Well folks I woulda updated ya sooner but FF.net was being a bitch and I couldn't find the server so that sucked but here's a new chapter....small but new.........*ahem* some reviews may be nice.....nah I don't care I love this story and I'd still write it even if no one read it..........I've got the final chapters written :( yea! now all I have to do is write from here on til I hit the last bit then bang I'm done and on to another story.....I have a new BP story I hope u guys will read it it's got Harry and it'll be up once I get atleast three or four chapters done......so enjoy reading and if u don't want to review don't cuz all that matters is u read and u keep reading cuz that's cool
til next time
-Justine
The next morning Amanda walked up behind Marty at his locker and grabbed a book out of his locker she needed for first block that she had lent him. Marty turned to find a girl he almost didn't recognize, she wore a pair of beaten up jeans, a black button down large shirt, her hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail and she wore virtually no make up. It was obvious to him something was up and chances that Harry was a large player in it were large.
"What's up?"asked Marty.
"Nothing,"muttered Amanda as she threw her book into her back pack.
"C'mon spit it out,"said Marty.
"I said nothing,"said Amanda,"Anyways did you forget yesterday?"
"No, why did you talk to him?"asked Marty hoping to hell she didn't and if she did she listened enough to hear him out. He wasn't in complete agreement of the two of them together but it made Amanda happy and Harry was better than Tyler was and it's not like anyone was getting hurt by it so he wasn't going to ruin it for them or help them, at first, it became clear they needed help at sometime.
"We did,"said Amanda,"The nerve of him, he brought me flowers, like a buncha stupid roses are suppose to make everything all better. Sure go suck off the bitch's face and a boquet of flowers will fix it." She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the locker. Marty sighed, she was stubborn, which was good sometimes but otherwise it made her impossible, 'she's a girl did I expect less?' thought Marty.
"So I'm guessing you both didn't talk,"said Marty.
"We did,"said Amanda defensively.
"No you talked and he got interupted,"said Marty raising an eyebrow as he spoke.
"Doesn't matter, he couldn't have told me anything I didn't know,"said Amanda,"And if you're going to take his side then you're gonna get the same response he did." Amanda turned and walked away from him. Marty quickly grabbed his last book from the locker and shoved it in his bag then slammed his locker shut. He quickly followed Amanda down the hall passing Harry on his way, he gave Harry a half grin as he jogged slightly to catch up with Amanda. As he caught up with her he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
"Don't grab me,"squealed Amanda. Marty kept a good hold on her as he rolled his eyes trying to keep her from running off.
"Ya run off yesterday, you're not doing it again,"said Marty,"Now look I stayed and I heard what he said after you ran off and pulled the alarm."
"Hey wanna keep that on the down low?"hissed Amanda relaxing.
"Anywas he told her to back off and that he was seeing someone and that she shouldn't have done what she did,"said Marty,"He told her he loved you." Amanda bite her lip as the realization of her mistake set in. She gentily pulled her arm from Marty's hold and adjusted her bag.
"See if anything he should be mad at you,"said Marty quietly.
"Well I'm mad at you,"said Amanda.
"What? What the hell did I do?"asked Marty.
"You never told me this, you let me go act like a complete idiot. You should've told me yesterday,"exclaimed Amanda. She stormed past Marty back down the hall she had just come from. Marty stood there with a confused looked on his face.
"What the hell just happened?"muttered Marty.
"Trouble in paradise?"asked Danny walking past him.
"No other than the fact my best friend is a girl,"said Marty.
"Well it's a fact of life, they'll confuse ya,"said Danny.
**********
As the bell for lunch rang Amanda darted out of class pushing through people as she made her way through the halls. She ran down the stairs taking two at a time, she shoved her way through a crowd of slow moving freshmen. Her goal was to get down to the Dungeon as quick as possible to talk to Harry. She ran down the stairs quickly not even watching her step as she rushed. Once she came to basement area she pushed through the oncoming class coming out and into the class where Harry was finishing up with a student. Harry looked up curiously as she walked in and stood waiting for him to finish up. Quickly Harry dealt with student quickly and looked over at Amanda, she slowly lingered waiting for the hall to clear so she could speak him him. Moving over to the desk she played with her hands nervously.
"I wasn't really expecting you,"said Harry softly.
"Yeah well, um, I got some information, I uh didn't know before and uh I'm sorry,"said Amanda staring a hole through the blackboard. Harry nodded slightly as she spoke, trying to hide a smirk.
"But you're responsible too,"said Amanda looking at him. Harry looked at her trying to find out what she was getting at.
"How?"asked Harry.
"You let me go on last night and say all that shit,"said Amanda,"You let me make a fool out of myself, ya coulda said something."
"I tried but you kept cutting me off,"said Harry smiling.
"Well you should know I do things like that,"said Amanda,"But that was sweet, all the things you said to her, if things weren't the way they were I'd go up there and tear a strip off of her." Snickering Harry leaned back on the bar and gazed at her.
"Accept my apology?"asked Amanda.
"Yeah, I guess I have to,"said Harry jokingly rolling his eyes,"Just cause I love you and all."
"Aw, and I love you too,"said Amanda smilng, she glanced over at the door and leaned up for a quick kiss.
********
Later that night Amanda sat in bed watching the Tonight Show. She adjusted her pillow and leaned over to her nightstand to find her pager, she pulled open her drawer and dug through it, when she found the small plastic pager she pulled it out and seen if Harry had paged her but he didn't. She tossed the pager back in the drawer and went to close it but stopped, her eye caught a stack of envelopes shoved to the side. Creasing her brow she pulled them out and sat them in her lap, once she seen the whole envelope she immediately knew what they were, the love letters from Ronnie that she took from Harry's desk. Slowly she went through them reading one by one, the professions of "nights of passion" and "unbelievable love" didn't anger her as she went on, she had to hold down laughter. They were sappy, mushy and something that sounded like it was taken straight from the pages of a cheesy sex filled romance novel.
"Oh this is pathetic,"muttered Amanda humerously as she threw the last one down on her lap. Staring down at them the revengful thoughts of what could be done with these letters ran full speed through her head. 'Oh that bitch would just shit bricks if she knew I had these, nothing like these pieces of shit floating around tearing the big old bad bitch down to nothing but I hapless airhead' thought Amanda. As she picked up one of the letters with a self satisfied smirk on her face she stared down at Harry's name on the piece of paper. Sighing she set the letter down, she couldn't do anything, Harry would end up in it too and she couldn't do that to him.
"Well that just sucks,"huffed Amanda as she bunched the letters back up into a pile, she pulled open her drawer and set them back in, 'they may come in handy some day'. She flicked off her light and settled back down in bed to go to sleep for the night.
til next time
-Justine
The next morning Amanda walked up behind Marty at his locker and grabbed a book out of his locker she needed for first block that she had lent him. Marty turned to find a girl he almost didn't recognize, she wore a pair of beaten up jeans, a black button down large shirt, her hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail and she wore virtually no make up. It was obvious to him something was up and chances that Harry was a large player in it were large.
"What's up?"asked Marty.
"Nothing,"muttered Amanda as she threw her book into her back pack.
"C'mon spit it out,"said Marty.
"I said nothing,"said Amanda,"Anyways did you forget yesterday?"
"No, why did you talk to him?"asked Marty hoping to hell she didn't and if she did she listened enough to hear him out. He wasn't in complete agreement of the two of them together but it made Amanda happy and Harry was better than Tyler was and it's not like anyone was getting hurt by it so he wasn't going to ruin it for them or help them, at first, it became clear they needed help at sometime.
"We did,"said Amanda,"The nerve of him, he brought me flowers, like a buncha stupid roses are suppose to make everything all better. Sure go suck off the bitch's face and a boquet of flowers will fix it." She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the locker. Marty sighed, she was stubborn, which was good sometimes but otherwise it made her impossible, 'she's a girl did I expect less?' thought Marty.
"So I'm guessing you both didn't talk,"said Marty.
"We did,"said Amanda defensively.
"No you talked and he got interupted,"said Marty raising an eyebrow as he spoke.
"Doesn't matter, he couldn't have told me anything I didn't know,"said Amanda,"And if you're going to take his side then you're gonna get the same response he did." Amanda turned and walked away from him. Marty quickly grabbed his last book from the locker and shoved it in his bag then slammed his locker shut. He quickly followed Amanda down the hall passing Harry on his way, he gave Harry a half grin as he jogged slightly to catch up with Amanda. As he caught up with her he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
"Don't grab me,"squealed Amanda. Marty kept a good hold on her as he rolled his eyes trying to keep her from running off.
"Ya run off yesterday, you're not doing it again,"said Marty,"Now look I stayed and I heard what he said after you ran off and pulled the alarm."
"Hey wanna keep that on the down low?"hissed Amanda relaxing.
"Anywas he told her to back off and that he was seeing someone and that she shouldn't have done what she did,"said Marty,"He told her he loved you." Amanda bite her lip as the realization of her mistake set in. She gentily pulled her arm from Marty's hold and adjusted her bag.
"See if anything he should be mad at you,"said Marty quietly.
"Well I'm mad at you,"said Amanda.
"What? What the hell did I do?"asked Marty.
"You never told me this, you let me go act like a complete idiot. You should've told me yesterday,"exclaimed Amanda. She stormed past Marty back down the hall she had just come from. Marty stood there with a confused looked on his face.
"What the hell just happened?"muttered Marty.
"Trouble in paradise?"asked Danny walking past him.
"No other than the fact my best friend is a girl,"said Marty.
"Well it's a fact of life, they'll confuse ya,"said Danny.
**********
As the bell for lunch rang Amanda darted out of class pushing through people as she made her way through the halls. She ran down the stairs taking two at a time, she shoved her way through a crowd of slow moving freshmen. Her goal was to get down to the Dungeon as quick as possible to talk to Harry. She ran down the stairs quickly not even watching her step as she rushed. Once she came to basement area she pushed through the oncoming class coming out and into the class where Harry was finishing up with a student. Harry looked up curiously as she walked in and stood waiting for him to finish up. Quickly Harry dealt with student quickly and looked over at Amanda, she slowly lingered waiting for the hall to clear so she could speak him him. Moving over to the desk she played with her hands nervously.
"I wasn't really expecting you,"said Harry softly.
"Yeah well, um, I got some information, I uh didn't know before and uh I'm sorry,"said Amanda staring a hole through the blackboard. Harry nodded slightly as she spoke, trying to hide a smirk.
"But you're responsible too,"said Amanda looking at him. Harry looked at her trying to find out what she was getting at.
"How?"asked Harry.
"You let me go on last night and say all that shit,"said Amanda,"You let me make a fool out of myself, ya coulda said something."
"I tried but you kept cutting me off,"said Harry smiling.
"Well you should know I do things like that,"said Amanda,"But that was sweet, all the things you said to her, if things weren't the way they were I'd go up there and tear a strip off of her." Snickering Harry leaned back on the bar and gazed at her.
"Accept my apology?"asked Amanda.
"Yeah, I guess I have to,"said Harry jokingly rolling his eyes,"Just cause I love you and all."
"Aw, and I love you too,"said Amanda smilng, she glanced over at the door and leaned up for a quick kiss.
********
Later that night Amanda sat in bed watching the Tonight Show. She adjusted her pillow and leaned over to her nightstand to find her pager, she pulled open her drawer and dug through it, when she found the small plastic pager she pulled it out and seen if Harry had paged her but he didn't. She tossed the pager back in the drawer and went to close it but stopped, her eye caught a stack of envelopes shoved to the side. Creasing her brow she pulled them out and sat them in her lap, once she seen the whole envelope she immediately knew what they were, the love letters from Ronnie that she took from Harry's desk. Slowly she went through them reading one by one, the professions of "nights of passion" and "unbelievable love" didn't anger her as she went on, she had to hold down laughter. They were sappy, mushy and something that sounded like it was taken straight from the pages of a cheesy sex filled romance novel.
"Oh this is pathetic,"muttered Amanda humerously as she threw the last one down on her lap. Staring down at them the revengful thoughts of what could be done with these letters ran full speed through her head. 'Oh that bitch would just shit bricks if she knew I had these, nothing like these pieces of shit floating around tearing the big old bad bitch down to nothing but I hapless airhead' thought Amanda. As she picked up one of the letters with a self satisfied smirk on her face she stared down at Harry's name on the piece of paper. Sighing she set the letter down, she couldn't do anything, Harry would end up in it too and she couldn't do that to him.
"Well that just sucks,"huffed Amanda as she bunched the letters back up into a pile, she pulled open her drawer and set them back in, 'they may come in handy some day'. She flicked off her light and settled back down in bed to go to sleep for the night.