(A/N: Just so you know, author's notes annoy me, so you probably won't see very many from here on in. If they annoy you too, you can just skip this part and move on to the rest of the story. This is my first fan fic so please read and review. I will try to put up a new chapter every two weeks, but it depends on how much volleyball, debate, and homework I have. I also will not respond to reviews in the story, so don't expect it, but don't let it stop you from reviewing! All of the 1-800-WHERE-R-YOU characters belong to Meg Cabot, which, coincidentally, isn't me. Wow, that was long and even those of you who don't mind A/N's are getting annoyed right about now. So without further ado :)

Chapter One: The Beginning

Jess's POV

Yeah, I'm still writing all of this down. I guess it's become a habit; I just can't seem to stop. Let me start off by telling you that my life sucks. I know I've said it before, but it doesn't hurt to reiterate it. My life sucks. And the best part? It's still Ruth's fault. Don't get me wrong, she is my best friend, but sometimes I can't help but wonder what my life would be like if she didn't keep messing it up. Don't believe me? See for yourself.

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Jess's POV

"Don't forget to call me, alright." Rob reminded me as he hopped back on his Indian after dropping me off at school and headed off to work.

Yeah, like I would really forget to call him.

So, let's get this straight. After finally introducing Rob to my parents, they sort of freaked out. Not so much my dad, but my mom, that's another story. Not right in front of Rob while he was lying in a hospital bed, but when we got home. Let's just say that the next day at school, Claire Lippman said that she felt sorry for me. Well, I finally managed to persuade her to at least give Rob a chance after about three days of begging incessantly.

Rob and I were supposed to meet up later tonight to eat dinner at Chicks. It had become one of my favorite places for a good burger seeing as though my dad's restaurants only served Italian. I walked up the stairs and through the front entrance of Ernest Pyle High School. I met up with Ruth halfway between her and my lockers.

"Why do you look so happy today?" she asked. "Does it have something to do with a certain someone who may or may not have given you a ride to school today?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to play innocent.

"Please, you can't fool me. You called me this morning telling me not to bother picking you up today and fifteen minutes later I see you getting on the back of that Grit's motorcycle. I'm not stupid Jess."

"Yeah, so he gave me a ride to school this morning, what's the big deal? I would also appreciate if you would also stop calling my boyfriend "that Grit. He does have a name you know."

"He's going to hurt you Jess. You know that."

"You know what?" I asked, anger reaching by boiling point, "I don't know that. I also don't know what you have against him. He is a human being for cripes sakes!" I was practically shouting at this point. People were staring to stare, but I didn't care. "I thought you weren't like that Ruth. I thought you would be happy for me that I found somebody I love. I never expected you to patronize me for it. I thought you knew better than to judge someone by which part of town they live in!" With this I stormed away leaving an astonished Ruth in my wake.

I kept on walking right out of the school and out the doors. I didn't care about getting in trouble; I already had detention for basically the rest of the year anyway. I kept walking down High School Road, past the car wash and the McDonald's. I wandered aimlessly for ten minutes before deciding that I would go see Rob. I started heading in that direction when I suddenly felt a searing pain in back of my head. That's when everything went black.