Christy hopped onto her bunk and fell asleep almost instantly.
Christy's mobile phone rang through her dreams early Sunday morning. She rolled over on her side to turn it off, when she noticed a new message from John.
'tag ur it hahahaa nah good morning'
Christy could hardly find this an adequate message, but couldn't help smiling.
The day wasn't much to look forward to, until the evening when John invited Christy outside in the courtyard. They found one of the only dry benches and sat down. It was a very blustery day, and the sky was a bright white. But Christy hated being locked inside all day, and accepted John's offer for her to go outside and help write some of his lyrics.
"Yo…yo, yo…something…argg I cant think right now," John sighed, throwing his pen on the paper.
Christy ran her hands through her red hair, which was blowing about.
"What do you rap about?"
His eyes flicked up to her face, and then scanned the paper as if waiting for it to write itself.
"Mainly…life…you know just random things. It just comes to me. I write about what im ready for. I don't follow rules you know…" He paused, in deep thought. "Just…whatever."
"Just whatever," she repeated, nodding. The sky was growing steadily darker. John had given up on his lyrics as they sat there in the gusty wind.
"Listen Christy…I need to tell you something. It's really killing me, so the best thing I can do is just say it…"
"What's up?"
"Even though we only met this year…I feel like, I don't know, like I've known you for years and…I just wanted to say that I really, really like-"
"Cena!"
Shelton was striding toward them, coming to rest beside Christy.
"Hey guys…Christy. What's up?"
"Shelton, real bad timing…" John sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Wha- Ohhh," Shelton said, with dawning comprehension. "Whoops sorry John, its just you know…anyway," he said in a loud voice, standing up. "Ill see you guys later," he said, walking off toward the school doors again.
"So what were you going to say?" Christy asked, trying to tame her hair, which was whipping her face.
John paused for a second, and rearranged his hat.
"Anyway," John continued, "I just wanted to tell you that…I really li-"
"Christy!" Joy was running down the steps, toward them. John gave an audible sigh, and put his head in his hands as if praying for tolerance.
"I told Lita bout what happened with me and Dave, and now she's looking for Stacy! I think she's going to do something to her! Come, you have to stop her…if she does, Stacy is going to come after me…please Christy…" Joy said desperately, tugging at Christy's jacket sleeve. Christy glanced at John, who gave her a little wave of the hand.
As she walked toward school, she started to feel bad for John. She knew what he was going to say, but would much rather hear it from his own mouth- not for evidence or verification that he really did like her, but for comfort from all the other things that were going on. But she had been taken away from that too now, striding up the first second of stairs, Joy leading the way.
Lita was standing outside their dorm door one arm around herself, the other texting on her phone.
"Lita," Joy said, stopping beside her, "you haven't done anything…have you? Do you know what will happen to me if you-"
"Relax," Lita breathed, still texting.
"Lita! How can I? If you do anything…it'll be me she comes for, right? She knows im not that type of person to fight back so…so she'll see a weakness…"
"Screw her. You are fine; I haven't even seen Stacy anyway."
"No, please don't…I know you will! Please…"
"Listen," Lita said, snapping her phone shut. "What Stacy did to you and Dave was low…even for her standards. Im not going to let her just walk all over you like that. Stacy aint gonna change-she's a bitch. It's what she does."
"I don't think I heard a single 'no' in any of that…"
"Well there's your answer," Lita finished. "And if she does try anything again, she'll have to answer to my fists." Lita mocked punching the air and laughed. Joy, on the other hand, couldn't see anything less funny.
"So…what did you want me for?" Christy asked.
But at that moment, Stacy and her group of friends came walking around the corner, from the fourth floor. With her were Randy and Hunter as well as Trish, Candace and several of her friends from the cheerleaders' squad. They were chatting and laughing loudly.
"Speak of the devil…" Lita murmured. She pocketed her phone, and stood there as calm as ever.
AUTHORS NOTE: omg sorry guys for not updating! its just now i have to write this story again, cause there was a virus on my comp and it wiped out everything...NOOOOOO and i wrote like 10 more chapters in it! ahhh im so sorry ill re write it asap...R and R plz
