Under My Skin

Chapter 4

A/N: Okay, DanaWannabe101 :) , if you want emotions onto my story, then you've got it.

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I fiddled with my skirt as I walked down campus, receiving strange comments. Stupid comments. Meaningless, stupid useless comments. This is the first time I've worn a skirt besides for weddings, funerals, or any other special occasion, so I'm not so used to having a mini skirt on so low. I tugged at the skirt until I groaned in frustration, and stopped walking. I saw something walk up to me and get in my way. I looked up and saw Chase and Michael, with smiles on their face.

"Hello." Chase shyly said, waving. OH, darn! Chase knows my voice! I waved sheepishly and turned around to leave.

"What's your name?!" Michael shouted. I turned around slowly.

"Um... Jess." I said, changing my voice into a thickly accented tone. "Good day, and uh, good night." I ran off. What if Michael and Chase tell Logan about me? I HATE THIS. I got another mean comment from that witch Nicole and Zoey love. Oh, alright! I'm gonna complain and yell right now, aren't I?

"Excuse me, don't say that please." I said, being "nice" or nicer than I should've been.

"Whatcha gonna do if I don't, Dana wanna-be?" one girl said, smiling with her friends. Hey! There's that girl Zoey and Nicole likes!

"Wh-... what're you talking about?" I quickly snapped, afraid of the attention this'll bring. The girl scoffed along with her friends.

"Don't play stupid, girl. Your hair, your clothes, your act." one of that girl's friends added. I better go. They're getting close to the truth. I turned around, and began to walk.

"Oh no, she can't act like Dana anymore. Dana would never leave from a fight. Dana is brave. Dana is outgoing. Dana was our friend." one girl sarcastically said. Oh, wait'll they get a hold of this. I'm Dana Cruz. So they're yelling at me for being me? Before I knew it, my mind made me go back to the girls. My mouth began slipping out words. Words I shouldn't have said.

"Wanna fight?" I accidently said. The girl Zoey hangs out with smiled, and crossed her arms.

"Gladly." she finally said. "What's your name?" My expression dropped.

"Lily. Summers." I said through gritted teeth. That girl scoffed.

"Okay, "LILY". My name's Lola." appearently "Lola" said. Oh, this girl doesn't know the meaning of Dana Cruz, does she?

"When ya' wanna fight?" Lola asked, with a mean expression. I put my hands on my hips.

"What about later, "LOLA"?" I hissed as if the word 'Lola' was being sewed to my tounge.

"What about now?" Lola asked, steering her head in a slight tilt. I smiled, playfully and rolled my eyes.

"I can clearly see you're not ready." I scoffed, and walked on my journey back to room 207.

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"ANGELA, OPEN UP!" I said, slamming my fist onto the door. Lizzie opened the door, and sighed.

"Forget your key again, Dana?" Lizzie asked, while drying her hair hair with a towel.

"Where's Ang?" I asked, coming inside, and looking around.

"Outside somewhere playing basketball with some other girls from room... 100. Something like that." Lizzie said, now brushing her hair. I gasped.

"Room 101?" I quickly asked, with my mouth dry as a desert. Lizzie nodded.

"Zoey, Nickels and Bowler or something like that." Lizzie added. I rolled my eyes.

"You mean Zoey, Nicole and Lola?" I asked, while smiling. Lizzie blushed with embarrasement.

"You and your large head." Lizzie joked, with a giggle.

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A/N: Done. New chapter later.