Jade's POV:
My life is so over.
Marissa, my archenemy, posted nude baby pictures of me throughout the whole entire high school!
How did she even get those pictures?
Oh yeah, that's right. Marissa and I used to be best friends. We shared everything: pictures, clothes, and accessories. But then one day, everything changed.
It all started when a new guy came to our middle school last year. He was super cute, tall, and had gorgeous eyes. His name is Logan.
She wanted him, and so did I. She would always tell him bad things about me, thinking that he agreed with him. But little did she know, that he had moved in right down the street from me, and rode my bus.
So we started talking, and the we started hanging out, and then we started dating. Marissa was totally pissed off.
She told me I was the worst best friend ever, and then she convinced half the 9th grade student body to turn against me, and I didn't even do anything, except get my first boyfriend.
He was all right for a first. We haven't kissed yet, and I plan on keeping it that way. Kissing usually leads to something more, and I am NOT ready for that.
I was racing all around the school and tearing down all the posters Marissa had splattered over the walls.
As I raced through the halls, people were pointing at me and laughing.
Some people they all were. Where was Logan when I needed him?
"Jade! Jade wait up!" It was Logan's voice behind me. I turned around and glared at him.
"You were supposed to keep her from doing this. What happened?" I asked him, angry.
"I don't know! She told me she wasn't going to do it, but-"
"When Marissa says she's NOT going to do something, it normally means she WILL. I can't believe you fell for that stunt! She always lies!"
He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Jade, you need to calm down. Everyone has gone to class now. Let's just get a pass, and I'll help you get these things down."
I sighed as he dragged me to the main office to get a pass.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"No."
He sighed. "Jade, I'm trying to help you."
"Yeah, trying." I said, my voice flat.
"Let's go so we can hurry and get to class."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't feel to good."
"What do you mean?" he asked, stopping and standing in front of me.
"Do you feel sick to your stomach, or just dizzy?" he asked, placing the back of his hand on my forehead.
"Sick to my stomach. I need to go to the nurse."
"Yeah, it looks like you have a fever." He grabbed my hand again and turned in the other direction toward the nurse.
"If you end up going home, I'll finish getting all of the posters down for you. I don't know why you're so embarrassed though. These pictures are from when you were a toddler."
"So? People still make fun of pictures like that. And since a whole half of the 9th grade student body don't like me, it doesn't help my image."
"Well, I like you." He said, smiling at me.
I tried my best to smile back. "I know."
When we got to the nurse's office, Logan told the nurse that I was feeling sick. Then she called my mother, and my mother was now on her way to pick me up.
"Okay, well, I'm going to miss you today." Logan said, hugging me.
"Oh please, you live right down the street from me." I said, hugging him back.
"I know. I'll be over right after school. And I'll bring you your homework."
He was just too sweet. "Aw, thanks."
Logan was always really nice. Not just to me, but to people in general.
"Oh, and don't talk to Marissa. Just because I'm not here, doesn't mean you can talk to my enemy."
"What makes you think I'm going to talk to her?" He asked, irritated that I didn't trust him.
"Well, you always do." I said, raising an eyebrow. I wasn't playing around.
"Nice to know you don't trust me." He said, turning away from me.
"Oh shut up, you little baby." I wrapped my arms around him from behind.
He laughed, and then the nurse called me over and told me my mother was here.
I turned and waved goodbye to Logan, and he waved back, then turned around to go finish taking down all of those horrid posters.
"So when did you start feeling sick?" my mom asked, unlocking the car door.
"Just a few minutes ago." She nodded and we got into the car.
"You better not have called me just cause you don't feel like being here." She said, backing out of the parking lot.
"No, that's not why. I seriously didn't feel good. I felt like I was about to throw up."
She nodded and kept driving. "Well, I'm going to drop you off at home, and go back to work. Is that boyfriend of yours coming over after school?"
I nodded. "Yeah, he said he was going to come by."
"Alright. Just make sure nothing happens." She said.
"Only you would say that mom." I said, laughing.
When we pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car and walked up the front walk, and unlocked the front door so I could go inside.
Then I turned around, waved to my mom, and she backed out of the driveway, and sped down the road.
I just threw my bag onto the floor in the foyer, walked into the kitchen, and started raiding the refrigerator. I got some yogurt and sat down on the couch in the living room and turned to MTV.
I ate and watched reruns of Jersey Shore, and waited for school to be over so Logan would come over. But when 2:00 came around, and the bus stopped at our bus stop at down the street, Logan didn't get off the bus.
Then my phone buzzed. I had a new text message.
Sorry, can't come over. I'll give you your homework later on.
Well that was awkward. He's never cancelled on me without giving me a reason why.
I shrugged and walked back over to the couch and sat down.
I started to wonder what Logan could be doing that he wouldn't tell me about.