High School Romance.

Ariel, an image of a red-headed mermaid poped into your head, didn't it? Well, that's kind of me. A fiery red head and look alike to Molly Quinn. I just started high school (oh joy.) and I'm so not used to it. What happened to small schools? Oh well, but, I can't really complain. And all of my classes are fairly easy, and every single one of them I share with the most random guy, football jersey number 13. That's what I call him, thirteen. And I think I like him... like, LIKE LIKE him... and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way about me...

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42. Chapter Eight, Part Three.

(A/N: okay guys, bear with me on this chapter... it's very... um... please read with an open mind. Read responsively, and this is probably more +13 of age. Cursing will be in here too, again...)

I walked back into my house and heard nothing. Jackson and the thing must have already left. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jackson's car keys still on the key rack. Maybe they're walking? No, Jackson would want to apear all posh and amazing and blech. What is it with guys and coming off like that?

I walked upstairs, I sighed to myself and went over to my room.

"Baby, don't you want to though?"

I stopped in my tracks and listened, who the hell was in my house?!

"Yeah, of course, but... you're only what, fourteen?"

Was that Jackson's voice?

"So? I've done this before, baby."

I knew that voice. It had to be Brianna. It had to be. My stomach lurched as I slowly made the conection that their voices were voming from behind Jackson's closed bedroom door.

"You... you have?" Jacskon asked.

"Well, once... it didn't mean anything." Brianna said.

"Oh... okay then... I guess."

Brianna laughed. "Good, now come here."

That was it. I flung open the door to Jackson's room and Brianna screamed.

"ARIEL! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Jackson screamed.

I took in the scene in front of me. Brianna lay topless (clutching Jackson's bed sheets to her chest) glaring at me, and stupid Jackson was just barley starting to take off his belt, and his shirt was already removed and tossed carelessly onto the floor next to Briannas.

"Jackson..." I whispered. I regained my voice and blinked back tears. "Why? Why would you be so stupid?"

"I'm not being stupid!" He said defensivly while putting his belt back on.

"Really? Tell me then, what would you have done had I not come in. Huh?" I said.

Jackson looked over at Brianna for support- of which she gave him none- and then down at his bare feet.

"Tell me, Jackson, what would Mom and Dad say if they were the ones to walk in?" I asked.

Again, I recived silence.

"Jackson, tell me!" I said in a fast, furious tone.

"You wouldn't understand." Jackson snapped.

"Oh really? 'Cause she's the same age as me," I pointed at Brianna, "if she's old enough to go through with it, then why can't you just tell me?!"

Jackson's face fell. He looked back at Brianna, and then back to me. "Ariel, I'm so sorry."

"You know what, Jackson? Save it. I don't give a care anymore." I turned and walked into my room. Grabbing a bag, I started to throw in what I would need at Stephanie's.

"Ariel," I turned around and Jackson was standing in my doorway. I went back to packing my bag.

"Leave me alone." I said. I looked over my shoulder at him in disgust. "It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"Ariel, I-"

"No! Don't you dare give me another line of crap that is supposed to make me feel better. You can go rott in hell for all I care!" I screamed. I stormed passed him and outside into the cold air.

I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and walked to Stephanies'.

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