Back to Canada

Anna had always been that nerdy girl from Canada. The girl with the glasses, the boring clothes and the perfect grades. Everyone remebered her as that girl. But when she returns to her old school, nobody realises it's her. Is it her new start, or is it just the same life over again? And what happends when Justin Bieber, who was the worst of all in the past, invites her to his party? What happends if she goes? ...

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59. ~ Succesful Delivery ~

Anna's P.O.V.

I called an old 'friend' named Trevor a few days back. I met him in Australia, and something similar to the Jenny and Justin situation happened there. He was hired to track the number, the person got expelled, and everyone but the asshole who posted stuff lived happily ever after. Or something like that.

Trevor specializes in computers and tracking. I barely know him, but I once saved him from a nasty situation with guys from the football team, and he told me that if I would ever need anything with tracking, I should just hit him up. He has complained a bit about the bad connection, but he says he's on to it, but he had to crack my phone from the other side of the planet, to do so. So problem one is being delt with, now on to problem two. Jennifer and the kid.

I don't know as much as I had hoped. Blair, Jenny's best friend, still talks to her, but only outside school. Sadly. She told me that Jenny does not talk a lot about it, and that her dad kicked her out. Her mom is secretly paying for her hotel room. I can't  imagine what she's going through. I don't want her to give up, but if she does, I would not blame her.

 

 

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Chaz' P.O.V.

I had been trying to talk to Jenny as soon as I heard about her pregnancy. To be honest, it made no sense what so ever, that Justin was the father. I even did research on everything, and I ended up seeing a lot of stuff I wish I could erase from memory.

I did'nt mean for it to happen. It just ... Did. She was drunk, I was drunk, there was a bed, you can figure out the rest. It was after Justin dumped her, I swear! I did not want to break the bro-code, but I ended up doing it. And about three weeks later, she calls him in the holidays, saying that she's pregnant. How did this happen!? ...

Everytime I tried to talk to her, call her, text her, even call her parents, she shut me out. I had to do something. I could'nt live knowing, that the child she was carrying was mine. Highschool sucks.

I ended up doing the worst thing I could have done. I found a trashy program online, that could send messages to phones from any computer or device. I took advantedge of that, collected as many numbers from the school as possible, and sent that horrible text that ended up changing everything.

What the Hell was I thinking!? ...

Everything just fell apart.

I now had to look Justin and Ryan in the eyes, not only pretending that I don't know anything, but also pretending that I never slept with his ex. I don't think I've felt this bad. Maybe except that one time, where I joined others in bullying this girl. I don't remember her name, but we called her Maribeth or something. It was stupid. It did not even sound like a bullying word, but the way people ... Said it. It was the way they said it, that made the difference. Like it was a toxic name. I joined the bullies one day. I helped breaking her. I helped forcing her to move somewhere on the other side of planet.

After she left ... The whole school changed. We never did anymore. Everyone felt bad. Everyone regretted it. She did'nt have Facebook, Twitter or any social media stuff. No one even her number, so no one could apologize.

She then came back. No one has seemed to reconize her but me. Claims to a Rachel. Has the same last name as me. I guess she just changed her name, just like she changed her looks. She's beautiful. She always was.

I remember thinking to myself, while I was bullying her about three years ago, 'Why am I doing this?' Why am I hurting a person, who has never done any wrong to me? Why am I bullying a beautiful girl, who's never done any wrong?'. Sadly, my thoughts did not stop me. I remember she looked me in the eyes before she left. She looked at me with disgust. I knew why. She thought I was different. I thought I was different. But ... I'm not. I bullied her, I sent that text, ... I'm just like the others ...

But I'm about to change that. I won't blow her cover, because it is clear, that she does not want people to remember her.

While I sat in my thoughts, I did not see my computer screen flickering somewhere, flashing these words on the screen:

*Succesful delivery of all messages to LordTrevor*

Message:

You are seriously screwed, mate 

 

 

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