A/N: I am so, so, so, so sorry it took me a millennia to update! I know it's a lame excuse, but I've been so busy with school and everything (transition from 7th to 8th grade is horrible) but you can have it, now! :D Also, since last chappie had a nice, smutty, little smutty smut smut, don't be fooled! When it happens outside of the dream realm, it will be much more descriptive (; This chapter is just retarded and immature, but I decided I needed some humor to balance out all the depressing shit.

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In case you didn't read my above author's note ('cause that shit's BORING!) I'm just warning you, this chapter is just idiotic –seriously – because I felt like making some lols. And as you may have noticed, I changed the title of this story. I just felt like it fit a bit better (and it sounds WAY cooler). Also, I'm cancelling "Trollop," due to unforeseen circumstances (I'm so sorry you guys) and, if you read Bloody Memories, I'm going to delete it and start rewriting when I have some time. Why, you might ask? Because my writing wasn't as good as it was for this one (I think) and I kind of messed it up for something I wanted to happen later in the story. Don't worry; I won't change much, I'll just tweak it a little (: And since Jonah wants to be in my story so badly…he shall. But he will be gay. Suck on that! And this is very important (probably). I'm going to be posting this story on FictionPress! Because, before, I didn't know it exsisted, and that it was made for posting stories like this – ones that aren't actual fanfiction. Ooh! AND I got a Twitter account, so message, follow me, whatever! Now be happy with this long-ass chapter since I made you all wait so long. Also, I'm eating a carrot while writing this :3

"You slut!" Maddie shouted.

"Shut up, it's not like it actually happened."

"Jamie, you can't feed us bullshit like that. Dreams are your subconscious telling you things; more specifically things that you want, so cut the crap," Shelby poked me.

"I don't care. I know that thing about dreams is true, but it's absolutely nothing. Just a dream induced by my currently out-of-whack sex drive, thanks to being a teenager," I stated firmly. Thank God I was finally thinking logically again.

I was already regretting telling my friends about my dream. I hadn't actually meant to say anything, but they could tell something was up, and forced it out of me.

I sighed internally. One of the downfalls of having best friends that know you so well.

"Bitch, please. Last night you wouldn't shut up about how much you wanted to fuck him," Maddie berated.

"And those fantasies involved his lip ring," Shelby added.

"Like I said before, everything I said last night was completely ludicrous, because of my current stage in aging; perhaps I should invest in a self-pleasuring device to sate my ever-rising avidity," I frowned.

"J, you're talking Smart Person, again. English." Maddie commanded.

"Fine. Everything I said last night was bullshit, because I'm a teenager, so maybe I should buy a vibrator so I don't have wet dreams from being horny!"

Her and Shelby's mouths each dropped into a little "o" at my choice of words. I usually put things more delicately, so when I didn't, it was rather shocking. Not that they didn't enjoy it.

"I think I love this new Jamie already," Shelby approved.

Maddie nodded.

"Wonderful. I don't want to talk about this anymore," I said irritably, beginning to walk towards the school.

"You better!"

I turned partially, flashing my infamous glare, and they quickly forgot their interest. I'd always thought it was funny that I could be the shortest girl in school – besides Maddie – and still have the ability to inflict fear with a single look. Well, I'd heard I was "fucking scarier than Death itself" when I was mad, especially when that anger was directed toward something. Pair that with the fact that everyone in school knew that if someone dared to wrong me, with something such as a rumor, I wouldn't rest until they were begging for mercy.

The fact that I was rather ruthless and sadistic when aggravated might not have been the best thing, considering my level of power, but I guess all those years of pent up anger and resentment would just come gushing to the surface whenever things like that happened. My past had made me hold no tolerance for things like that. I refuse to be the victim again. That was what I had said.

So when I was in a bad mood, people parted in the halls out of fear, not respect.

Which is what was currently happening.

Maddie and Shelby trailed behind me meekly, while I stormed down the hallway. I probably had an aura of flames and black around me from everyone's perspective, but at the time, I didn't care. Apparently, even Alec didn't dare approach us to harass Maddie like he usually did; most likely afraid she would use my current state to her advantage, and my wrath would be inflicted onto him as well. I heard people whispering about who I could be after now, but I didn't take much note. I simply went about my day, oblivious to almost everything in my irritability.

Until lunch.

I sat, glaring at the table in front of me, with my usual group surrounding me. Lucky for them, they knew to avoid me if I was in a bad mood. The reason I was irritated was kind of stupid, the way I saw it. It was partially towards myself, for having that dream in the first place, partially for my friends bothering me about it, and partially for Alex being so fucking hot all the time.

I internally groaned in despair. Why must I be so attracted to "emo" guys and lip rings? And why did he have to fit the quota perfectly and be gorgeous? I had to remind myself of my strife to get my hair exactly how I wanted it for the past few years in order to not reach up and yank it out by the roots.

And then I saw him.

He was walking rather leisurely, hands in his pockets, his head slightly downcast with an impassive expression, but the look was familiar to me as being one that didn't attract attention.

Unfortunately, it didn't make him any less attractive.

My mind quickly wandered off to various scenarios. I could just picture the way the light would reflect off his eyes, making them appear almost black, or turning them bright silver. Or the way his cheeks would flush against his pale skin, forming an elegant likeness to his lips, red, and somewhat swollen…

Oh, fuck my life! I thought to myself. Damn my vivid imagination!

I crossed my legs, something I never did, in a lame attempt to stop the slight aching in a certain area. Shelby took note of my action – along with my strained expression, and dilated pupils – before Maddie did, but neither wasted any time to drag me from the table, through the entire courtyard, and into the far bathroom with me pretty much kicking and screaming the whole way.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I growled.

"J, I know that look, so you better just get in that stall and do it," Maddie commanded.

"Do what?"

"You know." she looked at me as if it was obvious.

When I still didn't respond, she sighed, making a wiggling motion with her index finger.

"…Point at something?"

She let out a noise of aggravation. "No. Maybe this'll make more sense to you," she made her hand into a "C" shape, bringing it down in front of her thighs, and jerking it back and forth.

"Why didn't you just say 'masturbate?'" I asked.

"Because! That's just…weird."

"I'm amazed you of all people would be bothered by the word 'masturbate.'" I smirked.

"Whatever. Anyway, just go in there and get it done," she motioned to the stall nearest to us.

"What? Fuck no, I'm not doing that!" I shook my head rapidly.

"Yes you are. If you don't you're going to do something you'll really regret," she looked at me sternly.

"Like jumping on a certain black-haired boy," Shelby chided.

"I will not," I replied indignantly, jutting my chin out defiantly.

"Yes, you will. Hell, you'd probably drag him into the nearest closet on campus," Maddie placed a tiny hand on her hip.

"You think she'd take the time to do that?" Shelby scoffed. "She'd start trying to do him in the middle of the hallway."

"You guys are really supportive," I growled.

"Yep. Now go," Maddie pushed my lightly towards the stall.

"I never agreed to this!"

"We don't care. Shelby? Help?"

Shelby nodded, and they both cornered me, pushing me back into the stall while I attempted to escape.

"No!" I squeaked. "I refuse to be treated like an animal!"

"Too bad, you need to get in your cage," they snickered, shutting the door in my face.

"…You guys do realize these doors lock from the inside, right?"

"We know," they said.

"But we're in front of the door, so if you try to get out, we'll just put you back in," Maddie said nonchalantly.

"Fuck you guys," I hissed.

"You're welcome."

I stood, my arms around my shoulders, trying to think of a way to get out. Honestly, my only option was to climb under the stall and try to run, but that wouldn't work if they were in front of it. I could always try to slide under the one I was trapped in, into the one to its left and attempt to get out. It was probably my only shot, but my clothes were brand new, and I certainly wasn't going to ruin them on the floor of a bathroom.

I sighed.

It couldn't be…all…too horrible. Right? I thought, grimacing.

"Oh, and I'll know whether or not you're actually getting off in there," Maddie threatened.

"Really? And how would you know that?" I asked dryly.

I heard a muffled giggle. "I think we all know the answer to that one."

I rolled my eyes, wondering if I could fake it. Probably. I'd always been a good actress.

I shifted my skirt around a bit, thinking of how I would go about this. What if I…? No, that's just horrible; I'll feel like a pervert! I worried my lip between my teeth. Well, I guess if it's the only way…

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, attempting to hold back the feeling of pure corruption as my fantasies clouded my mind.

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"Dumbass, you're not supposed to freaking scream his name! The whole fucking school could've heard you!" Maddie hissed.

Shelby attempted to stifle her giggles.

We were currently walking back towards the cafeteria after my forced pervert session. I felt rather light-headed and weak now, with a red tinge most likely covering my face and neck. The feeling was bittersweet; I was extremely tired, but also assuaged.

I hadn't actually done anything; it had all been in my head, which proved I had an amazing – and absolutely terrifying – imagination. I'm not entirely sure how you can get off to a…thought…but somehow, I did it.

Unfortunately, because of my lapse in self-control, I hadn't been thinking clearly in the slightest, and ended up crying out, as Maddie was currently berating me for.

So, I basically just had a self-induced orgasm without even moving. Awesome, I thought. No, no, no, this is bad, not awesome! If I don't keep myself in line, I am going to do something I regret! I worried my lip between my teeth. Why does the world hate me?

I sighed. Well, technically, it was my fault, not the world's, but I'd always had a habit of deflecting blame from myself when things didn't make sense.

I heard Maddie huff. "Well, hopefully no one heard you just screaming your head off about a social…what's that word you use? It starts with a P."

"Pariah."

"Right! A social pariah that would reduce all of us to laughingstocks if anyone were to find out about your little fantasies. I can't deal with that!" Her eyes widened as she pointed dramatically to herself.

"Right. I'm sorry; I don't know why I developed a crush in the first place." I frowned. I'd always considered things like crushes bad. I'd always felt it was a sign of weakness, some piece of dirt someone could get on you to wreak havoc on your life. In my social position, I really shouldn't have had to worry about that, but I couldn't help it. It was as if my sole purpose in life was to worry; just do nothing but worry, worry, worry…

Maddie looked as if she wanted to agree, but her expression quickly turned remorseful. "Ugh. No, I'm being a bitch about all of this. You can't help who you like and blah, blah, blah, and it's not my place to complain about everything and stuff."

I smiled.

"Same here," Shelby grinned. "Everyone already thinks I'm a freak, so who cares, right?"

"No. I'm dragging you all through this field of thorns, and-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, J." Shelby held a hand in front of my face. "It's no one's fault. Okay? Now stop being emo again and just forget about it. Wanna know why? Because…"

She winked at Maddie, and they shared a smile, screeching out a song at the top of their lungs. "WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! ONCE WE KNOW THAT WE ARE, WE'RE ALL STARS, AND WE SEE THAT, WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER! AND IT SHOWS, WHEN WE STAND, HAND IN HAND, MAKE OUR DREAMS COME TRUUUUUUUUEEE!"

God, that song was horrible.

"Please, make it stop," I begged.

They did nothing but laugh at my pained expression, so that I had to join in, tears stinging my eyes.

"Better?"

"Better."

"Good! Now," Maddie said deviously, "I think J is going a little crazy for someone, and it's up to us to make sure that only the worst-case scenario can happen."

My eyes bulged. There was no way in hell.

"Ooh! What about telling him? That's a good idea, right?" Shelby bounced slightly.

"Of course."

I gritted my teeth silently, thinking of ways to murder them and get away with it. I was smart; I could probably find a way. "I'm telling you both right now that if you even think about doing so much as hinting at anything involving the two of us," I paused for dramatic effect, "when they go looking for your bodies, there won't be anything to find."

They fell silent, their faces expressionless as they wondered if I was serious or not. Apparently, they decided I was.

"Gotcha. Lips. Sealed."

The Evil Dictator wins again, I thought wryly.

I made a barely audible noise of approval, strutting back to the cafeteria with my head held high.

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"So, let me get this straight. You, 4.2 GPA student, need tutoring."

"4.3 as of now. And yes, I do. Though I do well enough in the subject, I would prefer grasping the full mechanics of it in order to perform exceptionally so that in the future, if I were to require knowledge of the subject once again, I would have easy access to it."

He looked skeptical. "You're taking Pre-Calculous. I hardly deem that being necessary in the future – or ever."

I rolled my eyes. "Just let me in for fuck's sake, I'm holding this damn heavy textbook that probably weighs more than I do, and it's starting to make my arm hurt."

His lip twitched downwards. "Right, sorry." He extended an arm to take it from me, and I complied, sighing in relief.

Until of course I noticed the way his muscles flexed from the strain of my book in his arm. It wasn't very slender or scrawny-looking, instead appearing very toned and…buff.

I screamed internally. It was nowhere near fair how the world had just thrown this guy in my direction, who basically fit my every damn criteria.

Hot. Check.

Smart. Check.

Funny. Check.

Sarcastic. Check.

All…muscle-y. Check.

Yep. The world hated me.

I averted my gaze, attempting to calm my haggard thoughts. "So, how did you know I was in Pre-Calc anyway?"

"We're in the same class," he answered wryly.

"Oh." I frowned. All that time, you'd think I would've noticed something like that. "Well, I have a horrible memory, so whatever." I waved a hand dismissively.

He scoffed. "Here," there was a loud thud as my book dropped onto a long, intricately carved table. "I can – what, tutor you? – here. It's the easiest place." Something about his words caused his eyes to creep towards me, then turn away quickly.

"Great," I beamed, "Okay, so a clothing store sells a shirt costing $30.00 for $74.00 and a jacket costing $66.00 for $149.60. If the markup policy of the store is assumed to be linear, write an equation that expresses retail price 'R' in terms of cost 'C.'" I frowned. "Ugh, this is boring. How about I ask you questions instead?"

He shook his head.

"Yes! I demand it!"

I noticed the slight curve of his lip as he tried to hide a smile, but he still shook his head.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?" I did my best to make my most adorable face.

"No."

"Fine," I huffed, turning away from him and pouting, like a child.

He ignored me, and continued fiddling with his phone as he'd secretly been doing for the past few minutes.

I stayed put, making irritated noises every once in a while to draw attention to myself, but there was still no response. I grit my teeth, finally turning around. I slipped his phone from his hands and dashed down that never-ending hall I remembered so well, and surprisingly, found his room on my first try.

I'd noticed he had chased after me, so I quickly shut the door and locked it, smiling manically.

"Jamie, are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"Hmm…I'd say not."

"Seriously? Just give me back my phone."

"No can do," I replied in a sing-song voice, "I'm not used to being ignored, and once that happens, I become childish, and once that happens, I become an idiot."

I heard him sigh.

"You have to promise to answer my questions!"

"No."

"Okay then. Hmm…Who can I call? Your mother? 'Hey Mom, can you pick me up a box of condoms, 'cause me and my girlfriend are totes gonna fuck tonight.'"

"Both my parents know there's no way in hell I'd have a girlfriend."

My brow furrowed. "…'Mom, I have a crush on Chad.'"

Silence.

"Move; I'm kicking the door down."

"Well, if you insist…"

"Jamie, just open the damn door, please." His voice sounded tired, and it made me melt just a little.

I reached a tentative hand out towards the knob, unlocking it and peaking through the small portion I opened. "Password?"

"Balls. Now open the door."

"I find it funny that was actually what I was thinking."

He smiled halfheartedly, brushing past me into the large room. I didn't realize how small I felt in it alone, but he made it seem much brighter for some reason.

I hadn't really noticed before, but it was nice, if not a bit cold looking. Nearly everything was gray, with lime green accents. Normally, I would've criticized it for its lack of color, but I liked it for some strange reason. It seemed like him; muted, cool, collected, but with the occasional pop of crazy.

"What do you want to know?" He sounded dejected.

"…Why do you seem sad, at the moment? Well, besides my display of ridiculousness prior, or was I really that bad? Am I really that bad? Oh no, it's all my fault, I'm such an idiot-"

"Jamie." He smirked. "Calm down. It's not your fault, okay?"

"…Okay." I frowned, I still wasn't convinced.

"Well, what do you want to ask?"

"Is green your favorite color?"

He looked as if he were about to ask me something along the lines of 'What the fuck are you talking about?' but I interrupted.

"Don't ask questions; you should expect things like this from me by now."

He gave me an exasperated look, which quickly morphed into a small smile. "Yeah, green and gray, if you couldn't tell from the décor."

"So I take it you're happy with your eyes," I joked.

He snorted. "Yeah, you could say that…" he drifted off cryptically, clearly neglecting to add some unspoken words.

I didn't comment on it.

"So…Seen any good porn lately?" I asked, half serious.

"What-?" He bit his lip. "You know, I'm not even going to ask."

"That means you're starting to understand how my conversations work."

"I'm curious…How do you talk like this without being labeled as a weirdo?"

"Oh, I don't. Only with my close friends…and…you…" I worried my lip between my teeth, frowning in a mix of anger and embarrassment. Great, J, you just made yourself sound like an obsessed fangirl. Wonderful.

He said nothing, as did his face, but I caught a glimpse of something in his eyes that said otherwise.

"Okay! Should I get to the stupid questions now?"

"Yes?"

"Good. Music of choice?" I asked, a sarcastic lilt to my voice as my eyes trailed over the Escape the Fate shirt covering the upper half of his body. Unfortunately. No! You can not think like that!

A wry smile stretched over his lips. "Screamo, Alternative, Rock, depressing shit; not really your type of music."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Not my type of music? Bitch. Please. What do you think I listen to, then?"

"Oh I don't know…Katy Perry, Never Shout Never…"

I frowned. "Actually, I prefer what you consider your type of music," I jutted my chin out, "So STFU."

His eyes widened at that.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just…didn't think you were the type."

"The type to do what? Listen to good music?"

"Sorry." He smiled apologetically, and it was just the cutest damn thing ever.

"Apology accepted. But I will admit I do like Never Shout Never," I mumbled.

And he laughed at me. Laughed.

"Shut up, they're a good band! I bet if you took the time to listen to them, you'd even like them."

"Sure."

I pursed my lips. This would only end how I wanted it. "Do you have a computer?"

"Um, yeah. Why?"

"Where is it?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Over there," he gestured toward the desk placed across the room, with a shiny, black laptop placed atop it. "Why?"

"Because," I shrugged.

I bounced over to it, sitting in the desk chair and turning it on.

"In a sitch like this you've gotta think, and I don't think you think about the way he thinks, but I know you live life for yourself…"

"Make that God-awful noise stop!"

"Shut up. It's a good song," I pouted.

"Yeah, if you like all that bullshit."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Alex, you know damn well – or you should – that if you bring up anything around me without an answer, I'll find out, no matter what."

"I'm aware."

"Then tell me!" I stamped my foot.

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought girls only did that on TV."

"Well, usually, but it depends-No! This is not about that! Tell me!" I pleaded.

"No."

There was no question about the fact that if daggers could shoot out of my eyes, Alex would be pinned to the wall right now.

"Okay." I responded after a bit.

"That's it? Judging from your usual disposition, I'd think you'd have more to say." I could tell by his expression he was teasing me, but he looked so good doing it.

I shrugged, forgetting the song on the computer that had ended quite a while ago, and sitting cross-legged on his bed beside him. "Here, now I'll talk."

"I'm not sure if I should be happy, or scared."

I laughed, smacking his arm lightly, causing him to smile. "Be afraid. Now. Hmm…" I trailed off, thinking of questions I could ask.

Alex actually looked interested – if only mildly – rather than as though expecting a slow death.

I smiled. "Now. Don't say I didn't warn you. I have no problem asking anything. Anything."

"I'm prepared."

"Good." I smiled manically. "What-"

"One condition first," he interrupted, smiling playfully.

"Yes?"

"For every question you ask, I get to ask one."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"'Because' is not a valid response."

"Sure it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Jamie…" he angled his head down, while still looking at me through his dark hair, making the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. I thought only I could pull that off! I thought. I think my heart just exploded out of cuteness…

"…Because…that's…not how it works." I refuse to be swayed by my ridiculous sex drive…

"Why not?" He practically whimpered the words, but they somehow still sounded so…masculine. I refuse to be swayed…

"Because I'm used to power, and I don't feel like sharing it," I pouted, angling my head slightly away from him.

He chuckled.

"I don't care. I want answers, too."

I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, "…Fine."

"Well, you already asked me one…"

"You know what? Fine. Ask away."

"Favorite color?" He smiled.

"How original. Well, I like all the colors, so I'd say rainbow, but I'm more drawn to purple; yeah, so purple."

"I'd picture more of a…pink or…yellow."

"Why; are they more happy-like?"

"Well…yeah."

"I will not rest until you don't assume things about me," I vowed.

"I don't doubt that."

"Okay, my turn! Um…" I searched his face, looking for inspiration. Then my eyes touched on his lips, "If you could get another piercing, what would it be?"

His response was instantaneous. "Dick piercing."

I was silent. Until I couldn't help the laughter bursting from my lips. "Seriously? Please tell me you're joking!"

"I am."

"…Was that a lie?"

"No. Uh, I'd say another lip piercing," he shrugged.

"Opposite side?"

He nodded.

"Wait," I held a hand out, "We need to ask more interesting questions."

"Yeah, I guess…"

"Yes."

"Um…" He looked at me.

"As if I know. Mm…craziest sexual fantasy?"

"I'm not answering that."

"I didn't expect you to," I smiled. "Ooh! I know!"

"What?"

"Well, I know you're not going to ask any interesting questions without some sort of motive, therefore, we can have a contest on the most risqué," I smiled devilishly.

"No. No, no, and no again."

"Why?"

"Because that's just…ridiculous."

"It is not. Now stop being so boring," I frowned.

"Fine. But what does the…'winner' get or whatever?"

"It's more like what they don't get," my smile grew just that much more evil, "Whoever loses has to buy something rather embarrassing."

He was silent.

"Like…You should buy…a Justin Beiber biography!" I giggled.

"Fine, then you have to buy a vibrator."

My expression probably looked something like :O

"You're on," my eyes narrowed, with a smirk playing across my lips.

"Good," his expression mirrored mine.

"And we'll know who wins when the person who is asked the question has problems responding honestly."

"Fine by me. First kiss?"

"Mike Anderson. Oh come on, that's not bad at all! Favorite porn site?"

"YouPorn. Ever masturbated?"

"Yes." I rose an eyebrow. "Ever wanted someone to give you head?"

"…Yes. Ever given someone head?"

"No. Ever rubbed one out while thinking about someone?"

He was silent.

"Well?"

He said nothing, but angled his head away from me so that his hair mostly obscured the scarlet color of his face.

"Hmm, looks like I win," I sang proudly. "Oh, and we're going to that bookstore now."

He sighed, "Fine."

"Good to see you're so ecstatic about that," I said sarcastically. "C'mon." I latched onto his wrist, pulling him up and dragging him out of the house.

"My car this time. I think I want people to assume I kidnapped you," I smiled.

"Whatever, but don't be shocked when everyone's asking you about it," he mocked me.

"Why? That would be interesting."

He just shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself as I drove off to the nearest Barnes & Noble.

When we got there, I briefed him on the fact that I would not be going in with him, and that, if asked by anyone, he would be under obligation to say he was buying the book for himself. The object in question also had to be prominently in view. I was to stand nearby, watching everything happen, and feel free to laugh.

Which is what happened.

He tried to hide his pained expression, which he mostly did, but I couldn't help but feel bad just a bit – only a bit; I was still a mean person after all.

He received many odd looks on his way to the register, which made my smile grow larger with each one. The girl working the register was young, probably our age, and her eyes lit up when she saw the book – another crazy fangirl – but the look faded when she saw the person holding it, and it quickly morphed to confusion. I giggled.

"Um, is this for your sister?" she asked skeptically.

The moment I'd been waiting for!

"Um…no…"

"Girlfriend?"

"No…"

"…Then who?"

There was a long pause. "…Me," he mumbled quietly.

I couldn't help the uncontrollable laughter emitting from my mouth. I just found the situation too damn funny.

"Okay…" the girl gave him one, last odd look before scanning it and handing it back to him while he paid her.

He took the book unhappily, walking towards the doors I quickly made my way over to, as well.

"I'm sorry, but that was hilarious."

"Whatever, you're going to hell."

"Oh, I already know, I just figure I might as well make the best of it before that happens." I smiled innocently up at him.

"Whatever you say, midget." He mocked me, reaching a hand down to pat the top of my head.

"Hey, don't mess up my hair. And I can't help it I'm short!"

"Yeah, you're just 'fun size,' right?" he asked sarcastically.

"Right!"

"Sure. But I'm just saying, I've met 13 year-olds taller than you."

"It's not my fault they're freaks. You're a freak. You're freakishly tall!"

"Not really freakishly tall, but yeah, I guess I'm tall."

"Hell yes, you're tall. How tall are you by the way?" I asked, my interest in knowledge flaring up again.

"Taller than you," he smirked.

"I meant in measurements," I uttered between my teeth.

"I think I'm about 5'10''or 11."

I was expressionless.

"I'm only 5'4''…"

"Exactly," he smiled down at me.

"Well, I'm a girl, I'm not supposed to be 6 feet tall!"

"Yeah. Well, your height suits you. For some reason, I think you'd look strange if you were tall."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Jamie!"

I whirled around at the sound of my name. Considering we were in a public place, it could be anyone.

"Hey! Over here!"

My gaze focused on a quickly waving arm to my right. Oh no. It was Natalie.

Natalie was the school's biggest gossip. She knew anything and everything about everyone, and never hesitated to share her findings.

Want to know whose party you should go to this weekend? Ask Natalie.

Want to know who got drunk and hooked up with their best friend's crush? Ask Natalie.

Want to know if anyone's been talking about you? Ask Natalie.

And the fact that she was here, right now, was far from a good thing.

"Hey, Natalie," I did my best to smile; it was too late to pretend I hadn't seen her.

"Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in like, forever!" She squealed, hugging me tightly.

"True. Your hair looks so nice. How do you get it to cooperate?" I asked, stroking a section of her cinnamon-colored locks.

"Oh, this? I don't know, it's just naturally like that," she bragged.

I attempted to shoo Alex from sight while she was distracted by the compliment. He understood what I meant after a minute, and began slinking away.

"Well, I for one, am jealous."

"No, your hair's pretty too, your curls always look so natural."

"Thanks."

"Oh. And who is this?"

Fuck.

"Who?"

"Him." She gestured to Alex's retreating figure.

"…Oh…um…a friend…"

"Well, a friend of Jamie Miller's is a friend of the entire student body." She smiled. "Hi, I'm Natalie. And you are…?"

"…Alex."

"Okay, well, aren't you going to turn around? It's much easier to talk to people that way."

He turned slowly, facing her rather reluctantly.

I saw the recognition dawn in her eyes. "…Uh…hi…" She gave me a look that clearly screamed "What the hell?"

"…Natalie, this is Alex…" I tried my best to seem casual.

He made no attempt at conversation.

"Um…Well, I gotta go," Natalie gave me a halfhearted wave as she walked away.

"Well, now we know what the whole school's going to be talking about tomorrow."

"…Yeah. I'm sorry."

"For what? Forcing your presence on me?" I giggled.

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."

"Oh come on! I've told you I don't know how many times I don't give a crap about people seeing us together. I mean, we are friends, right?"

"If that's what you consider us, yes."

"I'm not the only one who calls the shots here. You do know that, right?"

"Yeah. I'm just not used to people wanting to be friends with me."

"Well, I do," I beamed, "So get used to it."

He smiled after a minute. "I have a feeling you're not the type of person I can get used to."

"I have a feeling I'm not."

"Then we can agree on something for a change."

"Good."

"Good."

A/N: I know, that was kind of a weird ending, but I'm just not in a happy mood right now, and the chapter just seemed to be dragging on so…yeah. Again, I am so, so sorry for cancelling "Trollop" it's just, my personal life is going through a bit of a rough patch right now. Thank you for waiting so long for this stupid chapter, I would have posted it right when it was finished, but my internet is down right now. Again, I'm sorry, and just…thanks.