Not a big fan of this one, the sentence structure specifically.

April 14, 2010: The Day They Searched

Annie's Boobs could be anywhere!

-Troy

11: 13 A.M.

"Annie's Boobs! Annie's Boobs!" Annie called into various air vents.

"Um, what are you doing?" Troy asked, walking into the study room. He didn't have any classes right now, so he decided to come to the library to study for a Chemistry exam.

Not that he would ever admit that to anyone. As far as anyone else knew, Troy was still the same conceited underachieving jock from high school. He totally wasn't the slightly less self- possessed jock who was actually starting to like school and his classes.

Also, he totally wasn't studying more to get better grades to impress Annie.

"I walked in and saw that Annie's Boobs wasn't in his cage, I think I saw him run in here." Annie said, turning her attention back to the air ducts.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. He left me a note saying that he ran away." Troy explained with a hint of sadness.

Annie raised an eyebrow.

Troy frowned in confusion. "What?"

Annie shook her head. "Nothing." She said, rolling her eyes and giving him an amused smile. "Annie's Boobs! Annie's Boobs!"

"Remember how mad you were that I named him that?" Troy said, laughing in a slightly awkward manner.

Annie smiled in the same slightly awkward fashion. "Yeah, it's weird now though. Like, I don't even think about it as referring to me when people say it anymore. I automatically think of the monkey. Except for when, people are actually talking about.." She gestured to her chest.

Troy raised his eyebrows. He knew that guys talk about Annie's chest sometimes (guys talk about a lot of girls' chests) but he didn't know that people did it in front of her. Wow, that must put her in an awkward situation. Troy suddenly felt angry. Why were other people talking about Annie's chest? He should be the only one who got to do that.

Obviously Troy knew that this wasn't really fair. It wasn't like Annie was his or anything (she was actually dating Vaughn; a fact that Troy tried not to think about too often); he just felt a sense of (not very deserved) entitlement.

Annie cleared her throat. She hadn't meant to say that. She didn't know why she had. What was wrong with her? Did she want Troy to be thinking about her boobs? Annie, you're over-analyzing this way too much. It was just a slip of the tongue, she assured herself.

"Yeah, it's like when people started calling me Annie Adderall." Annie said off- handedly, trying to change the subject.

When Troy didn't say anything, Annie continued her search for Annie's Boobs.

"Annie's Boobs! Ann-"

"Wait a second." Troy said, drawing out his words carefully.

Annie turned to him slowly, afraid of what he was about to say.

"People used to call you Annie Adderall to your face?" Troy asked, looking concerned.

For a second, the look in his eyes made her heart flutter. Then she quickly looked away, blushing.

"Well, yeah. You know how when you have a nickname that you really don't like and you tell everyone to stop calling you it and then they keep doing it anyway, but now they're doing it for the sole purpose of annoying you? It was like that. After a while, it didn't even register as an insult anymore. People would yell 'Hey! Annie Adderall!' and I would turn around and ask 'Yeah?' without a second thought. It didn't affect me much." Annie said, trying to appear nonchalant as she lied through her teeth.

"Annie, that's awful." Troy said, looking sad. "Those were awful people who did that."

Annie frowned. "No, they were my friends."

Troy gave her an incredulous look. "Annie, a friend wouldn't make fun of a pill addiction. That's pretty serious."

"Them calling me that wasn't that big of a deal, jeez, why do you care so much?" Annie asked him. She didn't know why she was doing this, it was like she was trying to get him mad at her or something.

"Why are you defending them so much?" Troy asked, confused.

"Troy, in case you don't remember, you called me Annie Adderall- to my face- at the very first study session with the group!" Annie yelled, becoming frustrated.

"And if you didn't care that much than why did you get so defensive when I called you that?" Troy countered.

Annie's jaw dropped. What was she supposed to say to that? Yeah, I lied. It hurt when people called me Annie Adderall. But that wasn't it. It hurt because you're the one who said it, Troy. And because you didn't know that I sat behind you in Algebra or that I even went to the same high school as you. You didn't even know me.

Annie looked at Troy. His jaw was set and his eyes were staring at her with frustration and anger.

Annie became angry, too. How dare Troy tell her what to think or feel? She was her own person, damnitt! She could do whatever the hell she wanted!

"You know what?" Annie said, looking the angriest Troy had ever seen her (and, by very definition, the hottest Troy had ever seen her, but he- for once- wasn't thinking about that right now).

"Find your own damn monkey." Annie practically spat in his face. And with that, she turned on her heel and walked quickly out of the room.

Troy sank to the floor, leaning against the study room table for support. There was a chair not even a foot away from him, but he didn't think he could make it even that far. It was like there was a huge hole in his stomach that made him feel empty and alone. And the worst part was... he didn't even know why.

Yeah, Troy had alot of searching to do.

But it wasn't a monkey he had to find.

Thoughts?