Friday

"So can I go?" Richelle asked her mother the next morning.

"He said you can bring one of your brothers?"

"Yes,"

"So who are you going to bring?"

"I'll go," Arceneaux mumbled.

"That's kind of you,"

Richelle was about to say something when mother added, "That would be fine."

Richelle was hoping that Reynard would go with her. Why did Arceneaux all of a sudden become protective…not that he wasn't always protective of her.

The first thing she did when she got to school was to go to her locker. He hadn't done that for a while, and decided to do so that morning.

Jayson was standing by her locker.

"You're never up here," He commented.

"How zo you know where my locker iz?"

"Do you mind if I pick you up tomorrow around seven?"

"Not at all. What were you and my brozer talking about yezterday?"

"It was nothing,"

"Well he zaid zat I am not suppoze to talk to you,"

"You're not actually going to be doing that are you?" His voice had worry.

"I zon't know," was her answer.

"Oh…OK, I'll see you during second period," and he walked away.

Richelle felt really bad for him. There wasn't much that she thought she could do. She just got her things and walked to her first period. She wasn't expecting anything else, but during second period, she found Jayson staying away from her with a look of regret. They were doing long distance that day. If he didn't want her around, why didn't he just tell her?

Before the bell rang, Jason gave her a note,

"Do you still want to go on Saturday?

Jayson

She scribbled her answer and went to 3rd period. They were given a project that would be turned in a few weeks from then. The rest of the class time they just talked.

"Why is Arceneaux going?" Reynard asked.

"He told mom and she agreed."

"Fine," Reynard hissed and turned away.

Richelle looked down. She was only waiting for next period to end so she could go to lunch, but when she got there, she saw her spot taken by one of the other guys, and she decided she wasn't hungry. She walked over to the table and dropped the note on Jayson's lap and left the cafeteria to go to her locker.

"Richelle," Jayson called as he followed her. "Look I'm sorry for acting like that…and your seat… It's just that…"

"My Brozer cannot control me."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning around seven?"

She nodded and gave him her address.

"Are you still hungry?"

Richelle was, but she didn't say anything.

"I'll see you later then."

By the next period, she was starving. When she went to her locker to put her books away, she found some sandwiches in her locker. Only one name came to mind and confusion on how he knew her locker combination.

She put the sandwiches in her bag to eat later and walked to class.

A/N: ok so it's been about three weeks since I last updated and I couldn't figure out a name for the chapter, so I just put the word that I put on my note book "Friday" (because I pretty much wrote this on a Friday…). As you have already found out, Jayson is crazy about Richelle. Now I have this urge to change his characteristics because of SOME PEOPLE who think it's the oboe player in our band… but I hate to burst their bubble, but it isn't. I was just thinking of a random instrument and the first thing that came to my mind was "Oboe". For what I could have done, I could have made the instrument a bass , drums, or a trombone…any instrument that I haven't put in the story…probably should have done bass…no that wouldn't work out, because the bass player would think I was putting him in my story…and I don't want to get on my section leader's bad side by choosing drums… that would be the end of this story…and if I put trombone…ok the only other instrument that I could put in it is trombone…… but then that other freshmen would think.... maybe I should do a different type of string instrument…(Sorry if I'm annoying the heck out of anyone who's reading my argument with myself =) )