Part 3 (Jenny POV)
Monday, June 1st
7:00 pm
Rural America
By late afternoon I had had enough of waiting. My bed was made and straightened, my clothes were put away, and I had showered. I doubted that the food the Greene's promised would arrive was going to reach me, or that it would be edible (if it did make its way to my door), so I lazed on my navy blue comforter, flicking aimlessly through the pages of a page while eating a few handfuls of Skittles. Soon it would be time for me to go meet Julian. I wondered what he would look like; I included a photograph with the short letter I was required to send him, but he had sent me nothing about himself. All I had received was a rather depressing report from the Right Path Program about his bad behavior and habits.
Washing away the rainbow candy dye from my hands, I looked in the mirror. What was a sixteen-year-old girl supposed to wear when she was going to meet the town bad boy to try and save him? I surveyed my clothes; nothing seemed right! Dark colors probably wouldn't be a good idea, since it was getting dim, and I felt like I couldn't be too casual. After all, I was meeting him for the first time, and I would be seeing him for the next couple of months. I had to make a wonderful impression—if he felt comfortable with me and yet knew that I was there to help him, maybe Julian would be easier to handle. Huh. I supposed that jeans were no good, as well as the long peasant skirts that Tom seemed to love so much (I mean, I love him, but I'm not Amish!). I sifted through a few of the ensembles that Audrey, the most fashion-conscious of my friends, had packed for me. "Just in case", she had argued with a wink.
It would be tough to argue that Audrey wasn't psychic. Lying innocently underneath a few fitted blouses was a simple shift, classy but comfortable, in white. Over the silky material was a sheer layer of silver, which outlined the bold white color beneath it. I slipped it on and kicked off my tennis shoes, replacing them with a pair of soft hoary slippers. I released my golden hair from my ponytail and shook it out, brushing it softly so as to keep the subtle curls and waves. I placed an infinitesimal shimmery barrette in my hair and went to look in the cracked mirror of the bathroom. For someone who was about to have the most difficult summer of her life with one of the most troubled people alive, I thought I looked pretty decent. With a smile I grabbed the map from my bed, as well as the key, though I doubted that anyone would even get close enough to the dormitory to steal anything. I locked up and then began to trudge in the direction that the map indicated: I couldn't be late to me him for the first time!
As I winded my way over large rocks and imposing logs, I wondered about this Julian. Would he even show up?
Thought 2 (Julian POV)
Monday, June 1st
7:45 pm
Rural America
I looked at my watch and groaned; she was late! Stupid girl... I was troublemaker, and yet I had arrived at our meeting spot before Jenny did. Had she gotten lost? Fireflies dusted the clearing with a smoldering light in the inky darkness as waited. I was dressed in a pair of black, tight-fitting jeans with a silver belt, and because it was summer I figured that I could get away with wearing only a dark vest. My unruly white hair fell over my forehead and covered the corner of my eyes, which were a shocking blue. I tipped my head back to look at the sky and waited. Where was she?
I heard a crash and some slight muttering, which caused me to turn around. A fairy had entered the meadowland with me. She had golden hair that contrasted with the shimmery silver dress she was wearing. I had to admit, she was slightly gorgeous. Was this Jenny? I shook head to clear my thoughts; she was just a toy, a plaything. I would get her to lie to the Right Path Program and be on my way for the rest of the summer. That was the only way this could work.
Part 4 (Jenny POV)
Monday, June 1st
7:45 pm
Rural America
I began to rush when I realized that it was after 7:30; I was late! My cheeks heated in humiliation as I stumbled through the forest. What would he think of me now? As I rushed towards the clearing, which I saw ahead of me on the trail, I stubbed my toe on a rock. Grumbling, I made my way into the sparse area and stopped immediately. Ahead of me was the handsomest boy that I had ever seen; I felt my heart stop. Dressed all in black and with a seemingly trademark smirk, he looked every bit the troublemaker that I imagined he would be. His full lips moved and I felt dizzy as a musical voice like water over rocks reached my ears.
"Jenny?" he asked softly, and I nodded. "Sorry Julian, I sort of got lost and that's why I'm late..." He shrugged, "Don't worry about it." I took in a deep breath. You have a boyfriend, Jenny, remember! "S-so", I stuttered, moving closer to where he stood, "tell me a little about yourself." He laughed slightly as he looked me, an almost... hungry? look in his eyes. "There's not much to tell. I am going to be spending the next few months without your meddling, and you are going to send the Right Path Program reports on how I am progressing wonderfully. You will not see me, you will not talk to me, and you will certainly not try to help me with my problems. I don't need your help," he sneered, and I took a step back, insulted. "But--" I started before he cut me off, "No, Jenny. I don't have any problems that you can fix. So just be on your way, and I'll see you in August when you depart for California." He flashed me a smile that made my blood run cold. "Have a nice summer."
He disappeared into the blackness as I sank onto the knees in the grass. That had gone horribly! What had I done to upset him? Did he really hate me that much? Tears began to leak from my green eyes as I lifted myself off of the grass and ran blindly in the direction of the trail.
A/N: Aww... Julian made Jenny cry! :( I am actually really getting into this story, but very few people seem to be interested.... What do you guys think about this fic? Reviews get a sneak peek at the next chapter!