I hate love stories. Any novel or book that starts with "I hate love stories" I shrug off and mumble "bullshit." I hate the fake love scene where they obsess over this "Perfect guy" and always screamed about how the girl was smart and pretty, but what I hate more was the stories that pretended they weren't such bullshit.
You see these romance stories all the time, he saw her and she saw him and it was perfect. He was handsome she was beautiful and everyone thought they were perfect. She was scared, but he new what to say because the world is perfect like that.

I'm calling Bullshit.


9. Deviant Friends

Friday and Saturday was nothing but a blur. My friends were whispering immature penis jokes, Miranda was trying to convince me that most of the school wants to sleep with me, and I'm still crashing and burning in Chemistry.

My friends have always been immature so it wasn't new, but some how one of them named Miranda got onto the topic of how fuck-able I was. It was weird hearing that from her mouth. Miranda, Rose, and I were all in add room when she brought it up. "I swear to god I'd sleep with you if I could."

I blushed a little shyly. I knew Miranda was bisexual, but no matter who the friend it's shocking to hear her say that. "Well, what about the people that hate me. They wouldn't sleep with me. Also, what about the straight girls?"

Miranda took to the challenge. She flipped her red hair and turned to our friend Rose who was too busy reading to notice our unusual conversation. "Rose would you sleep with Makayla?" she asked with wide green eyes. Miranda is the kind of girl who would willing admit to being the daughter of Satan, and she kind of looked like Areal from the Little Mermaid. In other words she was a beautiful devious girl.

Rose looked up and put her hand up and made a pft sound, "Heck no, do I look like a lesbian to you?" I couldn't help but smile at her whenever she talked. Rose and I have know each other since middle school. Though, we both went to a middle school named Axtell Park, but was known as Crack-stell Park. I don't know where the name came from, but it probably has to do with the amount of burn outs in the school, and the fact that we were one of the most diverse middle schools. When Rose and I reached Lincoln high school we both staggered back at the amount of white people in this school. Despite being white myself I was still shocked.

Miranda, still leaning towards Rose, wasn't about to give up. "What if you were though?"

Roses black eyes widened "Oh yeah. Than I defiantly would."

Miranda turns to me with a smug smile. "This doesn't mean anything." I mumbled.

"Oh please," She chimed back while pulling out her book "The only guy who wouldn't ask you to sleep with them is a guy in a serious relationship." I sat there in silence with Jacob on my mind. Suddenly my thoughts were broken by Miranda pointing at my face saying, "Wait, wait. A guy in a serious relationship hasn't asked you has he?"

"Well," I try to answer, but was immediately cut off.

"Oh my god who is it?" Rose asked from behind me.

I buried my face in my book while mumbling, "I'm not saying shit."


Miranda then started to guess, "Do you think it was Kevin?"

Rose just shook her head, "Probably one of those nerdy guys like Cole."

"But Cole's gay." Miranda responded in her a-matter-of-fact voice.

This went back and forth between my too mischievous friends. I was surprised that they hadn't guessed-

"JACOB!" Miranda cried.

Rose nodded, "His girlfriend doesn't treat him right anyways so it would make since."

Suddenly the boy in front of Miranda turned around and added, "Jacob is the most loyal guy I know. There's no way he'd cheat on her."

The rest of add room consisted of Rose, Miranda, and a random boy arguing about who asked me to sleep with him. The one moment that stuck out most about Friday was when I ran into Jacob before school. I didn't expect to find him sitting in the art hallway, but there he was cross legged and playing flappy bird. In felt like I was shot in the chest when I saw him. I literally staggered back a bit even.

I don't know if I rushed off blushing from the embracement, or by the fact that his girlfriend was next to him glaring at him as he looked at me and let a small smile touch his lips. She had her blonde hair pulled back and made her face look narrow like she was an arrow pointed right at you. Her eyes were a greenish blue that carried a type of sting with them when she glance towards me than back at Jacob. Maybe I would've said something if I knew she wouldn't hurt him for it. Maybe she wouldn't hurt him, at least not then. Even looking back it's impossible to know.

Now, every time I pass her in the halls I feel shivers cover my arms and legs. My anxiety forms into a small voice constantly telling me she knows about Jacob, she knows what you're trying to do. Honestly though what am I doing?

Why am I chasing Jacob around like this? Was it because I liked him? Because he gave me attention unlike Dakota? I could barely finish my homework with all these questions on my mind. By the end of the day I guess all I want out of whatever I was doing is to make sure he doesn't have to go through it alone.

When I finally left Sean after two years I didn't have many friends. Not many I could talk to. So I stumbled around school wondering around for a place to belong. I never really hung around anyone else but Sean, but that was mostly because he became jealous and angry when I did. it's hard to figure out this stuff on your own, and sometimes even more so when people who don't understand what its like try to help.

If I could keep Jacob from going through this alone that's good enough for me.


My Saturday was wasted away from video games and my friend Nora's crazy family. I usually say crazy is a good thing, but this family has made an exception. Nora's family consisted of her mom, sister, grandma, aunt, and Nora. The whole family practically lives under the watchful eye of Nora's grandma, but Nora and her sister Reema are constantly trying to undermine her authority. Meanwhile they both infuriate their grandmother who has this hunger for power, and Nora's mom is more like a woman trying to live out her teenage years; after hearing what Grandmother did to her it's no wonder why she's trying to reclaim them, but reclaiming them in the middle of your daughters teenage years is down right irresponsible. The only one who doesn't contribute to this is Janet, Nora's aunt, who happens to be blind and deaf.

It's no wonder why Nora wants to break out of her house sometimes, and whenever she does she ends up at my house. I really like having Nora around though. She's the one friend I could tell everything to. Honestly it's hard to find friends who realize the value of a secret.

Once in the safety of my home we sat back on the couch with blue raspberry mountain dew while she told me about how her mom made her cancel plans with David, her boyfriend.

"Why would she do that?" I asked while she scratched at her purple hair.

She rolled her eyes and sighed "Because Reema told mom he hit me."

I gave her a quizzical look "Did he?"

She shook her head, "If he did you'd be the first I'd tell. Hell, I even told you when CJ started hitting me and saying he was cheating on me with you."

"Thank god you talk to me first. I don't want to know what kind of blood bath that would spill." I paused for a moment and took a drink of mountain dew before adding, "If you want you can invite him over. We can just hang out and stuff."

Nora let out a big cheesy smile and called David. It's always nice to see her happy especially with the people she has to go home to. "So what have you been up to? You and Dakota going well?" another thing I love about Nora; she asks me if I'm ok too. It may sound simple, but surprisingly a lot of friends I have forget to ask if you think you're going to be ok.

"Well, I'm really not suppose to tell anyone about it." I said knowing Nora would chime . . .

"OH Come on! It's not like I know anyone at Lincoln anyways." Nora goes to New Tech. There's really not much to say about it except if your a computer person you'll love it there.

"Do you know Jacob P.?" I asked. She just shook her head.

I told her everything that happened with Jacob and his girlfriend. I even got to the part about how he said she'd hit him, but before I could finish she hollered "I know him!" I almost smacked my forehead, but before I could she said, "I didn't know his name, but there's this girl and him who ride the New Tech bus home. She's always yelling at him."

She sat back and told me about how time after time again this girl would hit Jacob on the bus ride home. Once when he admitted to going to his friends house she slapped him HARD. Then, there was the time she found him smoking at the station and she hit the cig out of his hand and started yelling. I couldn't help, but smile.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked in the middle of another bus story.

I shrug "I was worried he was lying to me. He wasn't lying about it though. He told me the truth and that he really does need help"

Nora gave me a suspicious look, "How are you even going to help him?"

"Honestly I don't know, but when I left Sean I guess it would've been easier if I wasn't alone. If I had someone to remind me that what he did wasn't right, and that they'd help me through it I don't think I'd stay in that relationship as long as I did. Maybe just being there would help."

"What about his bitchy girlfriend? How will you work around that thing?" she asked.

I told her about Sunday and how he already found a way for me to come over.

"Do it." Was all she said when I was finished. David came over shortly after and we wasted our dollars and time at an arcade in a outlet mall.

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