A/n: I am so sorry that I have not been updating very offten guys! Review's would be very helpful as it makes me feel all special and update more. I'm also starting a Landon POV, which will be an entirly differant story, so watch for that one! Now, on to the next Chapter! PS: Takes place directly after the play ends, on the way home!
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Driving home in the car with Daddy was very unsettiling. He had read through my lines, seen the practices,knew the entire play word for word- and had definitly noticed the little rewrite Landon had thrown in.
The first few minutes of the car ride were spent in silence. The tension in the air was hard to handle, I felt like I had let him down in some way. We both went to speak at the same time.
"Dad I didn't know-"
"Jamie what was that-"
I sighed. He rolled his eyes and made a left turn. After a little while passed, he realized that I wasn't planning on saying anything else. He took a deep breath, and started in on me.
"Jamie, your behavior is shameful and sinful. And at the play no less! In front of the whole town, in front of all of my collegues and friends! Kissing that...excuse for a man! What would your mother think!?!"
I was shocked. My father had been yelling. My father never yelled. Sure, he bickered now and then about certain things, and showed his dissapointment, but never yelled at me. Never said such hurtful things. I stared at him in disbelief, my eye's welling in tears.
"Don't call him that..." I said, weakly defending Landon. I don't know why I did it, I was probally adding fuel to a fire, but part of me couldn't let Daddy talk about him like that. I didn't want to address the last part. I couldn't form words to address the last part.
Dad looked at me, as I looked back at him. I could almost hear him regretting his words as one tear fell down my cheak. He took a deep breath, and started to speak, in a gentel tone.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. Your mother...she's never been anything but proud. I guarente you. She's watching you, honey. And she's proud of how well you do in school. And proud of how good you take care of your old man. Proud of how you treat others, no matter how they treat you. And proud of your devotion to God, to the church. She's proud of everything, especially your performance in the play."
Now my tears were falling heavily, but not because of any pain, happiness was all I felt. We pulled up the drive to our house, and no words were spoken. We both understood each other.
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I got some new looks the next day at school, they were still full of loathing, as always, but I think some people expected me to come to school all dawled up, like in the play. Instead, I came in one of the same old outfits, with the same plain hair-do, and the same bible in my hand.
I was sitting at Lunch Table 7 when who other then Landon Carter walked up to me and sat down. I didn't even glance up.
"People can see" I remarked, not even taking my eyes off the pages of my book.
"And that would ruin your reputation how?" he shoot back. "What's that" Landon asked.
I shift a bit in my seat and raise the book higher, so he can read the cover. I still refuse to look up.
"Im reading all the books on Mr. Rothman's list of contemporary American authors" I reply.
"And how many books are there?"
Gosh, he just can NOT take a hint. Yes, Jamie Sullivan is being spiteful, dosn't he have to go call CNN or something? I still won't give him the benifit of a look in the eye. I know its wrong, but I just really don't care.
"A hundred. But then there's his brittish list and his european list." Of course, I have to respond. Still don't have to look at him though.
Landon still attempts a conversation. I feel like asking him if this is his idea of small talk, but I hold back.
"So, is this all on your list? To read all these books?"
That one dosn't even get a responce out of me. I continue reading. And just for effect, I reach over and take a loud sip of my already empty juicebox. That seems to get the messege across.
"Jamie, I'm trying here okay? Maybe...maybe I miss spending time with you. Maybe you inspire me."
Now THAT one is a line. I almost laugh at it, it really is funny to me. That after all this he still thinks that he can charm his way back into my good graces.
"Sounds like bull" I shoot out.
"Which part?" he asks, offended. I feel like he's asking me just so he knows which part he needs to smooth over before attempting to talk to me again.
"All of it" I retort. I revel in the look on his face. I know that I'm being cruel, but hey, I'm hurt. It's his turn.
"Well it's not!" he replys.
"Prove it", I simply state. I pick up my book and walk out of the lunch room. Low and behol, he follows.
I charge down the steps, trying to get to my car before he gets to me. But he's fast, and he catches up.
"Jamie! Jamie!" I hear him calling out to me.
"You don't know the first thing about being somebody's friend!" I call out, walking faster, now that he's pretty much behind me.
"I dont just want to be your friend" he tells me. My heart flutters for a second, but I ignore it.
"You don't know what you want" I say.
"Neither do you! Maybe you're just too scared that someone might want to be with you" Landon says.
I turn towards him. That just made me mad.
"And why would that scare me!?" I ask, even though I know. I am scared. But HE dosn't know that.
"Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books, or or or, your freaking telescope, or your faith."
I can barley believe his words. How dare he? I turn to leave, but he wips me around.
"No, No. You know the real reason why you're scared? Because you wanna be with me too." he states.
That one hits a cord. I realize in that second that he is completley right. I like him, and it's terrifying me. I can't even get a word out. He seems like he thinks that he's pleaded his case, and he knows its toll on me. This time when I turn to go, he stands on the sidewalk, watching me drive off.
"So much for don't like him" I mutter to myself.
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A/n: I really played up the drama in the lunch room sences. Im not sure how it worked for the story, but I just thought that Jamie would be extreamly more mad, especally if I had written in a little scuffle with her father. Maybe that drama came from issues of my own with MY father, so hey, everythings good for something right?? *laugh*. So I hope everyone enjoyed it, more updates to come, I promise! Review, Review, Review! :)
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Driving home in the car with Daddy was very unsettiling. He had read through my lines, seen the practices,knew the entire play word for word- and had definitly noticed the little rewrite Landon had thrown in.
The first few minutes of the car ride were spent in silence. The tension in the air was hard to handle, I felt like I had let him down in some way. We both went to speak at the same time.
"Dad I didn't know-"
"Jamie what was that-"
I sighed. He rolled his eyes and made a left turn. After a little while passed, he realized that I wasn't planning on saying anything else. He took a deep breath, and started in on me.
"Jamie, your behavior is shameful and sinful. And at the play no less! In front of the whole town, in front of all of my collegues and friends! Kissing that...excuse for a man! What would your mother think!?!"
I was shocked. My father had been yelling. My father never yelled. Sure, he bickered now and then about certain things, and showed his dissapointment, but never yelled at me. Never said such hurtful things. I stared at him in disbelief, my eye's welling in tears.
"Don't call him that..." I said, weakly defending Landon. I don't know why I did it, I was probally adding fuel to a fire, but part of me couldn't let Daddy talk about him like that. I didn't want to address the last part. I couldn't form words to address the last part.
Dad looked at me, as I looked back at him. I could almost hear him regretting his words as one tear fell down my cheak. He took a deep breath, and started to speak, in a gentel tone.
"Jamie, I'm sorry. Your mother...she's never been anything but proud. I guarente you. She's watching you, honey. And she's proud of how well you do in school. And proud of how good you take care of your old man. Proud of how you treat others, no matter how they treat you. And proud of your devotion to God, to the church. She's proud of everything, especially your performance in the play."
Now my tears were falling heavily, but not because of any pain, happiness was all I felt. We pulled up the drive to our house, and no words were spoken. We both understood each other.
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I got some new looks the next day at school, they were still full of loathing, as always, but I think some people expected me to come to school all dawled up, like in the play. Instead, I came in one of the same old outfits, with the same plain hair-do, and the same bible in my hand.
I was sitting at Lunch Table 7 when who other then Landon Carter walked up to me and sat down. I didn't even glance up.
"People can see" I remarked, not even taking my eyes off the pages of my book.
"And that would ruin your reputation how?" he shoot back. "What's that" Landon asked.
I shift a bit in my seat and raise the book higher, so he can read the cover. I still refuse to look up.
"Im reading all the books on Mr. Rothman's list of contemporary American authors" I reply.
"And how many books are there?"
Gosh, he just can NOT take a hint. Yes, Jamie Sullivan is being spiteful, dosn't he have to go call CNN or something? I still won't give him the benifit of a look in the eye. I know its wrong, but I just really don't care.
"A hundred. But then there's his brittish list and his european list." Of course, I have to respond. Still don't have to look at him though.
Landon still attempts a conversation. I feel like asking him if this is his idea of small talk, but I hold back.
"So, is this all on your list? To read all these books?"
That one dosn't even get a responce out of me. I continue reading. And just for effect, I reach over and take a loud sip of my already empty juicebox. That seems to get the messege across.
"Jamie, I'm trying here okay? Maybe...maybe I miss spending time with you. Maybe you inspire me."
Now THAT one is a line. I almost laugh at it, it really is funny to me. That after all this he still thinks that he can charm his way back into my good graces.
"Sounds like bull" I shoot out.
"Which part?" he asks, offended. I feel like he's asking me just so he knows which part he needs to smooth over before attempting to talk to me again.
"All of it" I retort. I revel in the look on his face. I know that I'm being cruel, but hey, I'm hurt. It's his turn.
"Well it's not!" he replys.
"Prove it", I simply state. I pick up my book and walk out of the lunch room. Low and behol, he follows.
I charge down the steps, trying to get to my car before he gets to me. But he's fast, and he catches up.
"Jamie! Jamie!" I hear him calling out to me.
"You don't know the first thing about being somebody's friend!" I call out, walking faster, now that he's pretty much behind me.
"I dont just want to be your friend" he tells me. My heart flutters for a second, but I ignore it.
"You don't know what you want" I say.
"Neither do you! Maybe you're just too scared that someone might want to be with you" Landon says.
I turn towards him. That just made me mad.
"And why would that scare me!?" I ask, even though I know. I am scared. But HE dosn't know that.
"Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books, or or or, your freaking telescope, or your faith."
I can barley believe his words. How dare he? I turn to leave, but he wips me around.
"No, No. You know the real reason why you're scared? Because you wanna be with me too." he states.
That one hits a cord. I realize in that second that he is completley right. I like him, and it's terrifying me. I can't even get a word out. He seems like he thinks that he's pleaded his case, and he knows its toll on me. This time when I turn to go, he stands on the sidewalk, watching me drive off.
"So much for don't like him" I mutter to myself.
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A/n: I really played up the drama in the lunch room sences. Im not sure how it worked for the story, but I just thought that Jamie would be extreamly more mad, especally if I had written in a little scuffle with her father. Maybe that drama came from issues of my own with MY father, so hey, everythings good for something right?? *laugh*. So I hope everyone enjoyed it, more updates to come, I promise! Review, Review, Review! :)
