Jared is an idiot. Feel free to quote me on that if you like. I barely managed to stop myself from stabbing him in the throat with my pencil. And if he makes a comment and "smart-assedness" one more time, I'll throttle him.
At least he didn't comment on my singing to myself. I would've had to kill him. And I say that in the nicest way possible.
I walked into English and sat down in my seat. Oh, lucky me, the only empty seat was the one next to me. I just have the greatest luck, now don't I?
I opened my notebook as he sat next to me, ignoring him best I could. Then he had to go and open his big fat mouth.
"So Jayma--" was all he could get out of his mouth before I turned my treademark stare at him. It worked on everyone.
"Jared," I started. "If you irritate me for so much as a nanosecond, I will not hesitate to choke you. Kay?"
He merely nodded and turned back to his work.
Mrs. Miller walked into the room and tapped on the chalk board with those godforsaken long nails of hers. "Class," she said. Despite her young appearence, she had a raspy voice, like an old person who'd been smoking for fifty years. I liked her though. I always perspired to be a writer.
"Let me introduce you to our new student, Jared Miller," she continued. Hold up. Miller? God dammit. I just can't win.
Being Mrs. Miller's favorite student, I had the joyful task of being her asshole of a son's partner for the newest project she had whipped up for us.
We had to write a collaborative story on whatever we wanted. So far, we hadn't agreed on anything. I tried vampires, werewolves, wizards, zombies, monsters, and (God forbid) romance. Nothing. Nada. Nope. Not even. Lord help me now.
I skipped the cafeteria and went straight outside, dumping my lunch in the trashcan. I eat well enough, so don't call me anorexic. I was just too pissed off to eat anything. You would be too, trust me.
I sat under my favorite tree, even though it was raining. In Portland, there was only two seasons. Rainy, and sunny. It was rainy season at the moment.
My tree kept me dry enough, though. I put in my earbuds, turning it up as loud as it would go and the sound of Go Periscope filled my ears. Go ahead, say it. I sound more like the girl who would be listening to screamo and heavy metal, right? I'm not. Can't stand it. I listen mostly to pop and rock. And whatever Glee happens to be singing this week.
Just then, someone tapped on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, expecting it to be Alison. But then I remembered she had the flu. That only left one other person who might want to talk to me. Ashley. But she was in a different lunch period and we didn't share any classes. I only ever caught her in passing periods.
That left only one person. Jared. "What the hell do you want from me now Jared?" I said, before seeing it was the guy I'd seen in the hall earlier. "Oh, sorry," I apologized, turning down my iPod.
"S'all right," he said, sounding stunned. And, oh my God. Russian accent alert. I was a sucker for those.
"Um," I filtered through my brain for something to say. Nothing. Just perfect.
"Jamie," he said, sitting next to me.
"Jayma," I said, smiling. "Jayma Williams."
"What are you listening to?" He asked. It was nice to talk to a guy who actually cared.
I handed him one of my earbuds and we talked for a while, going through my songs for something quiter so we could actually hear each other. It was nice.
Haha, we're amnesiacs!
I ❤ Glee said:
Mot definitely :) I'll have to remember that :P
S'all good, I got it mixed up with a song called Falling Slowly the other day :)
~blushes~ I must've mixed the title with a song, ;p
And I'm def you're true fan! Just make sure you send me a signed copy of your book once it's published,;p