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Chapter 3

Jen's P.O.V

After the last bell of the day, I meet Sarah outside of Mr. Ronald's Algebra class. We walked to our lockers, which were right beside each other, and I grabbed the black number lock. Twisting it to the digit 23, then all the way back around to 17, then stopping at 5. I pulled up the handle and it opened. I dropped off my English book and grabbed my History. I shut my door. I turned to Sarah and waited for her to finish. When she was, she glared at me. I eyed her and asked, "What?

"I can't believe you," she whispered. "You get to meet him and you totally blew it off." I rolled my eyes.

"You're still going on about that?" I walked away, leaving her to trail me. She reached up to me and walked beside of me.

"Yes! Because you're crazy. How could you, like, not fall to his feet? I would have like fainted there. Then maybe," she thought, "I would collapse into his arms."

"And then he could carry you off into the sunset?" I said sarcastically. Her eyes widen. Then she stared off into the space, imagining it. I shook my head. We came to the end of the long hallway that was lined with orange lockers. We opened the door. The spring air filled my lungs. The sunlight shines into my eyes. We made our way towards the parking lot. Every now and then, people would wave and say hi to us. Sarah was one of the top cheerleaders. So being best friends with a popular was tough, because you have to look your best all the time and have to attend every party. It was overwhelming, to say at the least. But Sarah wasn't like the hurtful, awful popular cheerleaders. She was kind and selfless. That's why we are so close. I trust her so much. We came to my red Toyota. I pulled out my keys and got in on the driver's side, Sarah on the passenger. I put the key in the hole and turned the car on. Instantly, my radio blared "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen. I turned the radio off. Sarah looked over and said, "Hey, I like that song,"

"Yea? I hate it. It's annoying."

"But you know its catchy." I rolled my eyes. I was about to turn in reverse, when Mason Parker came up to Sarah's window. His blonde hair was moist He leaned in and Sarah eyes went flirty and a teasing grin replaced her simple one. "Hey," she said. The car filled with hormones, smothering me.

He smiled at her. "Hi," and looked at me. I nodded my head and returned my eyes to the front window, examining the oak tree my car was parked next to. Mason shifted his eyes back to Sarah. "So you going to Tyler's party tonight?" he asked.

"You going to be there?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Then count us in," she said. I looked at her sharply. Mason looked satisfied.

"Umm, Sarah. I can't. I have to study for the Biology test tomorrow." I said.

"Jen. We all know you going to pass." Sarah stated. Mason nodded. "We'll be there."

"Good."Mason said. "See you there." He smiled at me before he left. I pulled the car out of the spot and sped away. I tensed against the wheel. Sarah watched at me intently.

"Calm down." She said. "It's just a party. It's not like you haven't been to one."

"But I don't want to go. It's just going to be full of drunk football players." I stopped at the red light. I made the mistake of looking at her. She was staring at me with sad eyes. She did this when she wanted something.

"Please. For me?" I tried to look away. But her gaze was to overpowering. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I said yes. She squealed and then continued to talk. "Mason is so cute. Isn't he?"

I replied, "Eh?" I pulled up into my driveway. We got out and walked down the short path that leads to the garage. I unlocked the door and walked in. I put my backpack down and turned to Sarah.

"I'm going to go check on Nanny, let Pepsi out, and grab some drinks. So you start setting up the equipment." She nodded and I exited. Inside, our German shepherd jumped up and licked my face. "

"Hey, Pepsi!" I bent down and rubbed his head. I stood and headed towards the kitchen on my left. I pulled out two water bottles and a bag of chips out of the cabinet. I left and went down the hallway to the first door on the left, Pepsi at my heels. Before I opened the door, I set the food on the table beside the door. I grabbed the handle and twisted. Inside I heard the TV, playing the same I Love Lucy episode that is always playing. She was asleep. At the end of her bed was a chart, Emilie, the nurse left. I lifted the clipboard and read the words, "She slept most of the day. I gave her a new diabetes medicine. I'll be back in the morning. Pill are on the nightstand." I looked up at her. She wasn't moving, except the slight fall and rise of her chest. I smiled at how peaceful she looked. The frown when I thought, soon I might not be able to see her. Then where would I go?