Color me tickled pink )

Soo sorry for taking a long time to update. My computer mouse broke and so I had to go to the pet shop to buy a new one. Teehee. I hope this chapter appeals to you all. It won't be much...But whatever, maybe it'll help to understand my new characters more. Oh and an apology in advance. Sorry if I misspell anything or if my words are scattered. I can't think clearly and I have so much homework, but I really would like to continue this story. So keep the reviews coming. You knooow you luff meh!

The bright lights above his head made things seem lighter. The windows were open a crack to let in a fresh scent and a cool breeze. Sitting alone in the cafeteria was never appealing to Jamez. He enjoyed the company of others. But seeing as he didn't know anyone yet, he knew he would be alone for awhile. He watching observantly as students went to different lunch tables with their trays. He noticed that everyone had their own little group and that no one mingled beyond that. He could easily point out where the cheerleaders sat and where the jocks sat. He also pinpointed where the geeks and nerds sat, all alone in a corner table. But even they seemed to be having more fun then Jamez. They snorted milk out of their noses making lame jokes. Even if they were geeks...they still had each other.

Jamez looked down at his tray. Macaroni and cheese...That seemed held together by glue, a hard bagel and some fruit juice. Looking disgusted, he decided it would be best to dispose of this nasty cafeteria food. He watching in awe as his peers seemed to not notice the disgusting food. They just kept shoveling it in their mouths as if it were the best thing on earth. Holding back a gag, he turned his gaze towards the cheerleaders. He focused his intense grey eyes on Clair.

'Hmm...She's a hottie' he thought smugly.

Jamez then turned his attention towards Kate. She was sitting down and chatting up a storm with her friends. She didn't notice that Jamez was eyeing her hot pink thong that was visible above her jeans. Jamez smiled to himself.

'Well, I guess we know who the slut of the school is. I don't see why though...She isn't very attractive." Jamez surprised himself with this thought. He was always attracted to the slutty girls. But for some reason he was semi attracted to a girl named Lizzie. Remembering about Lizzie all of a sudden, he quickly looked around the cafeteria for her. No sign of her...

Jamez figured that she was probably outside on the lawn eating with that Spanish girl. Jamez had thought she was pretty too, but took quick notice in the way she looked at him...Like he were a bug that needed to be killed...Fast.

Pulling out his keys, Jamez wondered if his mom was home yet. The school day had ended quicker then expected. He didn't do much work, seeing as he was new and all. He was happy though. That Lizzie chick was in another one of his classes, Media studies. Jamez quietly opened the door and stepped inside his cold house. The wood floor was dirty with tracked in mud and dirt from the previous day. Which meant his mom hadn't bothered to clean today. He made his way towards the kitchen and his stomach flopped as he tried to smell if anything was cooking. The kitchen was empty and the stove was cold with no pots of food on it. Jamez sighed and pulled open the fridge. A head of a lettuce, Some cheese, peanut butter, and a half a carton of milk.

"Fucking useless" Jamez muttered to himself.

Jamez entered the living room and grew angry at the sight of it. Tissue paper was scattered everywhere and old pizza boxes still lay visible. Up on top of the big oak table in the middle of the room lay old magazines and about five empty vodka bottles. He turned his attention towards the couch and saw his mother sleeping soundly.

"Fuck...Mom wake up. Mom?" Jamez grew frustrated as his mother kept sleeping.

Giving up quickly, Jamez ran up the stairs to his room. Turning on his stereo, be blared his music loudly...Hoping to wake up his good for nothing mother in the process. Going into his closet, he rummaged around for a bit until he found what he was looking for. He held in his hand a small clear baggy with grass.

'The good shit'. He thought smiling to himself. He remembered the guy that sold this to him said it was the best grass in the world and that he grew it himself.

Pulling out some wraps from his drawer he began making a joint. When he was finished making two, he cracked his window open and lit one. He took a long drag on the joint, smelling the sweet smoke. He tried holding it in as long as he could...Savoring it. He knew you could get high quicker that way. Taking more long drags on the sweet smelling grass, he suddenly felt light headed and weightless. He laid back on his bed and continued getting high.

Lizzie pushed her key into the lock and pushed the door open. Her mom quickly greeted her and then went back to getting supper ready. Pushing past Matt who was sitting on the stairs putting on his shoes, she quickly ran up the steps and logged on to MSN. Nobody was really on yet, seeing as no one really went home right away after school...But she had nothing better to do. She was supposed to go to the Digital Bean after school with Miranda and them...But she didn't want to face her, or her stupid boyfriend. So she quickly ran home in fear of bumping into them. She knew that they were good friends and would probably wait for her before ordering. But whatever, Lizzie didn't care, they could wait as long as they wanted. She had no interest in being there. She decided to make an entry in her online journal. She had a real notebook that she kept entries in as well. But the online one was mostly for when she was too lazy to write. She thought about what to write...She decided to just write about how her day went.

Dear journal

Today was pretty normal I suppose. Except for the fact that this total hottie came into my class. He's new here and omg he's sooooo hot. He's in two of my classes...Photography and Media studies. Gosh I just can't wait until tomorrow to see him again! I really have to build up the nerve to talk to him. But he seems really easy to talk to. He's pretty quiet and doesn't have any friends yet. I'm hoping he'll become my friend...Then like who knows, maybe he'll become more. He looks like the total rebel. Like fuck is he ever sexy. He wears this awesome looking leather jacket. The thing I like most about him is his eyes. They are this intense grey that just pierces through my soul. I know this is just a crush and all, but I really feel like I'm falling for him. I mean I saw Kate flaunting her shit in front him and he didn't even seem to take notice! He just kept on walking like she didn't even matter. I like that about him. But it also worries me...I mean if Kate isn't hot enough for him, then who's to say that I'M even hot enough for him? I'm kinda hoping that looks don't matter much to him. I mean I know I'm pretty I guess...I look decent. I just hope he isn't expecting some beauty queen. It just feels like he's something new in my dull life. Something to excite me and make me live. I hate waking up every morning not wanting to go to school. But now that he's here, I feel so happy that I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow. I just hope everything works out for the better, and I seriously hope that he's my type. Miranda says that he isn't my type and that he's bad. Honestly journal, how the hell does she know that? She just saw his appearance and then immediately rights him off as a bad boy. God she made me so fucking angry today. She had no right to do that. But I think it's because she's jealous or whatever. She has no reason to be though...I mean she has Jason. I know this is totally wrong to think...but I'm starting to think that she just wants to be the only girl in our group with a boyfriend. I'm realizing now that maybe she wants me to be unhappy. But then again, what if I'm wrong? I've been Miranda's friend for so long, and to be honest...I don't want to lose her. Oh god what do I do? I wish someone could help me with these stupid problems. Maybe it's just best to not think about it. Oh and journal...In my last entry I mentioned that Gordo smelled like cigarettes. Well, I got my proof. I saw him smoking today at lunch time before he came to sit with me. Miranda was most likely off some where with Jason and I couldn't find Gordo. So I went looking for him and I saw him smoking in front of the school. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow. This isn't like him and I know he's probably just doing it to be cool and fit in. I never thought he'd be one to do that. He hasn't changed much, but his mood has been different ever since Tess dumped him last year. She was no good anyway. She's not even worth my time...All I know is that she broke his heart. I just hope I can help him quit this smoking business. It's no good. God listen to me, I sound like a goody good. Lol...I should really lighten up...Go with the flow more often. Maybe with this new guy I have a chance of doing that...Oh well, I won't know today...I'll have to wait until tomorrow at school. That's all I can type right now journal. My dinner is done. Ciao! I promise to write more tomorrow!