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I am not profiting at all from this story.
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- I'm sorry that you didn't get a shoutout last chapter! Something went wrong...again. Anywho, Snoddy not being able to tell his family adds drama. Everybody loves drama.
Erin Go Bragh- yeah, it would be sad...I hadn't really thought of what's going to happen.
Strawberri Shake- OK, you get two shoutouts since I missed. You. This one's for chapter 56. I love Smallville! Go Tom and Kristen ( who is Canadian...in fact, Smallville is filmed in Vancouver...) And Race is most always right...
(Monday)
Bumlets' PoV
I hate Spring. I used to think I liked Spring, but I hate her. She's turning my into a damn popular kid wannabe. She's dressing me, telling me how to walk, sit, eat stand, everything!
I don't know what happened. I don't know how I let her push me around like she did.
So I dumped her.
Of course, she insisted on making a big deal out of it in the middle of the hallway by yelling and crying and turning heads.
"You can't break up with me! You're just using me so I would buy you stuff and make you look good! That's it, isn't it?"
"You mean so you could make me another hypnotized clone?" I'd asked.
She didn't appear to understand and I didn't try to explain. I walked away. Behind me, a swarm of boys attempted to comfort her.
I'm not sure what's supposed to happen next. I did, however, ruffle my hair as soon as I'd turned the corner.
Racetrack's back home. He called me after school to tell me he could drive me to school tomorrow.
Apparently he'd been at his sister's, but as soon as he was about to explain, his dad yelled in the background for him to get off the phone.
In all my years of knowing Racetrack I've only met his father twice.
I wonder what the occasion was to tempt him home...
David's PoV
I can't help but still like Jack. Even after what he did to Sarah I still want to grab him and hold him and know he's mine.
I feel like such a fool, staring at him across the stage when no one is looking. He seems so coolly unaffected by my anger at him; he just flips his hair and paints another set. His arms are covered in splatterings of light blue and red and I can tell they've dried like that. All I really want to do is go over there and run my hands over his arms slowly, peeling off the dried remnants.
How can he do this to me? How can he hold me in such a spell that I forget all about what I think is right and replace it with what I want to think is right?
I want to hurt him, but at the same time I want to embrace him and tell him that I never hated him and I never loved him more.
It feels like my heart is exploding into a million pieces, like my ribcage couldn't expand to fit it anymore and just gave up.
Love is the best kind of suffering. You feel stifled, and know that the only way you'll ever feel free again is if he knows how you feel.
I feel so good, but I'm suffocating.
A/n: poor David, lusting over Jack like that. And Bumlets is right to wonder, I'd be curious as well...
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Strawberri Shake- I'm sorry that you didn't get a shoutout last chapter! Something went wrong...again. Anywho, Snoddy not being able to tell his family adds drama. Everybody loves drama.
Erin Go Bragh- yeah, it would be sad...I hadn't really thought of what's going to happen.
Strawberri Shake- OK, you get two shoutouts since I missed. You. This one's for chapter 56. I love Smallville! Go Tom and Kristen ( who is Canadian...in fact, Smallville is filmed in Vancouver...) And Race is most always right...
(Monday)
Bumlets' PoV
I hate Spring. I used to think I liked Spring, but I hate her. She's turning my into a damn popular kid wannabe. She's dressing me, telling me how to walk, sit, eat stand, everything!
I don't know what happened. I don't know how I let her push me around like she did.
So I dumped her.
Of course, she insisted on making a big deal out of it in the middle of the hallway by yelling and crying and turning heads.
"You can't break up with me! You're just using me so I would buy you stuff and make you look good! That's it, isn't it?"
"You mean so you could make me another hypnotized clone?" I'd asked.
She didn't appear to understand and I didn't try to explain. I walked away. Behind me, a swarm of boys attempted to comfort her.
I'm not sure what's supposed to happen next. I did, however, ruffle my hair as soon as I'd turned the corner.
Racetrack's back home. He called me after school to tell me he could drive me to school tomorrow.
Apparently he'd been at his sister's, but as soon as he was about to explain, his dad yelled in the background for him to get off the phone.
In all my years of knowing Racetrack I've only met his father twice.
I wonder what the occasion was to tempt him home...
David's PoV
I can't help but still like Jack. Even after what he did to Sarah I still want to grab him and hold him and know he's mine.
I feel like such a fool, staring at him across the stage when no one is looking. He seems so coolly unaffected by my anger at him; he just flips his hair and paints another set. His arms are covered in splatterings of light blue and red and I can tell they've dried like that. All I really want to do is go over there and run my hands over his arms slowly, peeling off the dried remnants.
How can he do this to me? How can he hold me in such a spell that I forget all about what I think is right and replace it with what I want to think is right?
I want to hurt him, but at the same time I want to embrace him and tell him that I never hated him and I never loved him more.
It feels like my heart is exploding into a million pieces, like my ribcage couldn't expand to fit it anymore and just gave up.
Love is the best kind of suffering. You feel stifled, and know that the only way you'll ever feel free again is if he knows how you feel.
I feel so good, but I'm suffocating.
A/n: poor David, lusting over Jack like that. And Bumlets is right to wonder, I'd be curious as well...