Sorry for taking so long! I was just... you don't want to know.

Amanda

I stared after my best friend, laughing and playing with Jerry and Eddie. We were at the beach on a glorious Saturday morning, enjoying the beach while it was still warm.

"It's been five days, and she hasn't broken down once," I commented concernedly. Who else would be worried that your best friend/sister's boyfriend (aka soul mate/love of her life) broke up with her?

"Publicly," Kevin added, his face shadowed. He had his arms around my sister lovingly (they're ALMOST as cute and Kick. Key word-almost.)

"True..." I trailed off as... he came. He had an arm around a beautiful Mexican girl. She had long, inky black hair, big, emotional eyes, and long eyelashes. She was wearing a pink floral sundress that ended mid-thigh, a white shrug, and brown sandals. Her nails were a cherry blossom pink.

All in all, she was pretty. Like, total feminine, girly girl pretty.

"Hey guys, this is my awesome, beautiful, totally girly girlfriend, Mariela Vasquez," Jack bragged.

Mariela only gave a small "hi" in response.

"If you liked girly girls, why did you go out with Kim, huh?" I snapped instantly, crossing my arms.

"Mariela can speak fluent Spanish. She's lived in Mexico for three years," Jack gloated, acting as if he hadn't heard me.

"So? Amanda can speak fluent Italian," Kevin pointed out.

"And my little Mari won the national singing contest at the age of eleven," he only continued.

This time, when I opened my mouth to speak, Jack only said louder, "And my sweet girlfriend is so amazingly per-"

"Jack, please go," Mariela finally spoke. She had her hand on his chest, looking up at him.

"But-"

"I'll meet you at the pier tonight, okay?" Mariela interrupted again. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Jack only gave her a look before turning around and walking away. Mariela turned to face me.

Five awkward minutes passed, where Mariela seemed to be thinking, and we were waiting.

"I'm sorry about Jack," she finally blurted out.

I was stunned to the core. Who wouldn't be? Jack's girlfriend didn't seem like the jerk I'd thought she'd be, but I just met her literally two minutes ago.

"U-Um, it's alright," Beth stammered.

With a shy wave, Mariela turned around and walked away.

"O...Okay?" Kevin stuttered, his mouth wide open.

Kim

Normally, I hate gushy stuff. Why? I can't stand crying. One, it makes me look weak. Two, it ruins the nonexistent-but-Grace-assumes-I-put-some-on makeup. Three, everyone starts to pity me. And everyone knows I despise pity. Especially self-pity.

So that's why I never show any weakness in public, but you knew he left my life. If you looked carefully, there were no pictures of him, I never mentioned him, I never acknowledged his presence. But that was my public life. In reality, I was hurting, but not as much as before.

I cried every night. I still had all those pictures I had "thrown away" or "deleted". They were in a flash drive I had hidden in my mirror. Yeah, when I promised Grace I would get a mirror to do my "makeup", she hadn't thought I'd buy one with a built in secret hiding spot behind the mirror itself.

I had my pen pal, Donna. She was nonjudgmental, like she promised. But I always found a slightly... sinister edge to her vows to crack his head (which I THOUGHT were joking at first) and her exponentially growing hatred for the boy.

And then there was karate. Thank god I have a great punching dummy for me to destroy - I mean, beat up to a severe degree. (If my mom found out... yikes.)

I also knew, from Donna's sly, insinuating, semi-sinister jokes that Jack was going to get it.

And he deserved it.

"C'mon, Kim!" Eddie whined like a six-year-old. "The water's warm!"

Still I shook my head. I only came out here to get a tan, and attract a few flirty looks from a few hot volleyball players. I was wearing a cute strapless white bikini with yellow lining. It was new, and I was going to put it to use.

Suddenly, a tanned boy plopped down beside me. "What's up?" I ask, my tone friendly.

"You Kim Crawford?" I recognized that voice. I tensed slightly.

"Um... yeah," I managed to reply. He let out a dark chuckle.

"What? Don't want to see me?" Jeremy joked lightly but slightly evilly.

"Yes. No. Maybe. Yes. You know what? I'm just confused and frustrated now," I threw my hands up.

"Maybe I'm scrambling your thoughts," Jeremy mumbled under his breath. He got up, but I grabbed his wrist, laughing.

"I wasn't mad at you! Not at all! I just... I guess I was still angry at J... Ja..." I couldn't even get his name out. I frowned, frustrated again.

"Jack Anderson? Yeah, I know what you mean," Jeremy growled. "Do you know he has a new girlfriend?" He blurted out. I froze, and then shut my eyes tight, but a tear still slipped out.

"The jerk," Jeremy hissed, and then I heard his footsteps disappear.

I know I'll be crying until 2 A.M. again.

Unless I'm lucky enough to cry myself to sleep earlier.

A lone figure jogged down Freedom Lane, where not a person was stirring. In this peaceful, friendly neighborhood was his target. He was going to pay for what he did to her.

He stopped at 645 Freedom Lane, where not a light was on, although it was only 9:30 P.M. "This place is way too calm for my liking."

The figure smirked before climbing up a oak tree, balancing precariously and creeping towards the second floor window where a certain brunette was sleeping deeply. Nimbly, the figure slid into the room.

He immediately headed towards the sleeping senior, pulling something sharp out of his jacket.

"Prepare for your nightmare, Jack, created your one-and-only worst enemy."

Guys, I want your honest opinion. What can I do to make Amanda, Beth, and Kevin more interesting? I mean, no one reviews about them. I'm getting recognition for Jeremy, but he's not technically mine. He belongs to Vamp1019948. And Mariela belongs to jellybean96. Am I making them too bland?