AUTHOR NOTE: sorry it takes me so long to write. Senior year as been a bastard. Please forgive me.

Rayanne Graf. Ray-Anne. Ray, a carefree name and Anne, a feminine name. Carefree and feminine but feminine in the, "I know I'm female and I can control you" way. It perfectly described Rayanne Graf. She has such confidence such…I don't know. She has everything and I don't.

"Earth to Angela…"The lit professor said intensely.

"Huh? What? Sorry, I was just um, like, ahh…What was the question?" I tried to recover.

"How would you interpret the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet?"

"Well, I think Juliet was saying that she cared so much for Romeo that she'd like give up everything just like to be with him."

"Good. Does anyone see it differently?"

I turned my head slightly to look at Jordan. His head was on his desk and his eyes were closed. Why am I so insecure?

I was leaning against the metal railings under the bleachers. I was picking the ridge of my finger nail when I started to see his feet coming at me. Jordan gently lifted my chin with ease and started kissing me abruptly. I could tell he just smoked but that didn't bother me.

"I'll see you after school," Jordan said when we finally stopped. I nodded and we went our separate ways. I to class and him…well, not to class. I walked through the doors and right into Rayanne.

"Geez Angelika, watch where you're going," she half slurred at me. I could smell the alcohol radiating off of her. I would've thought that she learned not to drink. Some people never change.

"So are you going to like band practice or something?" Ricky asked as we walked to my house.

"Oh. I don't know. I mean, like, I wasn't invited or anything."

"Oh. But do you have to be like, invited?"

"I don't know," I said lifting my shoulders up and down.

"Hey! Can we watch Pretty in Pink and eat cheetoh puffs until we turn orange?" Ricky excitedly asked.

"Of course! That is like seriously the best idea I've heard all day," I replied smiling.

Ricky and I walked into my house and we could smell that my dad was cooking something. He walked through the doors.

"Hey kiddo. Hey Ricky. How was school?" He asked wiping his hands on a dish towel.

"Great dad," I answered sarcastically.

"Well you never know something miraculous might have happened.

"Right," I said as Ricky and I took off our jackets and backpacks.

"We're going to watch Pretty in Pink. What are you making for dinner?" I asked hungrily.

"Roast beef and mashed potatoes."

Ricky smiled all excitedly. I put in the movie and didn't have a further thought about Jordan or Rayanne.

The doorbell rang a little after dinner was finished. My eyes widened when I saw who it was, I grinned. He looked kind of confused.

"How come you weren't at band practice?" Jordan quizzed me.

"Oh well, I didn't know if you like wanted me there or whatever," I tried to explain. He jerked his head toward his car. I looked behind me and saw Ricky egging me on. I shut the door and followed Jordan to his car.

"What were you doing? He asked when we finally got in the car.

"Ricky and I watched Pretty in Pink."

"You skipped band practice to watch a dumb movie with Ricky?" He was looking down.

"Ricky's my friend. His situation at home is not very good so I was just trying to help him out." I looked out the window.

"Well, like, Mines not either."

"Are you jealous?" I wondered out loud. This was the exact moment that I realized that I really don't know Jordan. If his situation at hoe is so bad, how come I didn't know?

"No, it's just, you're my girlfriend and I need you to," he said finally looking into my eyes. I kissed him immediately. "I just want to like be with you." I nodded and kept on kissing him. "Do you wanna like hang out tomorrow night? Tino knows of this party or something."

"Sure," I said reaching to get out of the car. It was so hard for me to talk to him. To ask him about his situation at home. The more time I spend with Jordan the more I realize I hardly know him at all.