Chapter two:
'I heard that Wilson has some weird fetish's!' Tamara always had interesting gossip, well not always interesting but it was definitely gossip.
'If he likes feet then he would appreciate Jessica her big toe is bulging out of those shoes of hers, I walked past today and thought it was going to poke me in the eye' Ming wasn't really a gossip person, but she liked to contribute her PG13 opinion on things, even when it came to fetish's. Usually Jenna would laugh along with them and try her best to use the slang Tamara was fluent in, but after a brief trip to reality Jenna had faded back into the land of Matty McKibben's blue eyes staring back at hers. Was it pathetic of her to wonder why he didn't look straight past her? But then she realized she was staring directly at him when they linked eyes, he probably just thought she was some weirdo watching him. Lost between her world and Tamara's list of Wilson's fetish's Jenna was half in half out, so she dismissed it. They just happened to link eyes, she didn't even know him he was just a pretty face with a catchy name.
The sound of the heavy school bell pounded in Jenna's head and as Ming waved goodbye Tamara and Jenna walked to their lockers, Jenna dropping Tamara off on her way to hers.
"Want to hang out after school?"
"I was thinking of going to buy that new dress I saw in the window display down the street, the lady says $100 but she's crazy if she thinks I can't bargain her down."
"Maybe another time then?"
"Jenna!" Tamara said rolling her eyes "you can come with me you know, you're not allergic to the shops."
"T!" Jenna said mockingly "I am allergic to your bargaining skills, she'll probably up the price!" Tamara let out her large contagious laugh, flashing her big white teeth and throwing her head back giving Jenna an interesting view of her nostrils.
"I'll see ya later T." Jenna giggled as she flung her wavy brown hair over her shoulder and continued down to her locker. As she walked down she walked past Matty, a daily occurrence, not that he ever noticed, and the only reason it registered with Jenna was because of her overthinking before. As usual they walked straight past each other, without even a glance.
Jenna opened her locker and stood inside it for a minute staring at her books, one on top of the other. Her locker wasn't messy, nor was it neat. It was the perfect in-between of OCD and 'dear lord'. Jenna felt like she had been there before, maybe she was having Dejavu? Then she thought to herself, 'nope my life is just boring', each day she would turn her combination '24 right, 7 left, 11 right' pull it down see the same books go to class stare at the board behind the teacher, go home then fall asleep, wake up and repeat. No wonder she let her thoughts get the better of her, at least her imagination could occupy her mind until' something real happened. She ran her fingers along her books stopped at Geography and began to slide out the book only to push it back in, today she had decided she was going to shake up the routine and skip last period, no one would miss her, she was going to relax by herself. Hearing the bang of the closed locker made her feel accomplished, taking long strides of relief from class down the hallway! This was what she needed; a break from the cycle and the little rebellion was giving her a mini adrenaline rush.
