No interruptions
I write because when my pen hits the paper its just me and my thoughts, my words, my feelings.
10, year old Michael Jones shot in cross fire yesterday night”
Wow. That’s like what, the tenth shooting this year and it’s only just started. Wow, just...just wow. I turn the TV off unable to watch anymore.
I grab my notebook off from the end of my bed and grabbed my pen off of my side table and started writing about it.
I wonder
What would happen
If only we decided
To change our fate
If we loved
The way we tend to hate
Monday morning. I do my everyday routine. Shower, teeth, clothes, make up, and hair. It’s the same old same old.
I go downstairs grab an Apple and head out to my Black Jeep Unlimited. I don’t mean to boast but my car is Pretty badass. I blast Panic! At The Disco on my way to school. I get there 5 minutes before the bell.
I hop out of my Jeep and head inside the school to my locker. I put my combination in and grab my books for first, second and third period. If you should know anything about my school you should know that we are like every other high school.
We have the shallow girls you stay out of the way of. The jocks that think that grades don’t matter to get a scholarship. The nerds. The normal's. The weirdos. The artists. The ones who don’t know who they are yet. The oh so dreaded bad boy or so they say he is. Then we have the invisibles or at least they try to be.
I am a mix between the normal's and the invisibles. I have friends but they moved away a few years ago. One went to Illinois and the other went to Atlanta so now I’m by myself in California. We still talk so it’s not all bad. I make my way into first period which is Math. I go into the classroom and head to the back of the classroom and put my head phones in and put on Walk The Moon on full blast as students file into the classroom. A few minutes later the bell rings and the teacher starts to teach. Let the boredom begin.
I walk into last period English a little late, I murmur an apology to the teacher and go to the back of the class. I take my headphones out to hear the assignment for the day. Once I hear that it’s a partner project on A Midsummer Nights Dream which is a Shakespeare play/story I put my headphones back in deciding that I’ll do it at home and start writing when I feel eyes on me.
I turn my head slightly to the right to see Adrian Michaels staring at me, very intensely, might I add. I may be an introvert but I’m not blind he is gorgeous , but it not only hurts my pride but also my dignity to trip over my feet for a guy who most likely doesn’t know my name. When he noticed me looking he gets up and starts walking towards me. I avert my gaze to my notebook and continue writing as he continues to stare and make his way over to me. I feel other stares and I’m guessing that those are the nosy stares of my bitch ass classmates.
The chair beside me becomes occupied as Adrian takes a seat never taking his eyes off me. What the hell does he want!! I take out my earplugs and turn to him and I’m immediately met with pretty brown eyes.
I clear my throat “Can I help you” I say harsher than I would have wanted to.
A look of surprise flashes through his eyes before he smirks and leans in closer “Feisty, that’s cute”
I roll my eyes with a huff as I go back to writing. He peeks over my shoulder “What’s that?”
I shut my eyes and slam my notebook closed. “Is there a reason you decided to come over here and get on all 90 billion of my nerves” I say in a sweet voice and a fake smile as I face him and put my elbows on the desk and put my head on my fists and bat my eyelashes.
He chuckles and shakes his head ” Yeah, actually I was wondering if we could be partners for the assignment" I lift my head up in surprise. No one has ever actually asked me to be their partner before. I shake my head anyway because last time I had a partner I didn’t really have a partner. “No. Hell no. I’ll be damned if I have a partner and still do all the work”
He put a hand over his heart in mock hurt “Must you think so low of me. No but seriously I’ll help you with the project.”
He sounded sincere. Ok, why the hell not. “Ok” I smiled. He gave a closed mouth smile back. That's when the bell rang and I picked up my bag and bolted out of the door. I went to my locker before English which is why I was late so I just went straight to my car and drove home.
ADRIAN’S POV
She bolted out of her seat like it was on fire. I chuckled and shook my head. I started to get up but something on the desk caught my eye.
Jade’s Journal. It says in a pretty font on the front. I open it and immediately get a whiff of her sweet smell. On the first page there’s a note.
Dear Intruder,
Either I dropped this or You stole it either way you shouldn’t be reading it so stop right here.
P.S. I know you’ll keep reading anyway so do me a favor and don’t
I burst out laughing at the note. I decided to hurry up and try to catch her but once I realize the halls are empty I shrug and walk out to my black 1958 Cadillac Coupe De Ville. I head home and go straight to my room since I have the house to myself for a couple months. Mom and Dad are on a business trip they don't happen too often.
I fall on my bed with a sigh and run my hands through my hair. I notice I still have her notebook in my hand and decide to read at least one page just because I’m curious.
I love you
No you dont
I hate you
I believe you
I had a dream
You were in my nightmare
I love you
Love me back
Insecurities is what she called it. Wow, that’s deep. Is that what goes on in girls brains? Who is it about?
I know it’s a breach of privacy but I can’t bring myself to stop reading. It’s all so heartfelt and organized.
Jade, what’s going on in that mind of yours?
