Chapter 15
~*~ School ~*~
"Kendra." A voice behind me said. I turned around. "Your Kendra right?" This girl asked me. I wiped my eyes.
"Yeah why?" I asked her still drying my eyes.
"I'm one of Greg's friends, the names Ruthy. I've been asked to keep and eye out for you. That is until Greg comes back here." She said.
"Yeah right. Greg might be protective but he's not the protective. Who are you really?" I asked.
"I'm Ruthy. I work for M mag. I was wondering if I could talk with you. Go to school with you; hang out with you and your friends. Get to know you." She answered.
"Look how did you find me at school?" I asked walking over to the sink.
"I went up to the office. Why are we in a bathroom talking about this?"
"Because there is no other place to talk. And do you know how many popular girls would hang out with me if they knew who you were?"
"You say that as if it's something bad!" She said.
"It is bad. I don not what so ever wanna be labeled as a prep in school. Because with prep comes a bunch of other names, that I don't care to mention." I said. "It's hard enough walking around school with a diamond ring, and having everyone stare at you. Most of them don't even believe that you're engaged. Think about it. You're soon to be husband in New York finishing school, and people here don't believe you. Now I'm not one to care about what other people think, but just because I don't care doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me."
"Ok, ok. Clam down. If I get my daughter to follow you around will that be alright? Then nobody will know what's going on."
"How old is your daughter?"
"15."
"That would be fine." I said.
"Ok I'll talk to my boss about it and get back to you tonight. Is that ok?"
"Yes. That's fine." I answered.
"Ok. Then I'll talk to you sometime tonight."
"Ok. Hey, sorry if I seemed like a bitch. I just had to let that out and you opened the door. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah. That's ok. Just a little piece of advice for next time though, don't hold it in so long. Talk to someone about it. That's why you have friends." She said walking out of the bathroom.
"Thanx." I threw water on my face and wiped if off with a paper towel and went back to class.
"What was that for?" Jaimie asked me when I got back to Study.
"She's from M mag. She wants to follow me around and do an article on 'The life of Greg Raposo's fiancée'." I answered.
"So where is she? You didn't turn her down did you?" She asked.
"No, no, no." I told her everything. And she just looked at me.
"Kendra." A voice behind me said. I turned around. "Your Kendra right?" This girl asked me. I wiped my eyes.
"Yeah why?" I asked her still drying my eyes.
"I'm one of Greg's friends, the names Ruthy. I've been asked to keep and eye out for you. That is until Greg comes back here." She said.
"Yeah right. Greg might be protective but he's not the protective. Who are you really?" I asked.
"I'm Ruthy. I work for M mag. I was wondering if I could talk with you. Go to school with you; hang out with you and your friends. Get to know you." She answered.
"Look how did you find me at school?" I asked walking over to the sink.
"I went up to the office. Why are we in a bathroom talking about this?"
"Because there is no other place to talk. And do you know how many popular girls would hang out with me if they knew who you were?"
"You say that as if it's something bad!" She said.
"It is bad. I don not what so ever wanna be labeled as a prep in school. Because with prep comes a bunch of other names, that I don't care to mention." I said. "It's hard enough walking around school with a diamond ring, and having everyone stare at you. Most of them don't even believe that you're engaged. Think about it. You're soon to be husband in New York finishing school, and people here don't believe you. Now I'm not one to care about what other people think, but just because I don't care doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me."
"Ok, ok. Clam down. If I get my daughter to follow you around will that be alright? Then nobody will know what's going on."
"How old is your daughter?"
"15."
"That would be fine." I said.
"Ok I'll talk to my boss about it and get back to you tonight. Is that ok?"
"Yes. That's fine." I answered.
"Ok. Then I'll talk to you sometime tonight."
"Ok. Hey, sorry if I seemed like a bitch. I just had to let that out and you opened the door. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah. That's ok. Just a little piece of advice for next time though, don't hold it in so long. Talk to someone about it. That's why you have friends." She said walking out of the bathroom.
"Thanx." I threw water on my face and wiped if off with a paper towel and went back to class.
"What was that for?" Jaimie asked me when I got back to Study.
"She's from M mag. She wants to follow me around and do an article on 'The life of Greg Raposo's fiancée'." I answered.
"So where is she? You didn't turn her down did you?" She asked.
"No, no, no." I told her everything. And she just looked at me.