Chapter 2: Triangle of Love

Love is one of the most exciting, cute, terrifying and terrible things ever. It can be a happy part of your life, or something terrible. My love life went both up and down, depending on the boy you're talking about. Ha. Isn't it funny how one girl like me could end up stuck in something so life changing?

Love,

Once again, you're terribly confused and lost Chipette Jeanette.

As I gently tossed the diary aside, I dwelled on the past. Now, let me just continue the story, shall I? Where was I- OH yes! When Z and I met.

It had been two-thirty in the afternoon, my heart fluttering as I stared from Z to Simon. Which one did I want? I had no clue. Which one did I need? Both, I defiantly needed both by my side but most of all, which one did I love? That answer isn't one that was going to be handed out on a silver platter.

"Jeanette, are you going to leave class, it ended five minutes ago." Brittany broke into my thoughts with the sound of her voice. Startled, I jumped from my seat, nearly falling face down until I felt two sturdy arms around me.

"Thanks Si- or Z." instead of the usual sapphire eyes, I caught sight of two gleaming green eyes.

"No problem, don't forget protest, nine tomorrow. See ya there." He called, giving me another charming smirk. His eyes locked onto mine, until I broke the silent stare by looking down at my hands, my cheeks burning red.

"Okay, what's going on? You don't pay attention to class, you're checking out another guy, and you weren't nervous when talking to him. Something here is seriously wrong." Eleanor said, eyeing me intently.

"That's nice." I said, looking at the door. Then my gaze flickered over to Simon, who seemed to glare at Z as he disappeared from view as if walking into a mountain of mists.

"See you at the protest, but remember, I don't trust or like Z that much." Simon said in a snort, as if steam were rushing from his ear. I felt ready to explode, what ever happened to him saying 'Don't judge a book by his cover'?

"What about not judging a book by your cover Simon?" I hissed, glaring deep into his eyes as if I wanted to reach into his heart and soul. He seemed taken at my outburst, and just as he was about to say something, I began once more, "Don't judge Z okay? He's actually quite nice and sweet, he's very charming and if you keep on being rude you won't ever get to see the great guy inside of him will you? HUH?"

"I guess- I mean- why- what- when?" Simon seemed speechless, pushing up his black rimmed glasses I felt even angrier. Why did he act as though he didn't even give a crap?

"STOP ACTING LIKE A JERK, YOU'RE TICKING ME OFF!" I exploded.

"If I didn't know better Jeanette, I'd say you're the one being a jerk." Simon snapped with anger blazing in his eyes before he turned sharply on his heel and ran from the room.

"What the heck Jean? Since when did you start the whole 'jerk' thing? You sounded like Britt and Alvin! Seriously though, what's going on?" Eleanor tapped her foot, receiving a glare from both me and Brittany.

"Watch your mouth El." Brittany snapped, her face boiling a dark crimson red. They both exchanged angry glances, and huffing, I knew I had to butt in.

"Guys, I'm fine. Nothing is up. And I wasn't checking Z out, he's simply a friend."

"Really? The way you blew up in Simon's face over him says otherwise." Eleanor accused, her eyes narrowing. She couldn't have meant those words that felt like daggers in my heart, but by the look in her eyes, I knew one thing: She had.

"I guess I have a slight crush on him. He's cute, on the inside, he's charming, sweet, kind, loving, and he's smart! Sure he chose the wrong lane in life, but he's trying to make it better! Plus, I didn't mean anything by blowing up. I didn't mean too, I guess it's hard when your two crushes hate each other." I twirled my dark brown hair, looking at my feet with my two cheeks burning once more.

"Fine, but I don't want Z changing you. Don't do what you just did again, I've never seen that side of you 'til now, but I don't ever want to again." Brittany said matter-of-factly. I only nodded, I never wanted to see it again, or did I? It kind of felt good to just yell out my feelings like that, and yet something burned in my heart. The look in Simon's eye, the way they had glassed over, and his last words to me touched me, I needed answers, now.

As soon as I got home, I went onto the computer. Turning on the Google Chrome, I typed in: Are you crushing QUIZ. Of course, I knew I loved Simon, a lot but, what about Z? Was it simply just his charm that made me think that way, or was there something there, hidden deep inside both of our hearts?

I looked down intently on question one, which was easy. 1.) Do you find yourself looking at him? Of course I did, in class, all I could do was glance over at those two round eyes that stared back, before I turned away blushing madly. 2.) Do you blush when he catches you looking? Of course I did! I blushed when he caught me in his strong arms, or when he told me how smart or beautiful I was. I even blushed when Simon accidently brushed his bushy tail on my back. 3.) Do you think about him a lot? All the time, ever since I met him, which was exactly eight hours, twenty minutes and three- four seconds ago.

4.) Do you ever find yourself paying more attention to him than anything/one else? Yeah. My mind drifted back to when Eleanor and Brittany were talking and all I had said was, "That's nice." Before looking over to Z as he walked out from the room. 5.) LAST QUESTION! Have you ever dreamed about him? Of course I had daydreamed about him, since of course, I hadn't known him that long. I shut my eyes tightly, biting my lip as I clicked Submit answers. When I looked, I got a hundred percent. 100%. You're love sick, ask him out! EEEEEEEEE!

I slammed my head onto the desk, creating a loud echoing thud. Suddenly, two eyes peered around the corner. Closing the window quickly to conceal my doings, I spun around in the soft computer chair. There on the ground stood a tall, sapphire eyed chipmunk.

"Simon I'm so sorry a-about school. I was a total je-jerk and I hop-hope you can forgive me!" I pleaded, my eyes filled with a river of tears.

Simon's POV:

I remember how I gave her that reassuring smile.

"I'll always forgive you Jeanette, remember that." I wanted to tell her how much I loved her but, I think she's more into that Z 'munk. I nodded to her, pretending to look at my watch and seem surprised, "WHOA! Look at the time, dinner must be ready. Night Jean."

"Night." Jeanette whispered, giving me an odd yet dream like stare as I left. I smirked to myself, all the way home.

Once I turned the brass doorknob, Alvin looked at me with a knowing smirk.

"So, how was your date?" He teased, a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

"What date?" I retorted, giving him a glare. "If you want me to go on a date with Jeanette, then you go on one with Brittany."

"Hey, dude, no need to get all mad, I was only teasing." Alvin replied with the toss of his head, rubbing his stomach.

"Alvin, stop being a jerk for once and maybe Brittany would ask you out." Jeanette stood in the doorway, the sound of her voice causing me to jump.

"Jeanette?"

"Shush, I just came here because I forgot my comb and couldn't help but overhear. Sorry to burst all your bubbles, but the only one going on a date is Theo and Ellie. They're the bravest out of all of us, asking out their dreams." Jeanette continued on as she searched carefully around for her comb.

"Are you saying I'm chicken?" Alvin raised a brow, "Jeanette, I'm no chicken!"

"Whatever, I found it." Jeanette walked from sight, her hair flowing behind her as she walked. I stared for a moment, before turning. I felt my cheeks burn red slightly, before shrugging. Alvin seemed to be stunned as he sat on the couch, and Theodore's eyebrows were raised.

"WAS THAT JEANETTE?" We all shouted in equal shock. That's when I realized that something wasn't right. I bit my lip, feeling my stomach knot down inside my stomach, something here wasn't right at all.