Life of a Fangirl

Chapter 6

I was reading my book during lunch when I saw Michelle (standing with the populars) push Jack towards me. I was sitting next to Jamie (we had now been together for around three months, and never spent a week apart), who was playing a game on his phone, and Amy who was sitting next to Ron. They were both on wattpad. "Hey, you know Jamie doesn't actually love you," Jack smirked. I stared at him, confused. So did Jamie.
"Shut up Jack, what do you know about my life?" Jamie said, pushing his chair out and standing up.
"I'm not talking to you. Anyway, Rosie, it was a dare for Jamie to talk to you in the first place. To ask if you had wattpad. And get you number. Wondering why he never told you his username? That's because he doesn't have one. He tried to get away from you, but you wouldn't leave him alone. All of this time, he pretended to like you. He was using you as bait for us. But then he had to go and ruin it by asking you out. I bet that was all fake as well. He's probably just desperate."
"Jack, that's enough!" Amy said sternly.
"Yeah, stop it mate, it's not cool," Ron agreed. I had no words to say. I just sat there, listening in horror. Jamie reached across the table and grabbed towards Jack, looking like he was going to strangle him. This caused Jack to step back, and add an afterthought.
"Oh, and he used to make fun of you as well. He agreed to the dare of talking to you in the first place. Just to stay friends with us. He used to mock you behind your back just as much as we did. Well, now he's lost us, and I doubt you'll still want to stay with him. I think I've done my work here, goodbye." He ran back over to his friends and they all burst out laughing. I could feel tears streaming down my face. "Is this true?" I whispered. By now everyone was looking at me sympathetically. Apart from the populars, still cackling like witches over in the corner.
"Well, yes, but not the last part. I did agree to do the dare, because I'm a coward and it was the only way of keeping my friends, and-"
"So using me, making me feel like someone actually wanted me, was just so that you could stay a friend of the popular group? You are PATHETIC," I spat, shaking my head.
"Yes, but when I started talking to you, I realised that you were okay. And I felt sorry for you, so I asked you out."
"YOU FELT SORRY FOR ME? IS THAT THE ONLY REASON WE WERE TOGETHER?!"
"No, listen," tears were now coming out of his eyes, "I soon realised I liked you. No, I loved you. When we were on that first date, I found out more about you. And I really fell in love with you. And when we kissed, I just knew I had made the right choice. Just give me a second chance, please," he begged. I felt sick.
"Yeah, right. I bet that "surprise" kiss wasn't even your first, was it?"
"No," he murmured shamefully. So that's why he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. I felt sick.
"I've had enough." Still crying, I ran out of the room with Amy just behind me. Jamie called after me and tried to follow, but Ron stopped him. "Just leave her." I headed towards the girls' toilet, where no boys could get in and ruin my life, and locked myself inside a cubicle. Amy knocked on the door softly. "You okay?"
"No," I managed to gasp in between sobs.
"Aw, honey, don't worry. Look, why don't you come to my house tonight? You can cry all you like. You need some girl support."
"Thanks Amy. You're always there," I said, still blubbering. Luckily the main building toilets were a lot nicer, so no one ever came in here.

For the last two lessons, I couldn't concentrate at all. In Art, I had to sit next to Jamie because of the seating plan. I'd usually just get on with my work and ignore him, and he'd usually just mess around with his friend who sat the other side. Until I became his girlfriend. Then we would be dabbing paint on each other, drawing all over each other's work and then rubbing it out because we felt guilty, generally stuff like that. I'd never before paid much attention to him. And it went back to the same as it was before today. Except he wasn't messing around with his ex-friend, or his ex girlfriend, but staring into blank space. At one point during the lesson, he reached across me to get a pencil from the pot in the middle of the table. I closed my eyes and breathed in his cologne scent, already missing him. I was about to cry again, but I got distracted by the teacher walking past.
"Oh dear, Rosie and Jamie. What's going on?" At first I thought she was talking about the event at lunch, but then realised that she was referring to our work. "You really are behind everyone else. Stop a minute everyone, let me just tell you your partners for the homework coming up next week." She shouted that last sentence to the whole class. "Now, listen. I'm going to give you a two week project. Here are your partners. Every boy is with a girl. Sam and Kaley, Roxy and Ron, Rosie and Jamie..." I stopped listening there. Jamie was my partner. I looked at him. He looked at me. We shared eye contact. This brought back memories of our first date. I looked away quickly, not wanting him to get any ideas, and stared out of the window instead. I was still angry and didn't plan on making up with him at all. "Now, don't worry, we won't start these yet. I will give you the proper brief next lesson." She then frowned and walked to the other side of the classroom where a boy had managed to spill all the pencils all over the floor. I looked at Amy, who was on the next table. She gave me a sympathetic look. ----------------------------------------------
I followed Amy in to her house. Her mum greeted us at the door. It reminded me of when I came in here about two and a half months ago, with Jamie. I burst into tears again. "Oh, Rosie, are you okay?" Amy's mum asked. I saw Amy whisper to her mum, before she took my wrist and led me upstairs. I entered her room, and started wailing louder when I saw the place I first thought about kissing Jamie. Amy sat down on the bed and I sat next to her, still crying into her shoulder. "Boys are dicks," she said.
"You can't say that. Ron is a perfectly good boyfriend. He won't...break your heart," I sobbed.
"Shush, don't worry about me. Just concentrate on yourself. Forget about him completely." I cleared my mind, and lay down on Amy's bed. "I should probably call my mum," I whimpered, "and tell her where I am."
"Don't worry, my mum's already texted her. Just lie down, go to sleep if you want. I'll be over here on wattpad." She walked over to her desk and turned on the computer. I can't remember what happened next, so I probably fell asleep. I woke up a couple of hours later. Amy was still on wattpad. I slowly lifted myself up and padded over to where she was sitting.
"Oh hey, do you want to read my new chapter?" I started to read it, but I couldn't concentrate and my mind was buzzing, giving me a headache.
"I'm sorry Amy, but I just can't concentrate. Maybe I'll read it when I get home. I should probably get home now anyway."
"Yeah, sure. My mum can drive you."
"No, I'll walk it's fine." But as soon as I started walking towards the door my knees seemed to collapse under me and I stumbled.
"Oh dear, I think it would be best not to walk," Amy said, putting her arm around my shoulder and helping me out of the house and in to the car.