Author's Note

Well, I'm back! lol And with another chapter! I actually wrote three while on my trip. I've only got around to typing up this one though. I'll have to work on the rest later. I have a 885 word book report to type up tonight. Good luck to me?...

This chapter, I must confess, might not be THAT interesting, but it's leading up to way more. Promise.

Before I end this, I have to say...Jude and Spiederman! Didn't see that one coming! lol (I actually did) There adorable. I'm still leaning towards Jude/Tommy but until then, it'll be fun to see Tommy squirm while watching her with Speed. I'm a little sad though that there won't be any new episode till April 7. It's worth the wait though if we get to see TWO new episodes! Counting down the days...

Ok, I'm done. You can read the chapter now.

Remind me to never take any type of drug ever again. It results in very, very, very bad stuff coming out of my mouth. I'm disgusted with myself right now. No idea why! Actually, that was lie. I know why I'm disgusted with myself. It's because I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot who can't keep her mouth shut. That's why I stayed in my room for the rest of the weekend and hid from the world. Not even a pint of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream and a good comedy could cure the humiliation and misery. And that's really saying something.

I guess my mom took pity on me and sent in reinforcements. But why did she have to send Jaime? I love him to pieces and Kat to but to much Jamers time is just to much. All day Sunday and all day Monday at school.

"Feeling up to a little play practice after school?" he asked me as we made our way down the hall Tuesday morning.

Funny story. Jaime tried out for the school play...and actually got a part! I know, I'm floored to. It's almost as entertaining watching his play practices as it is thinking about Tom and him squeeling through G-major, suspecting I'm crazy. He was so excited when he got a part and ever since then I've gone to every single practice. Every one. Sitting there for hours watching poorly written scripts being portrayed by actors that are poorly lacking in the skills department.

"Ah, one of your little secrets" I mocked.

He stopped in the hall and put on what he calls his "Gladitor" face. "Me? Secrets? Never!" he over exaggerated.

I admit, he is crazy (like me) but he does have the uncanny ability to make me laugh at the worst of times. I guess that's why we fit together. But never romantically! We tried that last year and it was so wrong. In more than one way. It's so remarkable how he thinks he doesn't have any secrets. That's why I took it upon myself to state the obvious.

"Jaime, you peed the bed till you were nine" I laughed.

Here comes the serious face. "I had an over-active bladder Jude. Fifty percent of the Earth's population has one!" he exclaimed sternly. Like he was expecting me not to laugh?

"So that means the other fifty percent pee in a toilet like us normal people?" I asked.

There are so many more secrets about Jaime Andrews that I could spill right here in the hallway. For starters, he still sleeps with his stuffed elephant, Toby, he has a secret Shakira shrine, he sucked his thumb for about four years, and another good one is that he loves dancing. Like tap/jazz dancing.

"I guess..." he replied uncomforably.

"Good..." I said, "Because I pee in a toilet."

We took off down that hall. I probably shouldn't have said that because I'm now running to avoid getting attacked by Jaime and will probably fall on my face, be late to class, or get caught and have to face the "Wrath of Jaime!"

I hate running. Theres another little known fact about me. And you'll hear many more later. From about the fifth grade to now is when I started slacking in the athletic area. I'm surprised I'm still fit with all the junk I eat and the exercise I don't get. Blame it on fast metabolism.

It shouldn't be any surprise that I ran into something so hard I fell to the ground and made the classic "Oof!" noise. Havn't I had enough embaressment? Don't look up. Don't look up. That's one solution...

"You okay?" the person asked, offering a hand.

Great! It's a person I ran into! Even better.

"Yeah, thanks" I said. I grabbed the hand and pulled myself up.

I've never realized how gross and dirty our school floors are. I was covered in dust, stuff off of peoples shoes, and other unmentionables. It's incredible how bad our school sytems janitorial staff is. I mean if they can't manage to keep the school hallways, classrooms, and bathrooms sanitary then just imagine how they keep there homes. I probably shouldn't be dissing them because my own dad was a custodian back in the day. Of course, I was to young to remember. Thank god.

"Pretty hard fall?" the person questioned.

I was furiously wiping the gunk off my clothes and probably looked like a sanitation freak but I really don't care. I finally looked up.

Ok, I not only ran into someone, but a really hot really cute someone. My luck is starting to get better. Unless he has a girlfriend or is gay. Please don't let any of those be a possibility! I should answer him. I decided to take in his appearance instead.

He was tall, obviously. He had brown semi shaggy beach type guy hair, green eyes (even though I avoided eye contact), and was fairly tan. Another plus, he was very...buff. Yeah, that's the word. A girl could fall in love.

His clothes were normal. Jeans and a shirt. Pretty casual, right?

"Hello?" he waved a hand in front of my face.

Snapping out of my trance about now.

"Um...uh...yeah. It was pretty hard" I replied after a delayed pause.

That sounded really wrong. Not that I'm a sick minded person or anything. But doesn't "Yeah, it was pretty hard" sound a bit...I don't know the word! It was just very awkward.

"I'm Dylan" he said.

"I'm Jude" I said.

He smiled. A very cute smile. "See ya around, Jude" he replied then walked off.

I just noticed that I'm the only one in the hallway. Crap! I'm late! Late people get detention. That's the last thing I need right now.

Detention in my school is torture. People get mugged in the detention room. It's like this wierd oblivion of strange people where you're imprisoned for three hours. You can't even go to the bathroom! Jaime better not get detention then huh. Poor Jaime.

This time I'm not going to run. Hell, I'm not even going to speed walk! Nice-n-Easy is how I'm planning on living out my life from now on.

I made it to about four feet from the door when my cell rang. Everyone knows it's Tuesday! Everyone who knows me knows that I'm at school on Tuesdays. I'm at school five out of the seven days of the week. Which when put in theory, school takes up most of my young life. What's the world coming to? But then theres the holidays we get off and spring break so if you count all that in there then, wait! Maybe I should answer my phone.

I got it up to my ear and realized that I should have checked the caller i.d. Theres some people I don't want to talk to right now. Or explain anything to if you know what I mean.

So, I remained silent. Standing in the empty hallway, with my phone up to my ear, not talking into it. And wouldn't ya know, it turned out to be the last person I wanted to talk to at the moment and the first on my list of "People To Avoid".

"Jude, I know you're there. Talk..." Tommy said.