Color Me Beautiful
Author: Skittlz-n-comboz
Summary: Life has its ups and downs, and it all starts in High school…
Author's note: I've decided that there's gonna be a sequel to this story. But I'm not going to write it. My friend Carrie is…or at least she's supposed to. If not…I'll write it. What do you think? I got the story up quicker! Score one for me. ::curtsies::
Lyrics are from my band, so you can't steal them! ::sticks tongue out::
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"…But in the meantime,
I need something
To keep me occupied.
So color me beautiful,
Color me in between the lines"
"Captivated", by Crimson Glass
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Chapter 9
I waltzed into class, and Julie had already taken her perch on Jack's arm. She doesn't wait long does she? "Janet…what was French homework last night?" I asked, still looking at Jack and his arm's new growth. Janet didn't say anything so I turned to look at her, and she was locked in a rather heated discussion with Daniel's mouth. "Okay…never mind."
"Class! Class!" Let's get settled please…And Mr. Jackson, this is a learning environment, not a hotel." Mrs. Adams glared at Janet and Daniel, and they separated with guilty looks on their faces. "Okay. The assignment for today is to separate into groups, and come up with a type of government. It must have the following things: A President, the President's cabinet, a constitution, and a plan for the people living under your government. I've chosen your groups, so come check the sheet on my desk to see who your partners are."
Soon we were separated into groups to work on our class work, and I was grouped with Daniel, Janet, and one of Julie's goons. She kept giving me smug looks, like she knew something I didn't. Which, I thought was pretty funny, considering the fact that a diluted cup of chicken soup knew more than she did. Daniel and Janet weren't much for helping either; they just kept giving each other these looks. You know 'the look'…the one you give to the person you're going to marry. My mom used to give my dad that look. I don't have to tell you that it completely weirded me out. I mean, I'm all for the parents showing their love…but do the children need to see it? It's bad enough that we know how we got here. Any way…I digress. I kept glancing at Jack, but his attention was completely on Julie. I guess it's for the best…we had 'broken up', but that didn't quell the anger rising inside of me.
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"Hey Sam wait up!" Jack called to me, as I quickly made a beeline for my locker. He finally caught up with me as I was grabbing my books for my next class. "What's up with you?" he asked. I could tell he was slightly frustrated with my behavior as of late.
"Nothing." I said cagily.
"You know I'm only acting like I like Julie. It was your plan after all."
I slammed my locker in frustration. "Don't you think I know that? God! You don't have to look so cozy with her!" A few passing people were giving us odd looks, and Jack pulled me to a nearby classroom. I followed, albeit unwillingly.
"Listen Sam. I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. I really want to be able to walk down the hallway with you on my arm, but this plan is forcing me to pretend that Julie is the one I want. Trust me when I say that it's you I really want to be with." He stroked my cheek, and all of my previous anger slowly melted away.
"I know…and I'm sorry I've been such a witch. It's all my fault; I shouldn't be taking it out on you."
"Jack?" Julie called in a saccharine sweet voice as she walked into the deserted classroom.
We quickly broke apart, and I looked down at the floor, the blush rising up my neck and onto face. "Um…yeah. Mr. Whitlock wanted the worksheet by Tuesday…so I'll have it back to you by then. Thanks." Jack mumbled, running a nervous hand through his hair. Julie latched back onto Jack's arm, and gave me a challenging smile that clearly said 'he's mine now".
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My head dangled off the edge of my bed, as I stared at my ceiling, contemplating the Jack and Julie situation. The more I thought about it, the more irrational I became. I knew that it wasn't Jack's fault, yet for some strange reason, it was so easy for me to be angry at him. I growled in annoyance at where my thoughts were leading me. I flipped over, and climbed off of my bed. I moved over to my bookshelf, and sifted through the piles of CDs lying chaotically on the shelf. I found one that didn't have a label, so I shoved it into my stereo. The first guitar chords of the poppy rock song filtered through my room.
On a Monday I am
waiting
Tuesday I am fading
And By Wednesday I can't sleep
Then the phone rings I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
I see you've come to rescue me
Fall, with you I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath
I hope it lasts
Ohhhh
It seems like I can finally
Rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
I am moody, messy
I get restless and it's senseless
how you never seem to care
When I'm angry you listen
When you're happy it's a mission
And you won't stop till I'm there
Fall, sometimes I fall so fast
When I hit that far don't crash
You're all I have
Ohhhh
It seems like I can finally
Rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
How do you know?
Everything I'm about to say
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face
I hope it never goes away
Yeah
On a Monday I am waiting
and By Tuesday I am fading
Into your arms
So I can breathe
Ohhhh
It seems like I can finally
Rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhh
It's as if you know me better
Than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
Ohhhh
I love how you can tell
Ohhhh
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
The more I listened to the song, the more I realized that it was Julie I was truly mad at…not Jack. I nodded my head in determination, and cut the power to my CD player. Grabbing my shoes, I ran down the stairs, and out the front door. I know what I've got to do to make this right. I just hope Jack will understand.
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The song was "Pieces of Me", by Ashlee Simpson. That song is incredibly awesome. Please review. I wrote this chapter faster…so yay! I'm aiming for at least 100 reviews by the time I'm done with this story.
