Somthing tells me in Summer's eyes that somthings wrong. And that day I asked her about it. It never went along that smooth. No way.
"Hey." I said sitting down in a chair across from her at lunch. Jesse was no where in sight. "How's it going?"
"Good." Her voice didn't sound that positive.
"Are you sure? You don't look that happy to me. Is everything ok with Jesse?" I asked. She tilted her head down so I couldn't see her face.
"Yeah Jones! Fine. Peachy!" She snapped taking a small sip of her Pepsi. "Why can't you just leave me alone? What are you my big brother?"
"Ok then fine Summer. See if I care. I only came over to see what was up with you! Because you didn't look that peachy." I got up and pushed the chair in, hard, shaking the table. Yelling at her didn't make it any better. "You know what? You can't blame a guy for caring." I walked away. She kept her head down. I got my books for after dinner and slammed the locker.
"Someone's mad." I heard Katie's voice. She came over and leaned against the locker next to mine. "Summer told me about how you tried talking to her. She said, I quote: I wish Freddy would stop being such a jerk and mind his own bisneuss." When I heard that somthing inside of me died.
"You know ever scince this Jesse Davids guy came along shes been acting so different. I never see her anymore or talk to her." I complained.
"You like her. That's why your so mad. You like Summer Hathaway." Katie said.
"I don't. I just worry about her and..."
"And cut the crap! I see you stare at her. But we all worry about Summer sometimes. She dosen't tell me about what's going on. So just drop it."
Sorry the chapters are so short, I have like nothing to write and it's driving me insane! So this story is like a mini one. It's probly gonna suck too.