Chapter 2.
Sure, I'll admit. That wasn't the nicest thing I've done. Nor is it one of the brightest. But, who said I was smart, or nice for that matter. It doesn't matter because I'm not.
I walked down the sidewalk, my arms crossed. I felt no remorse for John. I hated him with every single part of me. I walked down the strip with little corner shops. I looked in the windows quietly.
Okay, now I'm starting to feel bad. Maybe I over reacted. But did I? All he did was buy me a malt, John was such a arse half the time; I could never tell when he was joking with me or just being mean. So, this time was this a genuine nice gesture into friendship. Or, is this where John laughs at me for something - and was planning on throwing the malt on me instead. I sighed, and sat down on a metal bench, running my fingers over the stamping on the middle bar.
"John, If you like her.. Why don't you tell her?" A voice said. I stood up, Insistently recognizing the voice as Pete Shottons.
"I can't Pete." John's voice replied troubled, "I've gotten it stuck through her head since 3rd grade when I had me crush on her. We are in a relationship full of fuckin' hate. This malt incident just made it worse."
Wait! What?! I screamed inside my head. I stood up, and ran around the corner to the ally. I stood with my back against the wall, listterly invisible from any outstanding source.
"But John, Why won't she believe you?" Petes Voice said, "If you tell her - what would you think she's say?"
"She'd probably drop another malt on my head." John laughed, his soft husky laughter only a few chokes out. "Look at this shirt, Mimi's gonna kill me."
"Maybe next time, don't try to buy a malt for someone who hates you." Pete chuckled.
"And not for one that has a boyfriend." John sighed sadly.
They walked past the ally as their subject changed to what Mimi was going to say about Johns shirt.
My brain was confused. Well, not only my brain - but everything. John... John liked me? John and I hated each other since 3rd grade though! We.. we went to the same school. He poured paint in my hair! And he put glue in my cupcake he made me for my birthday.!
"John likes me?" I squeaked, whispering. I ran from the ally back to the Bistro. Safe now that John wasn't there. I busted into the doors, my breath coming out in short bursts as the Bistro pounded with music. I found Anthony, Cynthia and Maria. Who were still at their places at the bar. They were used to my sudden bursts of anger like that - expessly to John. John. The John that likes me. Ugh!
Will I ever think of him the same again!?
I walked over to them, plastered the biggest smile on my face and said, "Hey guys!" They turned and looked at me, half confused.
"Did you run into someone you liked on our way back? You seemed pretty angry when you left." Maria said to me, her voice full of happiness and concern.
"Something like that." I smiled at her, "So, did you guys order?"
"Yes, we did." Cynthia replied for Maria. "We ordered you a basket of fish and chips and a coke." Cynthia had a warm smile on her face as she looked at Anthony.
"And it's on me." Anthony smiled at me. I nodded to thank them and we all sat and ate.
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The next morning when I woke up for school - I woke up an hour and a half early. School starts at 8:30, and It was 5:00. I searched in my closet for the best posh wear I owned. I pulled out exactly what I was looking for. My best Sleeve red dress. A black sash running around the waist of it. Paired with my bed shiny white heels and a black cardigan.
I got in the shower, taking time to wash my hair and my body. shaving the last bit of hair from my legs. I dried my hair with my blow dryer - and after an hour, it was finally dry. I pulled it into a high ponytail, letting my bangs hanging over my forehead. I pulled on my underclothes, then my dress - making sure none of it was wrinkled. Then, I pulled on my white heels - and dipped on some pink eyeshadow. I smiled in the mirror at my appearance. Sure, it was probably something I wouldn't wear outside of church, even though I came from a wealthy family. I'm just not one of those people to flaunt my money, you know?
I walked to my bedroom, grabbed my books from homework - and walked out.
Hurriedly, I ate my breakfast - shoving down my face, probably not like my mother would want me to eat it.
Then, I speed walked outside and down the few blocks to school.
I was at school in 10 minutes flat. I walked into the large doors surrounding the brick buildings and ran to the second floor to my locker.
I put my books in my cubby, and looked for John. He was usually down this hallway, he had a crush on me? He can have a crush on me. I'm just going to make him want me so badly he can't stand it.
"Then Mimi yells at me for wearing me shoes on the carpet in the sitting room, posh lady let me tell you son." Johns loud voice echoed down the hallway. I smirked and looked the way the stairwell was.
He appeared, wearing his usual giddy up for school. His suit jacket, black slacks, a neatly done tie, suit shoes, and his white button up done cleanly.
"Hi, John." I smiled at him. When he saw me, his jaw dropped. Just like I wanted it. He eyed me up and down a few times, then retained himself.
"What'd ya do with yourself? Posh mum finally got to ya then, AnnaBelle, Love?" John laughed a hearty laugh, "You look hideous, love."
My smile vanished, I tried so hard to impress him , and it just goes down in flames. I stomped away angrily. And ran into the bathroom and locked the door and cried.
Why am I even crying? I hate John Lennon! I hate him with every part of me! Why would I try to impress him anyways? I should've known he would have done this! I should've have expected anything from him.
Tears ran freely down my face as I locked the door and slid against the wall. Why did he have to do this to me?
The bell rang, and the school went silent as doors started to slam shut. Even after the shut, I stayed in the bathroom, crying.
After what seemed hours, was more like ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"There's someone in here!" I yelled annoyed.
"Love, I didn't mean what I said." A voice said, "You look lovely."
"I hate you John Lennon." I whispered quietly.
"What was that?" Johns voice said to me, "I'm sure you just said you hated me."
"Because I do." I replied. John laughed at that.
"You really do look lovely, love. Don't take anything I say to mind, now. Yeah?" John smiled, "Now come on out, your gonna miss out on the fun of Romeo and Juliet. Come out." I stood up slowly, looked in the mirror. wiped the tears off my face and sighed.
I opened the door and stuck my head out.
"Aw, I made you cry?" John asked, a frown on his lips. "Don't cry cause of me."
"Get out of here, John." I smiled at him, "I hate you, remember?"
"Well," John began, "I'm not gonna leave you if I made ya cry."
"You didn't make me cry." I replied.
"Okay." John rolled his eyes at me and sighed. "I'm gonna go to English without you. Don't need people thinkin' different things." I laughed at that.
"Okay John."