JESSIE'S POV
I saw Ash and Misty walk off to their next class. I was glad James was with me, for some reason those two kids
seemed like twerps. I mean, they're really nice and all but something told me that we were going to become enemies as time went by.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard James laughing about that girl. She was pretty lame after all!
From now on we decided to call her Lame Girl. Our next class was the Trainer Liscence. This was the class where
everybody who wanted to become a trainer, learnt about the ways of training pokemon, and everything about them.
I had no idea why I hadn't come here when I turned 10. It was probably because I was afraid of Madame Boss.
Oh well, I was here now, with a great boy friend. Oops, there I went again. Lost in my trail of thoughts.
"I wonder what we'll be learning about this time?" I heard James ask. He shut his locker door and faced me,
"I hope we get to learn about potions and healing, that's always been one of my favourite subjects."
I smiled. "It's my favourite subject too. I once joined a Nurse School in hopes of becoming a pokemon nurse,
but they kicked me out just because I wasn't a Chansey," I replied. I scowled at no-one in particular at the thought
of the horrid nurse teacher's lectures about falling asleep in class.
James' face fell into a sympathetic frown. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Tough break. But we're here now
and we can't possibly flunk out. We love pokemon too much for that!" he tried to cheer me up. It did.
Another bell sirened telling us that if we didn't get to class soon, we'd be in detention! We quickly dashed off to class.
Later that day, after the Trainer's class, I was pushing my books into my locker.
"Stupid books if I didn't need you for my studies then you would feel the sole of my foot I tell ya," I cursed under my breath at my books.
Then I heard somebody being shoved up against a locker. "Ooh ooh, pick me pick me! He says! We ain't got no place
for pretty mama's boys in this school," I could hear a deep voice. It sounded like his voicebox had gone through a blender,
and spat out again to be stepped on. A familiar voice started whimpering after it. It was James'! I had to find out what was wrong.
I left my bag there and dashed around the corner, my home-made fan in tact.
A hideous boy with short cut green hair had his fist up near James' chin, his other hand pinned James up to the
door of the locker. James is too gentle to fight back, I thought. The poor thing looks so scared! I have to help him,
I whacked my fan down on the boy's head. The boy let go of James, making him land with a thump on the floor.
"ONLY COWARDS USE VIOLENCE AGAINST SWEET, INNOCENT PEOPLE!" I raged, "AND I SHOULD HAVE NO MERCY ON YOU, YOU ARE SO PATHETIC! WHAT DID
JAMES EVER DO TO YOU?"
"Oooh, so sorry miss. I didn't know this mama's boy was your boyfriend," the boy smirked.
I blushed as I heard him say boyfriend. Sure James was cute and all, but, boyfriend? Actually, I wouldn't have minded
if James and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, but I wasn't about to let this creep know!
"WHAT'S BETWEEN JAMES AND ME IS PERSONAL AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND CHANGE THAT! AND DON'T ACT ALL SMUG AND ALL, I COULD WHIP YOUR
ASS IN HALF A MILISECOND!" I menaced over him.
The boy smirked again and stood up fully, he towered over me. I didn't back down.
"And what are YOU going to do about it huh? Little girl? You couldn't hit a Snorlax in the stomach without mucking out!" he
prodded, flicking my nose in the process. A slow, and sly smile crept across my face.
"That was the last straw. WATCH ME KICK YOUR BUTT!" I slyly said. Quickly I kicked him in the stomach.
The boy doubled over in pain and slowly walked off.
"Ha! Is that the best you can do? Come back here and take me on a real fight!" I taunted. I turned back to James.
His mouth was wide open. I went to help him up.
"Whoah! Where'd you learn that? You seem so gentle and caring on the outside I didn't know you had it in you!" he
gaped. ALthough when people say this to me I know they mean that I'm a little wuss, and that they think they can do better.
But with James I took it as a compliment. He seemed so sincere about it, and he didn't say it in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"Oh that was just Butch. He has kuso for brains," I chuckled.
"Botch huh?" James considered.
"Actually it's Butch but Botch sounds WAY better. Good on ya Jimmy!" I corrected him.
He blushed when I said Jimmy. I had just given him a pet name! With that we made our way to our rooms.
"Oh wait Jess!" James cried after me. Jess? He called me Jess! Only momma called me by that name. Wow, maybe he would
turn out to be a friend that I could truly count on. I turned around to see what he wanted.
"I just remembered that I don't have a place to spend the night. The receptionist just shood me away when I asked her about it,"
he puffed. I stood there thinking for a bit. Then it hit me.
"Well, you could sleep with me if you wanted. My other room-mate left out on me to go to someone else's room, so there's a bed for you.
How about it?" I asked.
James took no hesitation in replying. "Yes! I will," he said eagerly. I smiled and led him to my room. There we set
up all our stuff and got ready for bed. The next day we had more of our Trainers classes and I wanted to be ready for it.
I saw Ash and Misty walk off to their next class. I was glad James was with me, for some reason those two kids
seemed like twerps. I mean, they're really nice and all but something told me that we were going to become enemies as time went by.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard James laughing about that girl. She was pretty lame after all!
From now on we decided to call her Lame Girl. Our next class was the Trainer Liscence. This was the class where
everybody who wanted to become a trainer, learnt about the ways of training pokemon, and everything about them.
I had no idea why I hadn't come here when I turned 10. It was probably because I was afraid of Madame Boss.
Oh well, I was here now, with a great boy friend. Oops, there I went again. Lost in my trail of thoughts.
"I wonder what we'll be learning about this time?" I heard James ask. He shut his locker door and faced me,
"I hope we get to learn about potions and healing, that's always been one of my favourite subjects."
I smiled. "It's my favourite subject too. I once joined a Nurse School in hopes of becoming a pokemon nurse,
but they kicked me out just because I wasn't a Chansey," I replied. I scowled at no-one in particular at the thought
of the horrid nurse teacher's lectures about falling asleep in class.
James' face fell into a sympathetic frown. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Tough break. But we're here now
and we can't possibly flunk out. We love pokemon too much for that!" he tried to cheer me up. It did.
Another bell sirened telling us that if we didn't get to class soon, we'd be in detention! We quickly dashed off to class.
Later that day, after the Trainer's class, I was pushing my books into my locker.
"Stupid books if I didn't need you for my studies then you would feel the sole of my foot I tell ya," I cursed under my breath at my books.
Then I heard somebody being shoved up against a locker. "Ooh ooh, pick me pick me! He says! We ain't got no place
for pretty mama's boys in this school," I could hear a deep voice. It sounded like his voicebox had gone through a blender,
and spat out again to be stepped on. A familiar voice started whimpering after it. It was James'! I had to find out what was wrong.
I left my bag there and dashed around the corner, my home-made fan in tact.
A hideous boy with short cut green hair had his fist up near James' chin, his other hand pinned James up to the
door of the locker. James is too gentle to fight back, I thought. The poor thing looks so scared! I have to help him,
I whacked my fan down on the boy's head. The boy let go of James, making him land with a thump on the floor.
"ONLY COWARDS USE VIOLENCE AGAINST SWEET, INNOCENT PEOPLE!" I raged, "AND I SHOULD HAVE NO MERCY ON YOU, YOU ARE SO PATHETIC! WHAT DID
JAMES EVER DO TO YOU?"
"Oooh, so sorry miss. I didn't know this mama's boy was your boyfriend," the boy smirked.
I blushed as I heard him say boyfriend. Sure James was cute and all, but, boyfriend? Actually, I wouldn't have minded
if James and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, but I wasn't about to let this creep know!
"WHAT'S BETWEEN JAMES AND ME IS PERSONAL AND DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND CHANGE THAT! AND DON'T ACT ALL SMUG AND ALL, I COULD WHIP YOUR
ASS IN HALF A MILISECOND!" I menaced over him.
The boy smirked again and stood up fully, he towered over me. I didn't back down.
"And what are YOU going to do about it huh? Little girl? You couldn't hit a Snorlax in the stomach without mucking out!" he
prodded, flicking my nose in the process. A slow, and sly smile crept across my face.
"That was the last straw. WATCH ME KICK YOUR BUTT!" I slyly said. Quickly I kicked him in the stomach.
The boy doubled over in pain and slowly walked off.
"Ha! Is that the best you can do? Come back here and take me on a real fight!" I taunted. I turned back to James.
His mouth was wide open. I went to help him up.
"Whoah! Where'd you learn that? You seem so gentle and caring on the outside I didn't know you had it in you!" he
gaped. ALthough when people say this to me I know they mean that I'm a little wuss, and that they think they can do better.
But with James I took it as a compliment. He seemed so sincere about it, and he didn't say it in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"Oh that was just Butch. He has kuso for brains," I chuckled.
"Botch huh?" James considered.
"Actually it's Butch but Botch sounds WAY better. Good on ya Jimmy!" I corrected him.
He blushed when I said Jimmy. I had just given him a pet name! With that we made our way to our rooms.
"Oh wait Jess!" James cried after me. Jess? He called me Jess! Only momma called me by that name. Wow, maybe he would
turn out to be a friend that I could truly count on. I turned around to see what he wanted.
"I just remembered that I don't have a place to spend the night. The receptionist just shood me away when I asked her about it,"
he puffed. I stood there thinking for a bit. Then it hit me.
"Well, you could sleep with me if you wanted. My other room-mate left out on me to go to someone else's room, so there's a bed for you.
How about it?" I asked.
James took no hesitation in replying. "Yes! I will," he said eagerly. I smiled and led him to my room. There we set
up all our stuff and got ready for bed. The next day we had more of our Trainers classes and I wanted to be ready for it.