Chapter Fourteen: Luck of the Irish

It was going to be a bad day, she could feel it already. She had already been awaking to Ivy pinching the crap out of her this morning. Heck, the only reason she had worn anything green was to get Ivy off her back.

"Happy St. Patties Day Hannah," Petey called running over to her. He too had decked out for the holiday.

"That's a lot of green," She said.

"Yep! Like it," he asked.

"Let me guess, Ivy got to you?"

"So you don't like it?" She laughs, "It's fine Pete, my hearts just not into it."

"Into what," Johnny asked snaking his arms around his girl.

"St. Patrick's Day," Pete answered reaching out to pinch Johnny. "OW!"

"Knock it off Petey," Jimmy grumbled joining the group. "Hey Jim, hadn't seen you in awhile."

"I try not to be hang out with losers and tyrannies," he said, pride in his voice. Hannah punches Jimmy in the arm, "Take it back!"

"Take what back? I'm just being honest."

"What your being is a dick! Now apologize," she demanded.

"I'm sorry," Jimmy mocked. Ivy walked up behind him and twisted his ear. "Get lost Hopkins," Ivy demanded, "Your not welcome here." With that she shoves him to the ground.

"Fine," he barked getting to his feet, "I don't need any of you." Jimmy takes off down the hall to class. "He's gotten worse since New Years," Johnny points out.

"I don't need this," Ivy whines, "I've got way too much on my plate already. My audition for NYADA is this week. I can't believe I waited so late, I'm never getting in now."

"There's always Juilliard," Petey said timidly.

"No they've already rejected me. NYADA's my only chance now."

"Chance for what," Hannah ask. "To get back to New York," Ivy said, "To following in my mom's footsteps and be just as good if not better than her. That's all I've ever wanted."

"You can still go to New York Ivy," Petey informed her, "its really not that far."

"You don't get it my little queen… you just don't get it." The bell rang and the party went there separate ways.

"Pinch me again Pete," Gary growled, "I dare you."

"Oh you love it," Petey giggled twisting at Gary's nipple again.

"Will you girls calm your hormones please," Hannah whined

"What's wrong with you," Gary asked, "I thought you were into this kind of stuff?"

"It's Jimmy…"

"What's that moron done now?

"I thought you didn't care about him," Petey added.

"Normal no," Hannah started, "But since New Years his been really bipolar."

"What happened at New Years," Gary asked. "I told you Gary… Jim and B," Petey answered. "Oh year," Gary laughed, "quite the couple if you ask me."

"That's just it," Hannah interrupted. "B really likes him and she trying, but he just doesn't seem to care. Although I think there's more to it. But he's being too much of a jerk." The boys stared at Hannah for a moment.

"You talk to much," Gary said, "I'm gonna make out with my boyfriend now."

"Gary," Petey whined as Gary started kissing his neck. Hannah sat in her own little world. She couldn't believe she cared at all. Maybe she was too caring? She just wanted her friends to be happy, was that so much to ask?

"Knock it off in there," the orderly demanded.

"Make me," Gary snapped back. The orderly swung open the door ready to pull the two boys apart. Hannah jumped out of her chair. "We're going," she said standing between the orderly and her friends. "Come on Pete." Petey whined, he didn't want to go, but he knew he'd better. He gave Gary a kiss and followed Hannah out of the cell.

"What's this all about Hannah," Beatrice asked, as she was drug down the sidewalk to the school fountain.

"Getting Jimmy Hopkins out of my head," Hannah responded, "I'm sick of him and his attitude." Hannah was determined. She had to fix this… whatever this was. She didn't understand why, she just knew she had to.

"Oh no," Johnny said grabbing Jimmy who had tried to take off the second he saw Beatrice.

"Okay," Hannah said joining her boyfriend side. "You like him, and I think he likes you. But he's a jerk. I think it's because his mom hates him. I don't really blame her, but if this…" she said pointing at the two in question, "is going to work, then you…" she said pointing to Jimmy, "need to grow up and you…" pointing to Beatrice," don't… really need to do anything… besides tell him how you fell and hear him out."

Jimmy stared at Hannah. Who was she to tell him what to do? "Jimmy," Beatrice cooed. He looked back at her. 'Damn it,' he thought, 'why her, what's so special about Beatrice… except she's nice… and smart… and she is kind of nice looking, when she not wearing those glasses and has her hair up like that.'

"Oh just spit it out," Hannah yelled.

"Alright fine," Jimmy snapped. "Beatrice you're not all that bad… and I… kind of like you."

"Oh Jimmy," Beatrice swooned. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Think you've started something," Johnny asked Hannah.

"I don't know," she sighed, "Maybe… but I can't shack this feeling things are gonna get worse before they get better… much, MUCH worse…"

Sephiroth: So how many chapters do we have left?

Me: I don't know! Could be less then I planed, could be more.

Sephiroth: More please

Me: When did you turn into such a sap?

Sephiroth: I'm not a sap!

Me: Whatever… Happy Reading