Before I Leave
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, basically I typed up the entire chapter and then lost it, so had to completely re-type it. But, hopefully they will be steady now!
Disclaimer: I don't own Jinx. I do, however, own Lilly.
It was Thursday lunchtime. I was sat with Lilly, who was babbling about something or another, about a new hot guy in some British film. I couldn't care less, even if she was adamant that this guy was the next George Clooney. I nodded along to Lilly, absent-mindedly grabbing my bottle of water, turning the cap. Obviously, I was holding it too tight. The water exploded out of the bottle, spraying water all over me like there was a firework inside. Lilly was stunned into silence (a miracle, I tell you) as the room turned to stare at us.
"Lilly," I hissed, "Close your mouth". She quickly snapped her jaw shut, but not before the charming Charlie Southgale walked past, sneering at me as she went:
"Way to go, Jinx." I stared after her, watching as her brown head sashayed out the door. No one called me Jinx.
"Well, she's a bitch." Lilly said simply. This set me off, and soon we were both in absolute hysterics. Eventually, I calmed down, and gave myself a once over. My jeans were soaked and my tee-shirt was on the edge of being inappropriate (white+ water. Not good.).
"Uh, Lilly," I said. Lilly had stopped laughing, but a smile still sat on her lips.
"Do you have spare clothes I could borrow?" Lilly always had at least four outfits in school, but still, it took a moment for her to decide.
"Well, I have a skirt and a top, but they aren't particularly your taste." I didn't care, as I was becoming increasingly embarrassed due to the fact that my current clothing wasn't leaving much to the imagination.
"Fine, fine, fine." I said. "But can we please go now?" I said urgently.
"Sure, aren't you hungry?" Lilly was being surprisingly oblivious to the state into which I was gradually declining.
"No, Lil, I'm not hungry. Let's go!" I said.
"Okay! Okay! Jeesh, no need to get stressy." She said.
When I stepped out of the bathroom fifteen minutes, tugging at every hem I could find, Lilly applauded, but stopped as she took in the ensemble.
"Shit, Jay, you look hot!" She exclaimed, her eyes bulging. Lilly, being the fashion fanatic that she is, had handed over what she called a skirt. It was mid thigh, multi-layered grey taffeta with a tie belt. The top was slightly more to my taste, but still a mile off. It was a black, long sleeved and fitted me so tightly it felt like Lycra. It had buttons up the sleeves, which were a little too long for my arms. Along with my bomber jacket, the patterned tights and my converses, I looked like I belonged to the circus.
"Seriously, babe, you look really good." Lilly insisted.
"Look, can we please just go to class? I don't want to be late." I said.
"Sure," she said, already taking off down the hall to her locker. "See you later, hot stuff!"
A/N: Maybe it's not much of an incident, but it was came to a natural end. Please review!