So who else watched the latest Jonas live chat on Facebook today? Wasn't it amazing?
Pfft, what a rhetorical question... of course it was amazing!

And when Joe tackled Nick on the couch in a hug! Oh, they're adorable ♥

Anyway, here is chapter two! Enjoy!


I woke up slowly the next morning to my great surprise. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep after getting home from school yesterday. At two. In the afternoon.

That was one hell of a sleep.

The crappy reception of my clock radio at 6am woke me up as usual. I mentally prepped myself for another long, uneventful day. On the plus side, it was Friday. On the down side, I new I was going to get a lecture from my mom this morning about ducking out of school.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed and rubbed my eyes against the harsh sunlight glaring through the window. I'd forgotten to shut my curtains yesterday afternoon and I was now regretting that decision.

I stuck my feet into my slippers that were on the floor and shuffled my way into my bathroom. Standing on the bath mat, I kicked them off and slid out of my pyjamas, throwing them through the still open door and onto my bed.

Reaching into the shower, I flicked the hot tap on full and the cold a tiny bit. As I waited for the shower to get warm, I pulled the makeup I'd need for the day out of my draw and place it on the counter.

I looked down and stared at the mountain of every type of makeup you could possibly imagine – disgusted I was about to put it all on my face. Why do I do this?

Oh right. Because natural is 'unnacceptable'.

Of course, how silly of me.

Whatever.

The steam slowly covering my reflection was the indication that my shower was at a good temperature to jump in.

Distracted, instead of jumping from bath mat to bath mat, I took a step onto the ice cold tiles.

Fuuuuuuck.

I winced in pain and shivered; the chill from the sole of my foot going straight up my spine. Luckily, the steamy shower was calling my name and I jumped in – immediately doused in almost boiling water.

Perfect.

Around 7:15, I'd slathered my face in makeup and gotten dressed for school. Today I decided to low-key it and wear a black denim mini skirt with a white button down top. I looked in the mirror and decided it looked a little boring, so on top I threw on a too-small black sweater vest and a black and white tie, that I just left hanging around my neck without tucking it into the collar.

Hot.

Almost.

I found some knee high white socks in my draw, pulling them on slowly. Slowly because I knew what was next – those damn heels. I glared at my closet as I rolled the second sock up. Sighing, I shuffled over to my closet and picked out the lowest pair I owned.

3 inches.

I grimaced as I slid them into the shiny patent leather heels, tightening the buckle on the top. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.

Not as bad as yesterday.

Good.

I can do this.

I was done getting ready, and tried my best to sneak quietly down the stairs, bypassing my mom, when I remembered, I had to ask her for the car today since mine was getting its brakes fixed.

Fuck.

Walking as casually into the kitchen as I could, I flashed a winning smile at my mom before ducking into the pantry to get a cereal bar for breakfast. "Mom?" I called.

"Yes?" She said back, in a dangerously low voice.

"May I have the car keys? Please?"

"Sure, but first I need to talk to you."

"Okay, about what?" I feigned innocence, stepping out with my breakfast bar clutched in my hands.

"I don't want you to miss anymore school. Sure your grades might be fine now, but yesterday was the eigth time you've come home early in the three months you've been at school! I don't want you to do that anymore unless you are actually sick, do you understand me, young lady?"

"Yes, mom," I said, nodding. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrow slightly before chucking the keys at me. Catching them, I smiled and waltzed out the door.

"Have a good day sweetheart!"

"Will do, mommy!"

I took my mom's car to school, eating a breakfast bar during the ten-minute drive. My cell phone rang when I was two minutes away from school, and bending down quickly, I snatched the flashing and vibrating phone.

"Hello?" I said, flipping open my phone and holding it to my ear between my cheek and shoulder.

"OH MY GOD, MITCHIE!" I heard Tess squeal too loudly down the receiver. Rolling my eyes, I tried pulling the phone as far away as I could from my ear without it falling as I pulled smoothly into the parking lot; Tess still gushing on about something. "I heard the nastiest rumour about you yesterday! But of course, it was like 11 at night when I remembered it, and I know how you like to go to bed early, so I decided I would call this morning."

"Okay, what is the rumour, Tess?" I said, desperately trying to sound interested as I drove slowly to my parking space.

"Oh my god, okay, right after school yesterday, these two slutty, whorish junior girls were talking about how they saw you walking and talking with Shane Gray!" I felt my eyes narrow at the mention of his name, but Tess continued. "So, of course, I put them straight and told them you would never hang out with such a low life ever right? I mean, those rumours could totally kill your reputation! I mean, Shane is just such a loser-"

"Okay, Tess, thanks," I cut her off. "See you in like, a minute," I added dully before hanging up on her. "Jesus, she couldn't just wait five minutes to tell me that?" I muttered as I harshly threw my phone into my bag and climbed out of the car.

Walking slowly into the building, I sighed as people moved out of the way for me. Picking up my rate of walking, my heels clicked loudly as underclassmen stared at me and several brave girls glared.

When I got to my locker, I saw a group of people dressed in black with bright coloured hair was hanging around it. "Hey, can you guys move?" I said quietly, standing there, looking longingly at my locker.

"Look who it is? The Queen Bitch," one of the girls said. I looked at her with emotionless eyes, while her bright blue eyes that were lined with heavy black glared in my direction.

She was actually really pretty and nice, and from sharing a chorus class with her for three years, I knew she had a beautiful voice. But Ella and Tess had often times lashed out at her while I was walking with them and I had done nothing about it. I had never told them to shut up when they were making fun of somebody.

"I just want to get to my locker," I said and she looked slightly taken aback that I hadn't said something nasty.

"Why the hell should we move for you?" A different girl in the group said. She too was glaring at me with dark lined eyes, but her own hair was spiked up in a pink Mohawk.

"Because I am asking nicely for you to? And if it were any other person in this school I'm pretty sure you would, so if you can just pretend for one moment, that the people who call themselves my friends have not made fun of you for years, maybe we can both get somewhere," I sighed in a monotone voice, looking her straight in the eyes.

She blinked, slowly and moved out of my way with a confused look on her face. "Thank you," I said and threw several books from my bag into my locker. Shutting my locker softly, I walked away from the group of friends with out a backward glance or word.

As I walked to my first class, I realized something. I realized that I wish I had friends like that girl back there. Because I could tell how they all nodded when she spoke, that they actually liked her, and they talked to her about real things, not what everybody wore yesterday.

I want friends like that.

First block was Latin, and that passed by without any pain or suffering. Neither Ella nor Tess was in that class so I didn't have to deal with them just yet.

Thank God.

Third block however, was English. While I loved that class, I didn't really like the people in it. My favourites, Shane, Jason, and Nate were all in that class, as well as some of their other friends, Greg and Jack. Greg was the only one of 'group' I could stand, he at least knew where to draw the line.

Walking into English, I took my usual seat, and everybody else filed into place, with my other 'friends' Katie, Cedric, and Will surrounding me. "Hey guys," I said sweetly to the three of them.

Those three were all right, I guess. Katie was the head cheerleader, and Brendon was her boyfriend, also coincidentally the star running back of the football team. Will was also on the football team. With two seconds left before the bell to start second, Shane and Jason ran into class, laughing their heads off.

"Why are you late?" Mr. Granger - our English teacher – huffed, his disapproving stare met them at the door.

"We were saving the penguins, sir," Shane grinned, slapping a 'low five' to Jason who cackled like a hyena. Mr. Granger stared at them blankly.

"What?"

"Saving. The. Penguins." Shane stated again, roaring with laughter.

"I don't want to know…" Mr. Granger shook his head and walked back to his desk and sat down.

Shane and Jason both casually walked to their seats in the back and were greeted by Greg, Jack and Nate. Shane sent me a quick wink as he walked by me, and I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him.

Will he never learn?

"Alright class, shut up," our Mr. Granger said, banging his ruler on the desk a couple of times, signalling to us that we should stop talking.

For an English teacher, sometimes he wasn't a man of many words.

He called attendance like always, droning on in a monotonous voice while everyone was distracted with Shane and the group's antics in the back of the room. As per usual, I refused to turn around and kept my eyes trained to the blackboard. Mr. Granger then clasped his large hands together, looking at us over his thick rimmed, square glasses.

"Okay, today is the day we begin the project that will be most of your first quarter grade in here. You will be working in groups of three, and there are a lot of parts to this project, so we will just be assigning partners and handing out papers today," Mr. Granger said, and I groaned slightly. I hate working in groups.

I instinctively looked to Katie, who was also looking in my direction, but Mr. Granger quickly spoke. "Oh, I will be assigning the partners, so don't any of you get any hopes up."

I think he got off on making us as miserable as possible.

Dick.

I moaned and rested my head on my hand as I waited for my doom to be foretold. This was a big project; I just hoped I wouldn't be stuck with some idiot who didn't care.

"Okay, here we go. Charlie Atkins, Taylor Zimmerman, and Heather Lofting will be working together. George Brent, Greg Garbowski, Andrea Rions-" I tuned out until I heard my name. "Mitchie Torres will be working with-"

The whole class seemed to hold its breath, half wanting to work with me, the other half praying for a different partner. Mr. Granger met my eyes as he spoke the next two names.

"Mitchie, you are working with Shane Gray and Jason Newton."

I felt my jaw drop, as I stared at Mr. Granger for a few more minutes just to make sure he was serious. His harsh gaze left mine and continued reading down his list of names. I closed my eyes and let my shoulders drop cursing God for hating me so much.

"Oh my god," I whispered, catching Katie's eye. She shrugged apologetically and I could see the sincerity in her eyes of that action. She was working with Will and Angela, two perfectly good and smart people. She'd pass for sure.

But no, I was stuck with Jason... and Shane.

Shit.


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