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just a collge student.
Chapter 5 uses "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico
Chapter 5: Stuck
"Excuse me?" Joan asked, moving her arm and knocking over her water bottle. Adam began soaking up the spilled water on their table. "You and Grace dated?"
He tossed the soaked napkins to the side and took her hand, "Only for a short while when we were younger,"
"Grace, as in Grace Polk?" she asked again, "and how much younger IS younger?" Adam laughed a little and smiled. Joan's eyes were filled with confusion, she hadn't ever thought about the two of them before.
"Yes, Grace as in Grace Polk. It was in middle school, a lot of people here don't remember or just don't know," he said taking a deep breath and looking at Joan cautiously again.
"Like me, right?" she asked sarcastically. Adam closed his eyes, and exhaled.
"Please don't feel bad, Jane," he requested and the tension in her eyes lifted, "It's not like it was a secret, it just never came up before,"
"Why'd you get so worried about me telling Grace then?"
"Like I said, Grace and I were . . . young. We never kissed," he reopened his eyes.
"You dated buy you never kissed?" Joan's voice sounded relieved.
"Yes. Ever since then, Grace and I have been friends. It just sort of ended one day. We were walking home from school together and she just dropped my hand. The next thing I knew she was insulting me and joking around with me like before we dated. We never really talked about it since then," he spoke quickly, "She's been closed off to everyone since then, though she says its not my fault,"
"Wow," was all the Joan could reply, "Adam, I,"
"It's fine, Joan," he interrupted her, "I always wondered though, was it the me not kissing her thing that broke us up?"
"I really couldn't tell you, you've known her a lot longer than I have,"
"It's not like it matters now though," he said kissing Joan's hand which still remained in his, "Grace hasn't dated anyone since. That's why kissing Luke was such a big deal," he explained as the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. They slid their chairs out from under the table and began walking down the hall,
"So you want to hang out after school or something?" Joan asked him. She was still nervous abut the whole inviting thing, since it hadn't been that long.
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"I can't get out of bed today or get you off my mind I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind I aint trippin, I'm just missin You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean
You kept me haingin on a string why you make me cry I tried to give you everything but you just gave lies I aint trippin, I'm just missin You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean yeah" | |````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
"I'd love to, but I can't tonight," he explained as the look of disappointment began to spread itself across her face, "I thought I'd get a start on our semester writing project, it'll take me twice as long to do it as it will for you. I'm not a very good writer. It's not that I can't think of what I want to say, just that I can't ever express it on paper,"
"I understand, it's okay," she said kissing him on the cheek as he walked her to her locker
"Have you decided what you're doing your paper on yet?" he asked her innocently; having no idea how big of a question that actually was. She bit her lip and shook her head no. Its not that she WANTED to lie to him, but she didn't have much of a choice when it came to keeping a secret as big as the one her heart held.
"Not yet," she said, confirming her answer, "But you must have if you're starting tonight,"
"Yeah, I think I want to do it on my mother," he looked at her quickly to see if her face would show any sign of opinion, leaning one way or the other.
"I'm sure she'd love it," she replied and a smile spread across his face so quickly that she almost lost her train of thought,
"That's what I think too. And don't worry, tomorrow is Friday and I'm completely free after school," he winked at her and she smiled. "I'll see you later, okay?" he asked as the reached her locker.
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"Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do
I feel like such a fool there's nothin I can do
I'm such a fool for you
I can't take it what am I waiting for
My heart still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
It's true I'm stuck on you"
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"Okay," she said squeezing his hand once more before he left. Seconds later Grace showed up, banging her head forcefully against the locker next to Joan's. Joan shut her locker and exhaled,
"Something wrong, Grace?" she asked, pulling Grace's arm to get her away from the locker.
"Just about everything, that's all," she said waving her hands above her head, "your brother won't leave me alone, Girardi,"
"Come on Grace, give him a break. He LIKES you," she said smiling.
"Yeah, obviously," Grace responded, rolling her eyes.
"It's not like he's stalking you,"
"It's getting pretty close," she said looking around and behind her.
"You kissed him, what do you expect? It's just an innocent crush,"
"You say that now," she said, "but you have no idea. Anyway, its cool with me that you and Rove are a thing now, just don't . . . eat each other's faces in front of me okay?" her tone was back to normal.
Joan laughed, "Of course we won't," she promised, "and remember what I said about Luke," she'd barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Grace was already walking briskly down the hall. A few hundred feet away walked Luke.
"Hey," Joan yelled and he turned around. Joan shook her head, "you have to ease up," but all Luke did was wave her off and continue trailing Grace.
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"Now loves a broken record that's been skippin in my head
I keep singin yesterday why we gots to play these games we play
I aint trippin, I'm just missin
You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean yeah
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do I feel like such a fool"
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Rebecca walked up to Kevin's desk and tapped the stack of papers he was working on to get his attention. He looked up and smiled,
"Heavy into your work, I see," she smiled.
"Well, you know," he tried to sound suave.
"Yeah, I know," she laughed, "Listen, you know that essay you wrote the other day?"
"What about it?" he asked nervously, "you said it was okay, right?"
Rebecca smiled and pulled a chair up in front of his desk, "You have nothing to worry about, everyone loved it,"
"It was probably just a one time thing, I lucked out that's all,"
"I don't think so, Kevin. As your boss I'm going to have to recommend you look into making a career out of this,"
"Im so settled in though," he explained, "I love what I do right now," she rolled her eyes, "Can we talk about it at dinner tonight?"
"No," she said firmly.
"Oh, you don't want to go anymore, because I mean I . . ." he stuttered.
"No, I still want to go, I just don't want to discuss anything work related, that's all. It's personal, not business," He smiled and agreed.
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I can't take it what am I waiting for
My hearts still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin' of you
It's true I'm stuck on you
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do
I feel like such a fool there's nothin I can do
I'm such a fool for you
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"Adam Rove's grades are falling," Helen overhead an advisor telling Mr. Price. "It's not something that can be overlooked. I think we should get him in some sort of tutoring program, talk to his father,"
"A bunch of kids grades are falling, not just Rove's," Price said harshly.
"I'm just suggesting . . ."
"We'll address it as I see fit," Mr. Price said, walking away. The advisor felt defeated and walked into his office. Helen sighed. Adam wasn't just a student in the school she worked at, he was a family friend, and as far as she could tell, was more than a friend to her daughter recently. While she thought maybe it wasn't her business to get involved, she couldn't help it. Adam had gone through too much, she wasn't about to let him fall again.
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"I can't take it what am I waiting for
My hearts still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
I don't know what to do I'm stuck on you"
Chapter 5 uses "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico
Chapter 5: Stuck
"Excuse me?" Joan asked, moving her arm and knocking over her water bottle. Adam began soaking up the spilled water on their table. "You and Grace dated?"
He tossed the soaked napkins to the side and took her hand, "Only for a short while when we were younger,"
"Grace, as in Grace Polk?" she asked again, "and how much younger IS younger?" Adam laughed a little and smiled. Joan's eyes were filled with confusion, she hadn't ever thought about the two of them before.
"Yes, Grace as in Grace Polk. It was in middle school, a lot of people here don't remember or just don't know," he said taking a deep breath and looking at Joan cautiously again.
"Like me, right?" she asked sarcastically. Adam closed his eyes, and exhaled.
"Please don't feel bad, Jane," he requested and the tension in her eyes lifted, "It's not like it was a secret, it just never came up before,"
"Why'd you get so worried about me telling Grace then?"
"Like I said, Grace and I were . . . young. We never kissed," he reopened his eyes.
"You dated buy you never kissed?" Joan's voice sounded relieved.
"Yes. Ever since then, Grace and I have been friends. It just sort of ended one day. We were walking home from school together and she just dropped my hand. The next thing I knew she was insulting me and joking around with me like before we dated. We never really talked about it since then," he spoke quickly, "She's been closed off to everyone since then, though she says its not my fault,"
"Wow," was all the Joan could reply, "Adam, I,"
"It's fine, Joan," he interrupted her, "I always wondered though, was it the me not kissing her thing that broke us up?"
"I really couldn't tell you, you've known her a lot longer than I have,"
"It's not like it matters now though," he said kissing Joan's hand which still remained in his, "Grace hasn't dated anyone since. That's why kissing Luke was such a big deal," he explained as the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. They slid their chairs out from under the table and began walking down the hall,
"So you want to hang out after school or something?" Joan asked him. She was still nervous abut the whole inviting thing, since it hadn't been that long.
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"I can't get out of bed today or get you off my mind I just can't seem to find a way to leave the love behind I aint trippin, I'm just missin You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean
You kept me haingin on a string why you make me cry I tried to give you everything but you just gave lies I aint trippin, I'm just missin You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean yeah" | |````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
"I'd love to, but I can't tonight," he explained as the look of disappointment began to spread itself across her face, "I thought I'd get a start on our semester writing project, it'll take me twice as long to do it as it will for you. I'm not a very good writer. It's not that I can't think of what I want to say, just that I can't ever express it on paper,"
"I understand, it's okay," she said kissing him on the cheek as he walked her to her locker
"Have you decided what you're doing your paper on yet?" he asked her innocently; having no idea how big of a question that actually was. She bit her lip and shook her head no. Its not that she WANTED to lie to him, but she didn't have much of a choice when it came to keeping a secret as big as the one her heart held.
"Not yet," she said, confirming her answer, "But you must have if you're starting tonight,"
"Yeah, I think I want to do it on my mother," he looked at her quickly to see if her face would show any sign of opinion, leaning one way or the other.
"I'm sure she'd love it," she replied and a smile spread across his face so quickly that she almost lost her train of thought,
"That's what I think too. And don't worry, tomorrow is Friday and I'm completely free after school," he winked at her and she smiled. "I'll see you later, okay?" he asked as the reached her locker.
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"Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do
I feel like such a fool there's nothin I can do
I'm such a fool for you
I can't take it what am I waiting for
My heart still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
It's true I'm stuck on you"
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"Okay," she said squeezing his hand once more before he left. Seconds later Grace showed up, banging her head forcefully against the locker next to Joan's. Joan shut her locker and exhaled,
"Something wrong, Grace?" she asked, pulling Grace's arm to get her away from the locker.
"Just about everything, that's all," she said waving her hands above her head, "your brother won't leave me alone, Girardi,"
"Come on Grace, give him a break. He LIKES you," she said smiling.
"Yeah, obviously," Grace responded, rolling her eyes.
"It's not like he's stalking you,"
"It's getting pretty close," she said looking around and behind her.
"You kissed him, what do you expect? It's just an innocent crush,"
"You say that now," she said, "but you have no idea. Anyway, its cool with me that you and Rove are a thing now, just don't . . . eat each other's faces in front of me okay?" her tone was back to normal.
Joan laughed, "Of course we won't," she promised, "and remember what I said about Luke," she'd barely gotten the words out of her mouth when Grace was already walking briskly down the hall. A few hundred feet away walked Luke.
"Hey," Joan yelled and he turned around. Joan shook her head, "you have to ease up," but all Luke did was wave her off and continue trailing Grace.
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"Now loves a broken record that's been skippin in my head
I keep singin yesterday why we gots to play these games we play
I aint trippin, I'm just missin
You know what I'm saying, you know what I mean yeah
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do I feel like such a fool"
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Rebecca walked up to Kevin's desk and tapped the stack of papers he was working on to get his attention. He looked up and smiled,
"Heavy into your work, I see," she smiled.
"Well, you know," he tried to sound suave.
"Yeah, I know," she laughed, "Listen, you know that essay you wrote the other day?"
"What about it?" he asked nervously, "you said it was okay, right?"
Rebecca smiled and pulled a chair up in front of his desk, "You have nothing to worry about, everyone loved it,"
"It was probably just a one time thing, I lucked out that's all,"
"I don't think so, Kevin. As your boss I'm going to have to recommend you look into making a career out of this,"
"Im so settled in though," he explained, "I love what I do right now," she rolled her eyes, "Can we talk about it at dinner tonight?"
"No," she said firmly.
"Oh, you don't want to go anymore, because I mean I . . ." he stuttered.
"No, I still want to go, I just don't want to discuss anything work related, that's all. It's personal, not business," He smiled and agreed.
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I can't take it what am I waiting for
My hearts still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin' of you
It's true I'm stuck on you
Every now and then when I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you would call me on the telephone
Say you want me back but you never do
I feel like such a fool there's nothin I can do
I'm such a fool for you
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"Adam Rove's grades are falling," Helen overhead an advisor telling Mr. Price. "It's not something that can be overlooked. I think we should get him in some sort of tutoring program, talk to his father,"
"A bunch of kids grades are falling, not just Rove's," Price said harshly.
"I'm just suggesting . . ."
"We'll address it as I see fit," Mr. Price said, walking away. The advisor felt defeated and walked into his office. Helen sighed. Adam wasn't just a student in the school she worked at, he was a family friend, and as far as she could tell, was more than a friend to her daughter recently. While she thought maybe it wasn't her business to get involved, she couldn't help it. Adam had gone through too much, she wasn't about to let him fall again.
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"I can't take it what am I waiting for
My hearts still breakin I miss you even more
And I can't fake it the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
I hate you, but I love you I can't stop thinkin of you
I don't know what to do I'm stuck on you"