A bit shorter than the last chapter, but nice and rocketshippy………btw, u
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No matter how hard James and I tried, we were unable to bring up our grades. One day when we were both 14, we were called into the principal's office. We both knew that it was about our grades because we hadn't done anything wrong lately. Butch and Cassidy had pretty much stopped bothering us. As far as we could tell, they were bored with us. We considered ourselves lucky.
The principal looked very upset as she began to talk to us. "Jessica, James, I have some bad news." We looked at each other. I bit my lip with worry. "Due to your continually dropping grades and failure to socialize with anyone besides each other, you are both being, well, to put it bluntly, thrown out of Pokemon Tech."
James's mouth dropped open in disbelief. I bit my lip harder to keep from screaming out in frustration and anguish. I bit it so hard in fact, that it began to bleed. I could taste my blood in my mouth. It was bitter, just as I felt.
The principal continued. "James, your parents' chauffeur will pick you up in the morning. Jessica, your mother will pick you up tomorrow afternoon."
Unable to restrain myself, I blurted out, "She's not my mother. My mother's dead. And I wish I was with her." With that, I ran out, tears flowing out of my eyes, down my cheeks, and onto the floor. I left a trail of tears behind me.
Some time later, James came into my room. I was sitting on my bed crying. Tears of hatred seeped out of my eyes. I thought the anger in me would never die out. James came over and sat next to me, putting his arm around me. I held onto him, much as I had that day we had first met. And much like that day, he just held me, letting me cry.
It wasn't that I minded being kicked out of Pokemon Tech. In fact, I was glad. I hated it. But I knew that James and I would never see each other again if we went our separate ways. He would go home and get married. I would go home and spend many more years living with my foster parents. The thought of never seeing James again devastated me. James was all I had in the world. It was on that day that I realized that I loved him.
As he held me, I tried to figure out just what to say to him. How do you tell someone that you are in love with them? Finally, I decided to just be honest with him. But as I opened my mouth to speak, James spoke first.
"I don't want to lose you, Jessie. You're all I have in the world. I don't want to go home and have to marry Jessiebell. She's the most awful girl in the world. All she cares about is being "proper" and doing things "properly." I don't want to be like that! I like how I am! And my parents, they don't care. They're on her side. They sent me here so that I could grow up. Well, I have, Jessie. I've learned a lot here. But the most important thing that I've learned is that true friends are hard to come by. You're my best friend in the world, Jessie. And I never told you, but I've had a crush on you since we were nine years old." Here James paused, then quickly continued. "I never told you because I didn't think you could ever like me back. But if we're going to be torn apart like this, I just think you should know. I love you, Jessie."
I stared at him, amazed at how old and wise he sounded. Then I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "I love you too, James. I love you too."
No matter how hard James and I tried, we were unable to bring up our grades. One day when we were both 14, we were called into the principal's office. We both knew that it was about our grades because we hadn't done anything wrong lately. Butch and Cassidy had pretty much stopped bothering us. As far as we could tell, they were bored with us. We considered ourselves lucky.
The principal looked very upset as she began to talk to us. "Jessica, James, I have some bad news." We looked at each other. I bit my lip with worry. "Due to your continually dropping grades and failure to socialize with anyone besides each other, you are both being, well, to put it bluntly, thrown out of Pokemon Tech."
James's mouth dropped open in disbelief. I bit my lip harder to keep from screaming out in frustration and anguish. I bit it so hard in fact, that it began to bleed. I could taste my blood in my mouth. It was bitter, just as I felt.
The principal continued. "James, your parents' chauffeur will pick you up in the morning. Jessica, your mother will pick you up tomorrow afternoon."
Unable to restrain myself, I blurted out, "She's not my mother. My mother's dead. And I wish I was with her." With that, I ran out, tears flowing out of my eyes, down my cheeks, and onto the floor. I left a trail of tears behind me.
Some time later, James came into my room. I was sitting on my bed crying. Tears of hatred seeped out of my eyes. I thought the anger in me would never die out. James came over and sat next to me, putting his arm around me. I held onto him, much as I had that day we had first met. And much like that day, he just held me, letting me cry.
It wasn't that I minded being kicked out of Pokemon Tech. In fact, I was glad. I hated it. But I knew that James and I would never see each other again if we went our separate ways. He would go home and get married. I would go home and spend many more years living with my foster parents. The thought of never seeing James again devastated me. James was all I had in the world. It was on that day that I realized that I loved him.
As he held me, I tried to figure out just what to say to him. How do you tell someone that you are in love with them? Finally, I decided to just be honest with him. But as I opened my mouth to speak, James spoke first.
"I don't want to lose you, Jessie. You're all I have in the world. I don't want to go home and have to marry Jessiebell. She's the most awful girl in the world. All she cares about is being "proper" and doing things "properly." I don't want to be like that! I like how I am! And my parents, they don't care. They're on her side. They sent me here so that I could grow up. Well, I have, Jessie. I've learned a lot here. But the most important thing that I've learned is that true friends are hard to come by. You're my best friend in the world, Jessie. And I never told you, but I've had a crush on you since we were nine years old." Here James paused, then quickly continued. "I never told you because I didn't think you could ever like me back. But if we're going to be torn apart like this, I just think you should know. I love you, Jessie."
I stared at him, amazed at how old and wise he sounded. Then I pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "I love you too, James. I love you too."