Junior Year Starts It All
My friends were normal. They were that group of people I could always count on and no matter what I could always go to them. Izzy was the first friend that I met when I came to Watershed High. She was 5'2" and always wore a big red "Harvard" sweater. She had black long hair with blue streaks in it and thin-rimmed glasses. Izzy's real name was Izabelle Marie Montoya Rose. Yeah. Now you can understand why she just goes by Izzy.
Then there was Adam. He had brown mocha skin and dark brown eyes. He was 6'2" and captain of the chess club. Adam was a genius even though he didn't look or act like it. Even though Adam was considered a "nerd", no one at our school ever messed with him.
Carly West needs no introduction. If you don't know her then shame on you. I met her later on in my sophomore year of school and we just hit it off. We've been great friends ever since.
Maxie Nash was Adam's best friend. Wherever there was an Adam there was a Maxie right behind him. For a while, people thought they were going out, I was one of those people as well. When Adam told me that the only reason Maxie sticks with him so much is because his dad owns a sausage shop, it all clicked together. Oh yeah, and my sister has a HUGE crush on her.
Last but certainly not least is my best friend, Jocelyn Viemore. Jocelyn and I had been best friends since fourth grade; even though when we first met she used to bully me. I didn't know why but my feelings for her started to change in the 7th grade. I saw her in a completely different light and it took me until 9th grade to realize I was in love with her. Jocelyn had light brown skin and long black curly hair. Her eyes were the softest of browns and she had curves that went on for days. Puberty had been good to her and I wasn't the only one who noticed. When we got to middle school around 8th grade, guys started checking her out more. She even developed a crush on most of them even though none of them ever worked out.
I thought this was a sign that we were met to be together but then again Jocelyn had made it pretty clear that she was straight and would never see me as anything more than a friend. I was so heart-broken over the fact that my love was unrequited that I stopped talking to her for 3 months straight in the 9th grade. I was scared and I didn't want to be hurt anymore. Around that time she was getting even more attention by guys and I just couldn't handle it. So I shut down and started hanging out more with my other friends. I promised myself I would never tell her how I felt and that was a promise I planned on keeping no matter what.
I walked down the hall toward Izzy's locker with my messenger bag slung over my right shoulder. It was junior year and Izzy was just as excited as I was to be coming back to school. It's been 2 months since Jocelyn's whole "non-panty" wearing thing back in sophomore year and everyone's forgotten about it. Even though Jocelyn's still single, I don't count on her being single for long.
Izzy saw me walking toward her locker and ran over to me, jumping in my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist; kissing my cheek. "I…missed…yooooouuu!" she said between every kiss she gave me. I looked down at the ground shyly as people started to stare at us. "Izzy stop. You're making a scene," I whispered in embarrassment.
"I don't give a damn! I haven't seen you in 2 months! How was your trip to Jamaica?" she asked, smiling down at me. "Great. But I really didn't gain any muscle so I'm having trouble supporting your weight" I replied, wheezing as I tried to sturdy myself against something.
Izzy raised her eyebrows at me and smirked. "Are you calling me fat?" she asked. "If I say yes will you get down," I replied. She nodded. "Yes, I am calling you fat" I said quickly. She jumped down off of me and pulled me into a regular hug. "I can't believe you left me the whole summer to go to Jamaica with your family. How could you?" she said with puppy dog eyes turned in my direction. "Aww, stop being so dramatic. You know if I could have taken you, I would have but my dad wanted it to be strictly family," I said, stretching my back.
"Well, tell your dad I no longer like him for taking my best friend away from me" she pouted. "I'll be sure to remember that next time he makes cookies," I said smirking at her. She quickly perked up and hopped around me. "Nevermind! I love your dad almost as much as I love you Tori bear". I looked around shyly at the embarrassing name as people around us snickered.
"No wonder everyone thinks we're together. Because of all the weird things you say and do, Izzy" I mumbled to myself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carly give Tyler a kiss and then walk down toward us as Adam and Maxie rounded the corner. I smiled and waved to them. They all saw me and waved back. "Look whose here Izzy" I said, pointing toward our friends. "Adam! You bastard! You owe me a hot dog!" she yelled, running down toward him. Adam quickly turned the other way as Izzy ran toward him.
I laughed as Carly and Maxie came over to me. "What's with them?" I asked. "During vacation, Adam and Izzy made a bet and the winner got whatever they wanted from the other. Apparently Izzy wanted one of Adam's dad's famous hot dogs that he makes from scratch. You know, real meat and turns the wheat into bread himself?" Carly replied. I nodded. "Well, Adam ate it. Needless to say, Izzy was pretty pissed" she added.
I looked down the hall as Izzy chocked Adam. "Cough up my hot dog, you bastard! Cough it up!" I heard her scream. I laughed and so did Carly and Maxie. "So what did they bet on?" I asked them. They both got quiet and Maxie smirked. "You missed a lot while you were in Jamaica for the summer" she replied. I raised my eyebrows at them and as soon as I was about to ask, Jocelyn walked down the hall.
I stared at her flawlessness as she flowed down the hall like she owned the damn place. And she did. Oh yes she did. I tried to get her attention but Candace came barreling down the hall and blocked my view of her. "Tori! Tori!" she yelled in my face. I glared down at her. "What?" I growled. "Did you grab my binder by a mistake?" she asked, hopping from one foot to another. "What?" I asked again in confusion.
"I need that binder! It has…important stuff in it" she replied shyly. I sighed and ripped open my messenger bag. I saw a baby blue binder that wasn't mine and gave it to her, but before she could grab it I saw "Maxie" in big letters with hearts surrounding it. "What…the…hell" I mumbled to myself. She snatched the binder from me and ran back wherever she had came from.
Maxie laughed as she saw her retreating. "Tori, your sister is weird," she said. I scoffed. "You have no idea".
I was sitting at my desk, trying to listen to what my teacher was saying but chemistry was always dull to me. I had taken it for at least a year and I never found anything I liked about it…until now. Jocelyn sat right in front of me and every now and then I would just stare at her as she worked. God why did I have to fall for one of the hottest girls in our school, let alone my best friend? I sighed and leaned back against my chair.
I guess the teacher; Mrs. Parker, said something about working in groups because the next thing I know, everyone in the class is moving. Jocelyn turned around to face me and I finally got a good look at her. She was wearing a yellow Hollister shirt with black skinny jeans along with her yellow flip-flops. Her hair was down like usual and she had on yellow hoop earrings.
Looking at her made me look down at what I was wearing. A blue button down shirt with dark blue skinny jeans and blue converse's. Nothing too flashy yet nothing too casual. She smiled at me and I smiled back. "Hey stranger" she said softly.
"Hey to you too. I haven't seen you in a while" I said, grabbing the worksheet that Mrs. Parker had passed out and putting my name on it. "That's because someone went off to Jamaica for the summer and left me behind" she said in mock anger, pointing at me when she said "someone". I raised my hands and shrugged. "I had a pretty good time too. So how was your summer?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
She sighed. "Boring. I worked all summer at the Holiday Inn and hung out with most of the girls on the cheer team. Oh my God! I forgot. You weren't here for it, were you?" she asked, jumping in her seat when she remembered something that was obviously important.
"What? What weren't I hear for?" I asked quickly, wanting to know what I missed. "I'm surprised no one told you…Victoria is pregnant" she replied. My eyes widened and I just sat there looking at the paper in front of me. Maybe that's what Maxie and Carly had meant to tell me this morning. Jocelyn reached over and took my hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked. I just shook my head and sighed. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing" I replied. I cursed as I remembered everything that I had done last year with my friends that my father wouldn't have been proud of. One of them, well, mainly all of it was about Victoria. The girl I was seeing everyday after school in 10th grade. The girl that I never gave my heart to but told me everyday that she loved me. I shouldn't be hurting like this, after all, I drove her away. But she's pregnant? At 17 years old?
"Whose the father?" I asked. It was Jocelyn's turn to get quiet and shyly look away. "Jeremy" she replied softly. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands at the sound of his name. Man, Jeremy really was a dick.