So nothing so much happened today. I was hanging out with my friends and we we went to the park and messed with the fountains. Yeah bad I know, we went in and joked around. And then we took a few pictures and I nearly dropped her camera phone in the water. Lmao. I recieved a scolding from her. And then we went around the mall. Anyway. Heres the update. Glad that I was able to get it done.

Chapter three

I had thought then that today was just an ordinary day with an ordinary detention. Minus me, trying to deicide that it was perfect time to ask Jess out. But apparently not. Normal day, I mean.

But, yeah it first did seem to be normal, but detention sure did change that up.

The guys in detention were all acting up and goofing around more than usual. Especially when there was some new art teacher here to watch us. Are the people in this school trying to kid us here? They really think that this lady, this little woman, about the size of -I got to admit it- of Mastriani can be able to stop the football team to stop throwing paper balls around and the skaters to 'accidently' place there skateboards on the stairs and wait for someone to step on them and trip.

Now I'm not saying, that just because there five-feet tall doesn't mean they can't handle themselves, give Jess for instant if she was put up in charge she would have just kicked the skaters shins and throw their skateboards out and then kick the rest of the guys asses. But Clemmings over here doesn't exactly look like she can even have the guts to do anything else but threaten them another detention. Which they now do have an extra week or so. I'm just waiting for her to crack.

The guys around the W's were worse though, I got to admit. And I'll tell you the truth I was part of it. Miss Clemmings came up again, probably to tell us to shut up and stop. But nope. What she said was after a few threats for extra detention was "I am thinking of moving Jessica between Robert -" a few guys snickered at hearing my full name "and Hank." She gave us a look knowing we were the worse ones. "I am thinking that placing a female would do you good-"

Was she kidding? Even though the guys wouldn't care at all if they put Mastriani here. I hid a smile that was close to surfacing. When she left muttering "Now, I just hope she will agree." the guys went back to messing around.

I heard Clammings calling Mastriani up. I watched her have a hopeful look on her eye and shoved her way to the front of the auditorium.

They talked quietly, and once Clemmings pointed out to the back row, which I was sure it was my row. And Mastriani glancing a few times. Jess went back to her seat a picked up her flute and her backpack and shoved her way out again, happy she agreed. Maybe I can ask her out.

She shoved her way up the stairs. Wylie –along with a few other guys, much to my chargin- whistled at her. I glared at him and shoved my elbow to his side, the drama coach shushed them all. She kicked a few guys shins when no one moved there feet or stuff. I smirked when Joe clutched his now aching shin, served him right. When she reached me Wylie and whoevers behind me moved down a seat I didn't dare give her a hard time and just moved to the next seat over. I watched her sit the seat I had just vacated before and slip her bags under her seat.

"Welcome to hell," I said when she straightened. She earned me a smile, and I gotta say she has one nice smile. Really. Wylie grabbed his crotch and I looked at him and said "You're dead, Wylie."

Miss Clemming shushed at us and clapped her hands "If I hear another word back there, you're all getting an extra week."

We shut up. Mastriani grabbed out her book which I caught a glimpse of the cover at turned out to be geometry. I turned my head to the front pretending to watch the play rehearsals. Wondering how the hell am I going to ask her out now, I mean I can't talk not in fear for getting another week- hell I'd rather do, but I can't get Mastriani in to trouble, not the best way to impress someone you like.

I glance quickly and noticed her doing her homework when an idea popped into my head. I leaned over to her and grabbed her notebook and pen. I checked her homework with a quick glance, so far nice and nodded. She's smart.

I turned to a nice clean fresh page and wrote, So did you get caught in the rain yesterday? and passed the notebook and pen back to her.

She hesitated and looked at Miss Clemmings not sure if she should answer back. When finally deciding Clemmings was not even paying attention but watching the play. She wrote a quick second and passed it back to me. Yes.

Told you so. Why didn't you ditch the fat girl and come for a ride with me after this?

I liked what I wrote a way of asking someone out but also not. I passed it back to her and watched for her reaction. She looked pissed and wrote down quickly.

Are you mentally impaired or something? That fat girl happens to be my best friend

So dissing her friend was the wrong way to go. But she had loyalty in her blood and it was cool. But she didn't answer my question. I took my time writing this out on describing her friend. But I will never tell her that I still call her friend the fat girl, don't wanna get a sucker punch for it.

Jesus, sorry. I had no idea you were so sensitive. Let me rephrase. Why don't you tell your gravitationally challenged friend to take a hike, and come for a ride with me after this?

It's Friday night, you loser. What do you think, I don't already have plans? I happen to have a boyfriend you know.

Does she love to diss me or something? But after a quick look at her I knew she was lying. Her face said it all and if she was actually telling the truth could it be her friends brother? Now I heard they were close.

Yeah? Well I bet your boyfriend isn't rebuilding a '64 Harley in his barn.

She looked her surprised and impressed at this. And I wasn't sure if it was a trick of light or what but I think her fingers were shaking.

My boyfriend doesn't have a barn. His dad is a lawyer.

I knew it! It is that fat girl's brother. They're dad's the best lawyer in this town. But I don't get why Jess would want to be with him, I mean he doesn't look like Jess' type.

So? Dump him. Come for a ride.

Hank leaned over and called "Wylie.Wylie?"

Wylie leaned over "Suck on this, Wendell."

"Both of you shut the hell up before Clemmings look over here." Jess hissed.

Hank threw his paper football I seen him put it together with spit earlier, to Greg. But it didn't reach to him because I stopped it by sticking my hand out in the direction it was going and caught it midair.

I used my voice that usually scared some people and said "You heard the lady. Knock it off."

They stopped and Jess went back to writing down her answer.

Okay. On one condition.

How about no? I do not work well with conditions. Most in fact I hate it, it's the reason I got into trouble with my cousins when I was six by trying to get his transformers toy and had to climb a huge tree and slipped and fell and broke a few of my ribs. Worst experience.

No conditions, I wrote and underlined it with a few strokes. Trying to get her the point.

Then I can't-

That's all she managed to write when I saw what she was writing in huge block letters, getting the point out before I snatched it. Guess I should at least hear what it is.

All right. What?

She smirked and passed me the notebook when she was done.

A ride to Paoli.

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Hmm. Sweet, managed to finally write this. We can get to the good stuff now! When he finds out Jess can find missing kids and got struck by lightening. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed.

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