Somethings Gotta Give 11.

I stood at my locker trying to pry my book out of my locker. It was wedged in between the side if it and another book. Class would start in ten minutes and I couldn't get my darned book out. I tugged on it some more until I jerked it out. I stumbled backwards, landing flat on my butt. I glanced around, thanking God no one was in the hallway. I stood up, dusted off the bottom of my pants and continued to get my needed items from my locker. The halls started filling up with students and I shut my locker door. I turned around, only to be swiftly knocked back onto the locker.

Kevin had his arms pinned above my head, and his other one over my mouth. Did anyone notice? No. Just because I wasn't one of those popular chicks it wouldn't matter anyways.

"Hey Jessica. Hows your head? Don't want that pretty face of yours getting anymore damage now do we?" He asked

"How do you.. you. I should've known."

"I can't believe you didn't know it in the first place." I tried getting loose from his grip, but it was no use. "Quit squirming dammit." He said, making his hold more tight. I winced at the pain forming around my wrist. He moved his other hand down to my thigh and traced circles.

"You know, I find your nerdy look very attractive." I looked away in disgust.

"Kevin, I could careless what you think." I spat.

"Now now, let's not get.." Kevin was cut off by a voice coming from our right.

"Parde, let her go." Matt. I grinned, seeing him made me happy. Even more with the predicament I was in at the moment.

"Oh Matthew. We're just messing around." Kevin replied, letting my wrist free. I made my way over to Matt and stood behind him. Matt shot him another glare and pulled me towards our history class.

"Jess, what was that about?" He asked me, sitting in the seat beside me. I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my legs. He shook his head and started writing down things.

-five weeks later-

I still hadn't told my brother or Matt that Kevin was the person who shoved me into the wall. I didn't feel like having Jeremiah get all pissed and taking matter into his own hands, like I knew he would. We just got out of school for Spring Break, and I didn't really have much to do. Jeremiah was always out, didn't spend as much time at home like he used to. I don't know what had gotten into him. Matt and I had became really great friends. He always listened to me and I needed to talk. He was also really sweet and nice. Jeremiah said he had a 'thing' for me, but seriously, who cuold like me. The extremely chick who would make it to Yale before 3/4 of her graduating class even considered going to a techincal college.

I sat down in my room again wrapped up in a 'Clifford the Big Red Dog' blanket that I had from when I was still a child, but this time I had a glass of milk and pizza. I was watching Freddy vs. Jason, it was my all time favorite horror movie. It was about to be in the middle of the movie when a loud banging noise arose from downstairs. I shrieked, of course the persons timing was horrible. I grabbed my blanket and started out my room, to see what was going on...