Excerpt from the diary of Jennifer Lucille Warren. Undated.
Suicide Attempt #4
Epic disaster. Dipstick fucker ruined everything. Acted like a complete jackass.
Maybe I should make it into a murder-suicide.
Lunchtime was a beautiful period of the day. No learning, expensive food, and friends to tease. And Reid found it even more beautiful when that crazy chick was spotted from afar, a tray of food in hand that he was just dying to overturn.
Nah, best not to reduce her to tears when she's so far away.
"Hey," Reid asks, nudging Baby Boy in the ribs a little harder than he'd intended, not caring that he made Tyler choke a little bit on his food in the process. He was probably fine.
"What?" Tyler coughs, washing down his meal with water.
"Who's that freak?" He nodded towards the girl from yesterday, noticing that she still looked as much of a loser as she did when she was crying fully clothed under the shower. Black hair, thick black rings around her creepy bright eyes, and an empty space around her at all times. She was untouchable, just like the brothers were.
But they were a hell of a lot cooler, of course.
"She is Jennifer Warren. She's a scholarship from some public down state; she transferred a few months before Sarah." Tyler rolled his eyes, "And she's not a freak at all. She's one of the smartest girls in our school."
Reid snorted.
"Seems pretty stupid to me." And too angsty to pay attention in class. Probably writes poetry about death or something.
"Looks can be deceiving, Garwin." Kate laughed, "She looks pretty innocent too, right? But I heard she slept with half the school her second month here. I'm surprised you, of all people, haven't heard of her."
"Hey, I take offense to that." Bitch.
"But get this-not only did she sleep with half the school, but also her best friend's boyfriend." Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if just saying it was scandalous.
"You're joking," Sarah gushed, "She looks so sweet. A bit dark, yeah, but in that cute harmless way."
Jennifer walked over to an empty table, reserved all for her, and started to eat.
God, just looking at her was depressing.
"C'mon, Tyler."
"C'mon Tyler what?" Tyler asked expectantly, even though he had a slight idea what Reid was planning, "I'm not a mind reader."
But they had known each other all their lives.
"Let's cheer the promiscuous little vixen up."
It's lunch and she's being shunned.
Of course.
People didn't have sex with their "best" friend's boyfriends and not get labeled a skank. And then thoroughly shunned.
But she did not care. No, killing herself would be too satisfying for them. She would not care, graduate happy and misanthropic, and then grow up successful without having to marry rich. She'd come back at the reunion and have all of them lick her shoes.
So there.
But of course, her life couldn't be that simple. Reid Garwin and Tyler Simms deemed her table worthy enough to sit down at, completely ignoring their Dipstick friends and their own sacred table. Tyler gave her a confused little smile, as if he didn't know why they were there exactly, but Reid smirked at her.
"Mr. Simms." She says politely, not bothering to greet the dickiest of the Dipsticks.
"Hey. You're in my Physics class, right?" He asks with the charming grin half the school fell for head over heels. Her included, but that didn't mean she had to show it.
She nodded with a small smile and gave Reid a glare before Tyler could start a conversation about their class. Some useless talk about how hard their teacher was, the endless amounts of homework he saw fit to pile on top of them, and God, wasn't the TA such a bastard?
"What are you doing here, Garwin?" She asks harshly.
"So I guess you haven't cooled down since last night."
"Damn, Reid," Tyler laughs, "What did you do?" Which translated as, 'So that's why you were so interested in her earlier.'
"Saved her goddamn life, baby boy." Reid defends with an arrogant smirk, "And now she's pissed off at me because of it."
"Right, of course." Tyler shakes his head.
"What!" Reid laughs, "I did! Do you want to hear the details?"
She stabbed her knife into his vegetables, an inch away from where his spoon was innocently scooping some peas. Not that he'd eat the peas. He hates them, along with most vegetables.
"Shut the fuck up." She hisses, "If you're just here to bug the hell out of me, then leave, okay?" She rolls her eyes, "I mean, no wonder you're a player. No girl can stand you long enough to stay, can they?"
He gives her a considering look.
"So I hear you're a transfer, like Caleb's girl. Came a few months before her, actually."
"How do you even know my name?" She asked, uneasy.
"I know some people." He shrugs, "How come we've never met before? I mean, you're more of a slut than Kira, right? So I hear."
"Reid!" Tyler hisses, elbowing him.
"I never met a chick with silver eyes before," Reid continues conversationally, "Are you some type of beastie in disguise? Vampire, maybe?"
"Yes. I twinkle gayly in the sunlight, and in the dark go on about how lonely and dangerous a creature I am to seduce young, vulnerable womenfolk." She says, resisting the urge to impale Reid with her fork as Tyler laughed.
They were contacts. She'd figure that if she were going to a fancy Catholic private school, she might as well make everyone think she were some type of freak. And silver eyes were very freakish.
That's why she dyed her hair black, too, wore dark accessories, got that fake ID which enabled her to get that triquetra tattoo on her shoulder, pierced her ears multiple times along with her navel, got those surface piercings at her hips and had a small little stud in between her pointer finger and thumb that hurt like a bitch.
Well, that was a small reason why. She also thought they looked wicked cool and she managed to look like an introverted freak when she had black hair.
"No wonder you're more of a whore than Kira. She just goes after the men."
"Listen," She says in the 'this is your last warning' voice she had perfected over the years, "I don't even fucking know you,"
"Of course you do. I'm a son of a Dipstick." He laughed as if it were more amusing than insulting. Tyler choked on his drink, wondering if nice looking Jennifer Warren had really said that about them or if Reid was just insulting them like usual. Then again, she was unexpectedly rude to Reid.
Everyone was rude to Reid, though.
"I meant know you. As in we hadn't even had something resembling a conversation until last night, and my impression of you has not improved in the slightest. In fact, it's dropped significantly, so will you excuse me while I leave and never talk to you again in my life!"
She slams her hands on the table and stands up.
"Actually, I do mind."
"I'm not some laugh you can access at any time. That time was an accident that's never going to be repeated in your presence."
"I know. Because you, Jennifer Warren, are going to be my girlfriend, till death do us part."
"What!" Tyler exclaims.
Her thoughts exactly.
She drops back into her seat.
"And why would I do that?" She asks quietly, clenching the fork in her fist so hard she would probably break something. Like his stupid face.
"Well, I didn't tell anyone about last night because of what a nice guy I am and all," She snorts, "But if I were to let it slip to, say, the principal? I shudder to think what would happen to you. You'd hardly be able to have a moment to yourself! And that scholarship you have, well, when's it coming up for review? I'd hate to see what the big guys would think about poor little Jenny Warren trying to-"
"Shut up." She interrupts, "People are calling me the school whore. Why would I lower the bar even further by being the school man-whore's bitch?"
"Reid.." Tyler warns. He must be as morally righteous as they say Danvers is. Well, not as. He is Garwin's best friend, after all.
"Because you'd be under the protection of the Dipsticks. I mean, surely you noticed the boost in popularity all the other Dipstick girls are receiving? You'd be worshiped by men, and women would fall over themselves to get in your favor."
"What makes you think I'm interested in that?"
"Who isn't?"
She hated how he acted like she had no choice in the matter.
And she hated how she really didn't.
"Fine." She sighed, before standing up abruptly. "I'm going to the library." She glared at Reid sharply, "Don't follow me."
"As if I wouldn't." Reid laughed, grabbing the rest of his burger and following her.
Tyler watched them go with a frown on his face.
A note passed from Jennifer Warren to Reid Garwin in the library
So how does this work?
How does what work?
You being my boyfriend.
Hey, I just said you were my girlfriend. Not the other way around.
What are you getting at? It works both ways.
Not really, no.
You're bullshitting me.
Not really, no.
You are an unbelievable asshole.
Come on, baby, don't be like that.
Like what? Honest?
Lunches with the group. And afterclass we study in one of our rooms.
That sounds tame considering you're blackmailing me into it.
Study can be loosely translated to you doing all of my homework.
How long is this relationship going to last?
Till I get bored of you.
