Really now?
Sometimes I think I must have been a saint in my past life.
And then everything crashes.
"Good morning..." A sing-song voice drifts into my ears. Small fingertips pull my eyelid up. My blurry gaze meets curious brown eyes.
"How did you get in my house?" I groan, rolling away from the tiny brunette on my bed. I can't see her, but I know she's smiling. I feel the bed bounce a little.
"You give me a key, retard." She hops off. Thank god. My head is pounding at the temples. My eyes are blood-shot, I'm sure. My throat is dry. The after-effects of a night full of Sarah. And this teeny midget-demon needs to get out of my room before I beat her upside the head. "Now get your ass out of bed so we can go to school." That phrase sounds so wrong coming out of her mouth that I have to react. I slowly lean up on my elbows and glare at her, bleary-eyed. School? She wants to go to school?
"Who are you and what have you done with Jenna?" I ask, irritated. She grins wickedly.
"Get out of your freaking bed or I'll show you." She threatens, then turns in a swirl of movement. I stuff my head under a pillow. She's banging around in my bathroom, doing God knows what. She's making my head hurt worse, that's what. And now I'm talking to myself. I stayed up waay too late last night. Doing things I shouldn't have been dong. Dreaming of things I shouldn't have been dreaming of. Fucking someone I shouldn't have been fucking. In other words, the norm.
Finally, I swing my feet to the cool wooden floor. It slides slick under my toes. I push myself out of my bed, standing lightly on my feet. I feel bouncy and awake now. Sometimes I hate being a morning person.
"Seriously, what do you want? And what time is it?"
"Time for you to get up." She answers passively. She's rifling through my bathroom drawers. She rifling through my freaking life. But that's Jenna for you. She holds something up in the air and waves it around. Light glints off it and I pray it isn't what I think it is. I don't even remember why I have it. Probably some futile attempt at pretending to be straight. One of my eyebrows goes up.
"Please tell me what you need that for." She grins again.
"Health class." She's lying. She's lying because the corner of her mouth twitches. She's lying because she took health with me last year. She's lying and she never lies. She brushes past me and into my bedroom, throwing a pair of skinny jeans and a light blue t-shirt on my bed. "Dress."
I strip. Any semblance of modesty I used to have was erased a couple years ago. I can thank Sarah for that. I can thank Jenna for that. I can thank laziness for that. I slip on the t-shirt. There's a pocket on the left breast and the back says something like Surf 'n' Suds. A general beach shirt. I have too many of these.
"Tell me again. What do you need that condom for?" I ask.
"Health." She's on my computer. Probably going through my email. Maybe checking my facebook. She knows too much about me. I've given a piece of me to her. I've given an even bigger piece to Chloe. I've scattered these pieces to my best friends. Handed them out like I could take them back when I needed them. The thing is, when I really need them back, they come running. And I hold their pieces so carefully myself. "I'm burning a CD." She answers my unasked question.
"Are you seducing someone?" I ask accusingly. Condom. Mixed CD. Oh yeah, she's getting it on tonight. She laughs and shakes her head. There's something in that laugh that scares the hell out of me.
"No, you are." I pause. I frown. My mind goes to Ashley. God. I almost went fifteen minutes without thinking of her. Who could I possibly want to seduce besides her? That's right. No one.
"And exactly who am I seducing?" I ask, walking over and resting my chin on her shoulder. She shakes her head, brushing her hair over my face.
"I'm not telling." I raise my eyebrows. I'm not surprised. I'm not even put off. Its Jenna. My eyes run over the playlist. Girlfriend : Avril Lavigne. 4ever : the Veronicas. I Wanna Fuck You : Akon.
"Are you trying to make me look like a man-stealing whore?" She laughs again.
"Go brush your teeth." She says. She pushes my face off her shoulder. I shake my head. Remind me again why I'm friends with these people?
Twenty minutes later and we're speeding in her car. Avril Lavigne is blasting from the stereo. Jenna loves Avril Lavgine. It drives me up the wall. Its so Jenna.
I wanna lock you up in my closet, when no one's around. I wanna put your hand in my pocket, because you're alllowed.
That's what's blaring through the speakers. My ears are seriously bleeding. Too much pop. I'm the girl who was blaring Jimi Hendrix at age six. I'm addicted to James Morrison. I rock out to Say Anything. I know every Modest Mouse song ever. I do not listen to Avril Lavigne.
I try to secretly switch it off. I fail miserably. Jenna reaches over and slaps me on the hand. I sigh good naturaully and try to turn my attention out the window.
"So, one hint at who I'm seducing?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Older?" I ask hopefully. She sends me a look.
"No. I'm setting you up with a freshie. Don't worry he's up to date on all his shots and I swear all that slobber is good for your health." I smile. I can't help it. She's so Jenna. There's no one like her. And she chooses me to wake up in the morning. I really was a saint in the past life. She reaches over and grasps my hand. Her fingers cover up the red mark where she just slapped me. It stirkes me as ironic. "I promise, you're gonna love him." I raise my eyebrows. Jenna's definition of a good guy is significantly different from mine. In a big way. Especially considering I don't have a definition of a good guy. I kind of dream more about good girls.
We reach the school and she parks in the senior parking lot. I'm a sophomore. She's a senior. I kind of forget sometimes. She's so little. So innocent. So...alright, that's complete bullshit. She jumps out of the car and points across the lot.
"That's him!" She says, sliding her aviators on. Her hot pink shirt stands out against all the black and blue decorating the lot. I follow her finger and my eyes reach the last person on earth I would want to seduce. The last person on earth I would ever talk to. The last person on every one of my lists.
Aiden Dennison.
One guess at who is currently wrapped around his arm. One guess at who he's been on/off dating for three years now. One guess at why my world is about to crash.
I'll tell you.
Ashley fucking Davies.
