"So did you hear about Amy Abott?" Kayla came rushing up to Jesse, who was
grabbing some books from her locker.
"No," Jesse replied, "Since when do I really care what she does?"
"You won't believe it," Kayla ignored her response, "Amy took that date rape stuff, and then her new boyfriend OD-ed and had to be revived by her dad!"
"And your giddy because this guy could have died?" Jesse looked at her disgusted.
"No," Kayla shook her head violently, "I'm "giddy" because Amy deserves this."
"And you don't?" Jesse shot back defensively.
"What happened, I thought you hated Abbott!" Kayla followed Jesse who had began to walk away.
"We have our issues," Jesse answered, "But that's not your business."
"Whatever, drama queen," Kayla scoffed, "Like everyone is supposed to feel bad for you just because you tried to kill yourself after your s-."
"Shut your mouth, right now!" Jesse yelled, whirling around, "I didn't ask for your sympathy. Now I suggest you get out of my face before I put my fist in yours."
"God, calm down," Kayla laughed, "I thought we were friends Jess. What happened to that?"
"I got over the whole shallow cheerleader phase," Jesse explained, "Oh, and you were always such a slut, I just couldn't stand to look at you anymore."
"I have to say, you haven't lost your touch," Kayla smiled, "And you were way sluttier then me."
"Goodbye Kayla," Jesse sighed, practically sprinting away from her.
***
Jesse walked into the practically deserted girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor. No one ever used it because it had been branded the "nerd" bathroom, so Jesse knew she'd be safe from Kayla. Jesse sighed, as she hopped up on the bathroom counter, positioning herself so she could lean against the mirror. Just as she attempted to relax and possibly, fit in a nap during her free period, she heard the sound of sniffling coming from a stall.
"Hello?" Jesse asked aloud, hoping she was alone. There was no answer. Jesse slowly leaned over, and saw a pair of brown boots under the stall, "Look I know your in here."
"Can you just go?" The voice said, clearly strained from weaping. Even though it was slightly distorted, Jesse could instantly place the voice.
"Amy?" Jesse inquired.
"Huh?" Amy said from inside the stall.
"Do you want to come out of there?" Jesse asked, trying to sound welcoming. Even if she did hate Amy...no one deserved to be put through the rumor mill.
"Not really," Amy answered, her voice slightly cracked with a sob.
"Amy, it's me, Jess," Jesse tried. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Amy who had a tear streaked face. Amy stepped out of the stall, and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Want to talk?" Jesse questioned carefully, holding out some Kleenex to Amy. Amy reluctantly took it, and wiped her eyes and makeup off.
"I know you hate me," Amy blurted out, "So don't pretend to care."
"I don't hate you," Jesse sighed, "But you are partially right. I'm certainly not a fan of yours."
"Exactly," Amy nodded, "So let's both save the awkward conversation. You'll probably just tell everyone anyways."
"Fine Amy, if you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to pry it out," Jesse informed her, jumping off the counter, and continuing to the door.
"Wait," Amy called, just as Jesse was about to leave, "I do need someone to talk to."
"See?" Jesse smiled, "I know you better then you know yourself."
"So do you know why I'm sitting in the bathroom sobbing?" Amy asked as she attempted a teary smile.
"Yes, but that's because Kayla told me," Jesse answered, "And not to sound all "mature" or anything, but drugs, Amy? Since when is that your scene?"
"You don't understand," Amy replied, "You've never felt like I feel."
"And how's that?" Jesse asked.
"Like there's nothing left to live for," Amy responded, "Like there's no way out."
"Girl, your preaching to the choir," Jesse said seriously, "You think I attempted suicide because I thought it'd be fun?"
"I never thought about it," Amy replied, embarrassed.
"Yeah," Jesse nodded, "And you wonder why I don't like you anymore."
"I'm sorry you know," Amy finally said after moments of silence, "I was blinded by Colin. It was like having tunnel vision. I just didn't have the time or energy to focus on you."
"I understand that," Jesse answered, staring at the floor, "But that's no reason to abandon your best friend when she needs you most."
"I said I'm sorry," Amy repeated.
"You say that like it means something," Jesse laughed, "But really, your right. I don't feel sorry for you. Your still one of them, even if you don't twirl the pompoms and date the jocks. You'll never change."
"You know that isn't true!" Amy argued.
"Give it up Amy," Jesse sighed, "Like we established before, I know you."
A/N: Yes, short I know. But hey it's something! Thanks so much for all the wonderfull reviews!! I love you guys! And as always, 4 reviews= an update!!!!
"No," Jesse replied, "Since when do I really care what she does?"
"You won't believe it," Kayla ignored her response, "Amy took that date rape stuff, and then her new boyfriend OD-ed and had to be revived by her dad!"
"And your giddy because this guy could have died?" Jesse looked at her disgusted.
"No," Kayla shook her head violently, "I'm "giddy" because Amy deserves this."
"And you don't?" Jesse shot back defensively.
"What happened, I thought you hated Abbott!" Kayla followed Jesse who had began to walk away.
"We have our issues," Jesse answered, "But that's not your business."
"Whatever, drama queen," Kayla scoffed, "Like everyone is supposed to feel bad for you just because you tried to kill yourself after your s-."
"Shut your mouth, right now!" Jesse yelled, whirling around, "I didn't ask for your sympathy. Now I suggest you get out of my face before I put my fist in yours."
"God, calm down," Kayla laughed, "I thought we were friends Jess. What happened to that?"
"I got over the whole shallow cheerleader phase," Jesse explained, "Oh, and you were always such a slut, I just couldn't stand to look at you anymore."
"I have to say, you haven't lost your touch," Kayla smiled, "And you were way sluttier then me."
"Goodbye Kayla," Jesse sighed, practically sprinting away from her.
***
Jesse walked into the practically deserted girl's bathroom on the 3rd floor. No one ever used it because it had been branded the "nerd" bathroom, so Jesse knew she'd be safe from Kayla. Jesse sighed, as she hopped up on the bathroom counter, positioning herself so she could lean against the mirror. Just as she attempted to relax and possibly, fit in a nap during her free period, she heard the sound of sniffling coming from a stall.
"Hello?" Jesse asked aloud, hoping she was alone. There was no answer. Jesse slowly leaned over, and saw a pair of brown boots under the stall, "Look I know your in here."
"Can you just go?" The voice said, clearly strained from weaping. Even though it was slightly distorted, Jesse could instantly place the voice.
"Amy?" Jesse inquired.
"Huh?" Amy said from inside the stall.
"Do you want to come out of there?" Jesse asked, trying to sound welcoming. Even if she did hate Amy...no one deserved to be put through the rumor mill.
"Not really," Amy answered, her voice slightly cracked with a sob.
"Amy, it's me, Jess," Jesse tried. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Amy who had a tear streaked face. Amy stepped out of the stall, and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Want to talk?" Jesse questioned carefully, holding out some Kleenex to Amy. Amy reluctantly took it, and wiped her eyes and makeup off.
"I know you hate me," Amy blurted out, "So don't pretend to care."
"I don't hate you," Jesse sighed, "But you are partially right. I'm certainly not a fan of yours."
"Exactly," Amy nodded, "So let's both save the awkward conversation. You'll probably just tell everyone anyways."
"Fine Amy, if you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to pry it out," Jesse informed her, jumping off the counter, and continuing to the door.
"Wait," Amy called, just as Jesse was about to leave, "I do need someone to talk to."
"See?" Jesse smiled, "I know you better then you know yourself."
"So do you know why I'm sitting in the bathroom sobbing?" Amy asked as she attempted a teary smile.
"Yes, but that's because Kayla told me," Jesse answered, "And not to sound all "mature" or anything, but drugs, Amy? Since when is that your scene?"
"You don't understand," Amy replied, "You've never felt like I feel."
"And how's that?" Jesse asked.
"Like there's nothing left to live for," Amy responded, "Like there's no way out."
"Girl, your preaching to the choir," Jesse said seriously, "You think I attempted suicide because I thought it'd be fun?"
"I never thought about it," Amy replied, embarrassed.
"Yeah," Jesse nodded, "And you wonder why I don't like you anymore."
"I'm sorry you know," Amy finally said after moments of silence, "I was blinded by Colin. It was like having tunnel vision. I just didn't have the time or energy to focus on you."
"I understand that," Jesse answered, staring at the floor, "But that's no reason to abandon your best friend when she needs you most."
"I said I'm sorry," Amy repeated.
"You say that like it means something," Jesse laughed, "But really, your right. I don't feel sorry for you. Your still one of them, even if you don't twirl the pompoms and date the jocks. You'll never change."
"You know that isn't true!" Amy argued.
"Give it up Amy," Jesse sighed, "Like we established before, I know you."
A/N: Yes, short I know. But hey it's something! Thanks so much for all the wonderfull reviews!! I love you guys! And as always, 4 reviews= an update!!!!