Chapter 10: I'm Not Your Girl, So Stop Asking

Rebel entered the quad early on Monday morning. She walked to her locker and began to take her stuff out when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to see Jason standing behind her.

"What do you want?" she said sharply.

"I'm sick of fighting," he responded with a sigh.

"I'm sick of you."

"I want you back."

"I want you to leave."

"You're all I ever wanted, you're all I ever needed." He said as she began to walk away.

Rebel turned on her heel to face him again, "Stop listening to NSYNC and get a life!"

Jason sighed in defeat as she turned down the hallway. Rebel cursed under her breath as she kept walking back toward the quad.

"Hey dudette!" Newt yelled at her.

"Hey" she said as she walked up to him.

"Nice shirt." he said, pointing to her Jonas Brothers shirt from Saturday.

Rebel eyed his. He had a black shirt on with Hannah Montana on the front. He had a black and white striped shirt underneath it. She stared curiously at the shirt then back up at him, "Eh, uh, you too."

"How's it going with you and Stickler?"

"Ew, don't ask." she said just as Mack's motorcycle came to a stop and she got off.

Newt yelled, "What's up Mack?"

Mack ignored the boy and grabbed Rebel by her upper arm and dragged her off to the hallway.

"What's wrong with you?" Rebel said, flailing her arms in irritation as Mack let go.

"I don't want to be around him," she said.

"Why?" Rebel said in a babyish tone, "Mackie already sick of her boyfriend?"

Mack flipped Rebel off as she kept talking, "Yes. He's smothering me. It's getting on my last nerve."

"Jason's getting on mine, so now you know how I feel." she said.

"So what are we gonna do?" Mack asked. Rebel shrugged as they kept walking down the hallway talking abut the Hannah and Jonas party. "Has Joe called you yet, or visa versa?" Mack asked.

Rebel shook her head, "I'm kind of nervous to. I mean, he's Joe freaking Jonas, he could have any girl in the world."

Mack finished her sentence, "And he gave you his number."

"What about Jason?"

"Since when do you care about him recently?" Mack asked with a raised eyebrow. Rebel shrugged as they walked to class. At lunch, Rebel came and sat down beside Cory, Meena, Matt, Mack, and Newt.

"Hey guys." she said as she sat down.

A few responses of "Hey" and "'Sup" followed.

Rebel was excitedly talking to Meena about the party when her phone rang. Rebel glanced around the quad. It wasn't Jason, because he was sitting by himself, eating and looking rather mad at the world. She looked at the ID.

It read: JOE JONAS

Rebel's mouth fell to the ground as she flipped it open with a shaking hand.

She took a deep breath and said, "Hey"

"What's with her?" Cory said.

"I thought she was pissed at Stickler," Matt said in a confused tone.

Then, it hit Mack, "That's not Stickler."

Rebel got up and went into the hallway to continue her conversation.

"Hey" Joe replied.

There was a bit of silence before Rebel said, "Uh, what's up?"

"You wanna go out tonight?"

"What? It's a school night. Crap. That was stupid. Uh, Wait! How? You're supposed to be in Illinois." Rebel said quickly.

Joe laughed, "Hey, I understand if you just want to be friends."

Rebel gasped, "No, quite the opposite. Uh, sure, what time? And again, how are you going to be here?"

"7:30, and it's rather awesome how quick air travel is." he said.

"Why are you doing this?" Rebel asked, a smile playing on her face.

"This is going to sound so stupid but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I couldn't stop watching you from onstage. It was crazy. A good crazy though, like drinking a Red Bull before doing a sold out show crazy." he said.

Rebel laughed, "It doesn't sound stupid at all."

"Cool, I can't wait." he said.

"To see you again." she said smartly.

Joe laughed, "Totally, see you later."

"Bye." she said as she hung up.

She slapped herself across the face, "There is no way this is real!"

She looked back out into the quad at her eyes instinctively landed on Jason. A pit of guilt formed inside of her.

"Come on Reb, it's Joe Jonas for God's sake, you've liked him since you first saw the 'Mandy' video, don't flake now," she said to herself.

She put her phone back into her pocket and headed into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She saw no difference in her weight, even though she knew she had forced herself sick many times since she looked in the mirror in her room.

"Why in the hell hasn't Joe seen this? I'm horrible. No matter how much I practice with cheerleading, no matter how less I eat, no matter how many times I puke it's no better." she thought.

She then bent over and looked to see if anyone was in any of the stalls. No one was there. She went into one of the bathrooms and bent down in front of one of the toilets and fought back tears as she quickly shoved her finger in the back of her mouth and emptied herself. She stood up and flushed, walked out, washed her hands, wiped her face and went to the drink machine, getting a Sierra Mist and swishing it in her mouth. She walked back out into the quad to see that no one was there. She looked at the clock.

"Oh shit." she said, seeing that she had missed twenty minutes of her fifth period Drama class.

She went to grab her bookbag when she saw it was gone.

"God!" she yelled running down the hall and into Dr. Vanderslice's class. Everyone turned and stared at her.

Rebel winced as Dr. Vanderslice shot her a penetrating glare, "Sit."

She nodded taking her seat. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see Jessica Maldanado sitting behind her with a note in her hand. She opened the note and began reading.

"Got your bookbag."

She looked down. Her quilted messenger bag was right beside her desk.

"Where did you go at lunch? I hope you're alright.- Jason"

She rolled her eyes and balled up the note. She didn't care who saw, Jason wasn't in this class and she honestly didn't give a rip about his feelings anymore. After class, Rebel went into the hall and tried to find Mack. Finally she saw her talking to her brother, back against a row of lockers.

"Hey!" she said, bouncing up and down excitedly remembering the news from earlier, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"WHAT!" Mack raised her voice.

Rebel jumped and frowned, "I had something very interesting to tell you, but I guess I won't."

"You're going to end up telling me in the end, so just spit it out."

"Okay" Rebel said, glaring at Matt.

"I suppose you don't want me here." Matt said.

"Right." Rebel smirked, "Buh bye freak."

"Later gorgeous." he said

"Ew.." Rebel scrunched her nose up in disgust.

"I love him, but he has mental problems, serious mental problems." Mack said matter-of-factly.

Rebel laughed slightly, "Now, back to business, if I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Newt."

"Ooh, this must be big. You tell Newt everything." Mack said, "I promise."

"Joe asked me out. Tonight at 7:30!" she said.

"What? How?"

"He's flying down because he can't stop thinking about me!" she grinned.

Mack rolled her eyes, "Girl, you bounce back fast."

"Girl, this is Joe Jonas."

"What about Jason?"

"Screw him. If he doesn't want to apologize, what do I care?"

"You know you still love him." Mack said.

"I could say the same thing about you and Newt..."

"But you want to live to see you JoBro tonight."

"Exactly."

Rebel paused, "Speaking of which, you need to come home with me after school where you can help me pick out an outfit."

Mack groaned, "I hate helping you pick out clothes. God, I feel like Zack and Cody on that episode where they had to watch their mom pick out dresses and shoes. Although, I'd rather help you then be at my house."

Rebel smiled, "You're my total BFF you know that right?"

Mack nodded, "Sadly."