfast/Dinner (Brinner?), I put my bowl in the dishwasher and went upstairs onto my laptop. I logged into facebook and I typed in "Julie Ann Jones" in to the search bar. 254 results, none of them her. On Twitter. 344 results, none of them her. On Google. 425,000,000 results, and I still couldn't find her. Argh! I shut my laptop and laid back on my pillow.

"I want to know more about you Julie Ann Jones!" I said to no one, "At least tell me something!" Silence filled the air. I picked up my teddy bear and hugged it in my arms. "Please, I want to know."

For the next week at school, I would look for her in the halls. Even the sight of her brightened my day. On days I didn't see her, I felt sad and dissatisfied. I soon noticed she was constantly on her cell phone, texting or writing something. Every time her phone vibrated, I would get to see another of her reactions. She would smile, or she would blush, or she would frown, or she would laugh. Her expression gave away her every thought. She was almost like an open book. I loved watching her and her interesting personality.

Oh God. Am I a stalker? Am I some sort of creep who watches teenage girl? What's wrong with me? But, I couldn't help myself. She was so incredibly cute. One time she accidently walked into a wall when she wasn't paying attention and apologized to it. And one time she tripped and fell down in the middle of the hallway and pretended that she needed to tie her shoelaces. And one time she.... Oh crap. I'm not making this better for myself. I need to stop. Melissa, pull yourself together. Focus on what you're doing right now. I grabbed my lunch tray and headed to my table. I sat alone and slowly digested my food. 

But even as I told myself to stop, my eyes always seemed to find her in the crowd. She was eating lunch with her friends again today. Everytime I looked over, she was hanging out with Laura and... Jenson? Jackson? I think it was Jason... I'm not sure. She has so many close friends... unlike me. It's probably because of her personality - always smiling and playful. Also, its probably how she stands up for herself... even though she is the one needing protection. I see the way Shane makes fun of her. The way he bullies her. People shouldn't treat others like that. I should know from experience. The way people used to treat me in my last school... But I'm strong now, I could protect her. I could support her... but she would never let me, no one would want my help. I let out a long deep sigh. 

Day after day would go by. I would wake up and then go to school. Return home and eat dinner alone. Take a shower and put on my PJ's. Crawl into bed and hug my favorite stuffed bear to sleep. Classes blurred together. Days turned into weeks. I would try not to think about her. Try not to think about Julie Ann Jones. But it would never work. And then one day. One day it all changed. 

On April 5th, the Julie Ann Jones spoke to me. She asked me to be her friend.