Jack's POV
I strolled down the hallway, flashing my signature smirk to a few girls by their lockers, fist bumping a few guys walking past, even yelling 'hey' to the principle. Jerry, Eddie and Milton are already by my locker, watching me with big smiles.
"You're sure happy today." Eddie said once I reached them.
"Nice observation." I reply, opening my locker.
"What's got you in such a good mood, man?" Jerry asked, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "You find out a hot cheerleader likes you?" I laughed.
"Nah, man. My parents are going out this weekend to some place in Louisiana." I shrugged. "Apparently, we got some cousins or something they want to visit." Milton scratched his head.
"Wait... how is that good news?" He asked. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be home alone for two whole days... that would be scary!" Eddie clapped his hand onto his shoulder, causing Milton to jump in alarm.
"Dude, you are such a scaredy-cat, I'm pretty sure a pop up ad about puppies will cause you to have a little tinkle in your pants." Milton swatted at his hand.
"They pop up! How does that not scare anyone?" Rolling my eyes, I turn back to the group of friends.
"It's good news because I can totally throw a party at my house now!" I say, gesturing with my hands. "Get it...?"
"Ohhh..." Milton nodded his head in understanding. "I see now..." I smiled.
"Good. So, I'm going to invite everyone who's anyone this weekend, and who knows..." I wink before I walk away. "Maybe you guys can pick up a few girls for the spring dance." The three friends share excited glances before they rush to their own classes as well.
"Hey Jack" I turn to see Donna Tobin behind me, with, yet again, two of her followers shadowing her.
"Hey Donna" I say, smiling. She leans against the wall, twirling her hair as she flashes a flirtatious smile. I suppress my urge to roll my eyes as I lean against the garbage can behind me. "What's up?"
"Oh nothing... I got my date for the spring dance." She says, acting casual. I nodded my head.
"As do I" I see her eyes harden for a moment, then she shifts herself so now she's standing in front of me with her hands held behind her and me leaning back onto the can, looking up.
"Yes, well about that... Are you really taking Kim to the dance?" Donna asks, looking at me with a straight face, searching my eyes for any hints of lying. I straighten up, and say in a clear voice.
"Yes, I am." And for a second, Donna looks distraught. I almost feel bad for her. Almost. But she regains composure as she rests her hand on a hip, and with a look of disgust, she shakes her head.
"Jack, Jack, Jack... I mean, I know you're new and everything-"
"I've been here for a yea-" He tried to cut in.
"But" She raised her hand for silence. "You have to know about the social ladder. Don't you want to be popular, Jack? Just go with me to the dance and you'll be top of the pyramid in no time" I smirk.
"Sorry to say, Donna, but I kinda already am pretty popular. In fact, I'm having a party this weekend and everyone is invited." Donna cocks an eyebrow.
"Oh? So that means I'm invited as well" Triumph flashes through her eyes.
"Well, only if you bring your friends. They're kind of hot, you know." And with that, I wink and walk away, leaving behind a very displeased and angered Donna. I walk into my Algebra class and take a seat next to Kim. Our class schedules were completely different aside from P.E and Algebra, but we didn't really care as we often saw each other outside of school anyways.
"Hey Jack, what's up?" Kim asks, not bothering to look up as she flips through her Algebra textbook.
"Oh nothing, had a chat with the guys, a little run in with Donna, nothing major." I reply breezily. Looking up at the board, my heart falters. I couldn't believe it... I helplessly grab Kim's arm. "Kim..." I murmured urgently. "Look at the board..."
"Yeah, so?"
"Look at what's written on it!"
"..."
"..."
Then I hear, a burst of laughter and I turn to see Kim giggling behind her hands.
"What's so funny?!" I ask, annoyed. "This is serious!" Kim shook her head, trying to calm down.
"Ohh Jack... If you're that worried, then just copy my homework." And she handed me her notebook. I smile in relief.
"Oh God, Kim Crawford, you sir, are a life saver." She smirked.
"Don't you mean ma'am?" I laugh, shaking my head. After I handed the notebook back, Kim looked at me with a serious expression.
"Jack, what run in with Donna were you talking about?" She asks urgently. I glanced at her before pretending to be buried in my Algebra book.
"Oh... nothing much..." I answer casually. I feel a punch on my arm, and I winced inwardly. Damn, her punches hurt.
"Seriously, Jack. Tell me what happened, I'm going to only assume that it has something to do with me..." she blushed "I mean, you know, after what happened at lunch yesterday..." I chuckle.
"Well, since you're so curious..." I turn a bit so I'm facing her. "She just tried to bribe me to be her date." Kim raised an eyebrow at me, clearly questioning my answer. "Hey, I'm telling you the truth!" I say, holding up my hands. "That's all she did, I mean, I don't know why you're expecting her to trash talk about you or anything but she didn't, so don't worry." I watch as she relaxes a bit in her seat, and smile.
"What'd she bribe you with, a makeout session?"
"Psh, right. Like, I'd take a makeout session with any hot girl, but c'mon, her?" I shudder just at the thought.
"Hey" Kim says teasingly, poking my arm. "I remember when you actually had a crush on her" I feel myself turn a shade of pink.
"That was a long time ago! And that was only because of her looks, I mean, to be perfectly honest, she has the most gorgeous legs I've ev- OW!"
"Move on." She said threateningly. I pout, rubbing my shoulder.
"This is the second time you've punched me, you know" I mumble under my breath.
"Quit whining, you little baby." She says, but even I can hear the smile in her voice.
"Well, anyways. She's hot and all, but once I found out she really was," I wave my hand in a cutting motion by my neck. "None for me, thanks." Kim smirked.
"Well, I'm glad you finally came to your senses."
"Whatever, Crawford." Grinning, we both turn our attention to the front of the class, where our algebra teacher is explaining distributive properties.
Okay, so I know that the chapter is really short, and it doesn't have too much fluff (or any at all) in it. I sincerely apologize for that. And just so everyone knows, I try to write the whole story before uploading it, as in, I type up a bunch of chapters, then update, then continue writing, then upload one, and so on. I just don't want the uploading to catch up to the writing, so I try my best to make as much distance as I can (but not too much) between the uploads and the non-uploads. So, I hope you forgive me. I'm trying to update once every week, so be patient! Thanks, and R&R!
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