Somethings Gotta Give 09.

After dinner Jeremiah called my mom. And believe it or not, she didn't believe us. It's amazing how stupid she actually is. He cheated on her once, and did it again, and won't believe it happened. It's ridiculous.

Everything seemed to get bad once I changed myself. Maybe, JUST maybe, if I hadn't changed, then I wouldn't had worried about that party, then I wouldn't know that she broke her promise to me, I would had never met Craig, and I would had gone to the park with him and then saw my dad. It's all ironic. But, maybe for better or for worse, it's a great thing I've changed. I stopped thinking that everything was perfect, that my dad wouldn't ever cheat again, or Lex wasn't a promise breaker, and that I was meeting new people.

I stood still, scanning my basement for boxes. Not any boxes, the boxes containing my old clothes. I just wanted to wear my old shirts. The blue jeans were fine, except the skirts and all. I dug out my old attire and took them to my room. I dumpped them out across my bed and began to put all the "cool" clothes in the boxes. I left a few blue jeans out, they weren't that bad. But all the mini skirts, skinny jeans,[i actually have no bad opinion in these clothes, just for character reasons] and whatever else wasn't needed went into the boxes. I duck taped them shut and tossed them down into the basement, not caring where they landed.

Tuesday Morning.

I walked into my first block class and sat in my normal seat. I felt a few paie of eyes burn holes into me, obviously wondering why i changed my attire the way I did. I had on a pair of blue jeans with a hole on the right knee, a few strings still attached to the other end. I had a green striped t-shirt shirt on, with my hair in a bun. Since my hair was layered, a few pieces hang down, including my banges. I only put on eyeshadow, didn't feel much was needed. This morning Jeremiah smilied at me more then he normally does, guess he was happy I was back to myself.

Lex came in and looked at me, then sat in her seat, keeping her head down. She hasn't talked to anyone in days. She sits by herself in lunch, while I sit with the people from chess club like last year. They weren't like Lex, they didn't drool over boys alot, and were pretty laidback as I am. She wouldn't pass notes in class or stay at her locker for more than two minutes.

Matt sat down beside me, obviously wondering why i didn't wear what I've been wearing to the past week. He was about to tap me on the shoulder when the teacher walked in. He started lecturing and playing random clips, mainly from The Patriot.

I took down notes and tried to block out a few of the people "whispering" in the back. I could hear them saying, "Looks like the nerds back to herself." And things around that neck of the woods. I seriously, didn't care. Yeah, it affected me a little, but still. When the bell rang, I shot up out of my seat and quickly left the room. My next class was computer science, which I loved, so I wanted to get there quickly. I went to my locker, ripped down the picture of me and Lex and also took out the mirror. I got my 3rd block book, we didn't have any for Comp., and shut my locker. I jumped. Matt was standing next to my locker.

"Self, what do you want?" I asked, walking past him.

"I was just wondering how come you changed your outfit. No makeup, to tight shirts, no flip-flops, no purse." He asked, following me quickly.

"That, wasn't me. And I'm not going to act like it was when everyone knew that it wasn't."

"Oh, okay. Well, truthfully, I like it. You won't have guys drooling all over you and just wanting to get in your pants."

"Oh, so they won't drool over me like this?" I laughed.

"You know that's not what I mean Jess," He said, looking at me with a serious expression on his face, "It's just better for your sake."

"I think I grasped what your are trying to say pretty boy. But why would you care?" Why I called him pretty boy, I don't know.

"Well, I don't want you to get hurt. I like you, your different from everyone else. By the looks of it, you don't care what people think about you, and your just.. original."

"Oh my, The Famous Matt as cracked the code about me. Well done." I said fixing to turn into my class.

"You funny, you know that Jess." I stopped by the door.

"Eh, if you must call it that then be my guest. But the way I see it, I'm just a smart-alick[spelling?] and pretty pessimistic." I turned into my classroom and took my seat.

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"Jessica! Can you get the plastic bat for me?" Coach Campbell yelled from the front of the gym. I stood up and went to the storage closet and got what he asked for. We were playing 'woffleball' in the gym, since it started raining outside. He picked our teams for us, me being on a team with some of the jocks and a friend that I made in computer science today. Matt, Craig, and Kevin were all on the same team. Matt stood towards the back, Craig had second and Kevin was the pitcher. Great, just great. A few people had batted before it had came my turn. We had two outs, second base was taken by Amelia, my new friend, and we were leading by four.

Kevin pitched the ball, and I swung. Missed, damn it. I used to play softball, but it's been a while. I would take my anger out on the ball and that's the way I got so many R.B.I's and homeruns. I figured I would go ahead and take my anger out now. He pitched the ball and WHAM! I hit it. It didn't go far though, before making friends with Kevins 'family treasures'...

this one is pretty much a filler, but I had fun writing the last part. ;] haha. well, i know this was lame, but I had to put it in for the next few parts thats coming up in the story.

i've come up with another story idea, i might write it after this one's done. which won't be long, i'm not really "feeling" this story anymore. well, r/r/c, kthanks. ;]