A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack :D :D :D hallo all :D :D :D lol, hope you guys missed me and this story, so I'm going to cut this short (sorta like this chapter...) and just let you go onto the chappie :D
Disclaimer: okay okay...i admit it... i'm stephenie meyer. i just didnt want anyone to know this was my fanfiction account because then i would have been bombarred by crazy stalker fans!!! hahaah jkay:)
JOEY'S POV
James stood there, just smiling in a creepy fashion. No words were being exchanged, and I hoped he would allow the girls to pass freely and take his aggression out on me.
"James, can I have a word with you, in private?" I voiced after not being able to endure the silence any longer. He hesitated momentarily, and then moved from his position of blocking the door. Margie began to walk forward, and Alice slowly followed, but before passing through the threshold she looked at me with sympathy in her beautiful blue eyes. I nodded, hoping she would forget about me and enjoy her lunch class, and she uncertainly paced on.
"Now, please, explain to me why you are diverging off the plan I set over fifty years ago??!" He shouted once the girls were out of earshot.
"Please tell me why you resorted to raping Alice during Seven Minutes in Heaven instead of letting me handle it?!" I shot back, probably with more anger. James was a sadistic pig who I should have killed the moment Alice told me he hurt her.
"You weren't doing your job, so I had to help. Besides I have been watching her twice as long as you have, I wasn't just about to sit back and let you ruin everything! She needed a little scare, too."
"You've been watching her?" I asked, considering the original plan was for him to have absolutely no contact with us or Alice after the initial information giving.
"Yes. I enrolled here last year during the end of final semester, only to oversee that you were doing your job, though." He explained, angering me further.
"We gave you our word we would complete your assignment successfully, James. If you can't trust us maybe you should find someone else to do your dirty work."
"She said this was going to happen…" He mumbled. "You listen here, mongrel. I call the shots in this plan, not you. Do exactly as I say or I will rip your sister's limps off one by one right in front of your eyes." He growled in fury. Never should you anger James, but he insulted both mine and my sister's word so it was necessary. I obliged, and he gave me the most horrific instructions of my life.
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ALICE'S POV
Joey sure had been gone a long time, maybe I should go check on him.
"Don't even think about going to check on the bloke." Margie denied my unspoken thought. "When he's done, he'll come back. Don't worry, pet."
As soon as she said that, Joey walked through the cafeteria doors, looking more like a supermodel than a student. I waved him down to come and join us, and he followed.
"Alice, listen. You're hot and nice and all but you're a freak and too weird for my taste. I'll be with your sister if you want to talk to me. But, please, don't want to talk." He spoke the words I feared he would from the moment he met Cindy. My throat was dry and I had no response that didn't involve crying. I just sat there looking dazed and confused until Margie broke my trance.
"What was that all about?" She inquired.
"I-I-I don't know." I stuttered.
"Well, I guess you saw it coming." She shoved it off, deepening my confusion. I asked her what she meant and she replied, "I mean, you just guys met yesterday."
"Yeah I know that which is why I am confused." I told her in an irritated tone.
"Alice. He is Joey Whitlock; the gorgeous new guy. He could have any girl in the entire school, maybe even the enter city, and you honestly expected him to only have eyes for you?" I wanted to punch her. Where did she think she got the right to say things like that to me; her love life was just as miniscule as mine.
"Marge do you feel okay? You aren't acting like yourself." I informed her, concerned.
"Oh, you mean because I am being honest? Let me tell you something Alice, Joey has eyes and he is a guy. He would've been done with you in a week, tops." That was the last straw, I grabbed my lunch bag and ran to the ladies' room.
How? Why? Were all I could think. How could Margie, my best and pretty much only friend say something like that. Why did Joey choose Cindy, naïve, obnoxious, Cindy, over me? And why had the sweet gentleman I had know as Joey completely vanished? Why was this all happening to me?
After drying my tears and double checking that you couldn't tell I was crying, I walked into the hallway, only to run right into Margaret.
"There you are. Where have you been?" She asked me as though nothing had ever happened.
"Just…" I paused to think of the right way to phrase this, "don't talk to me anymore." I grumbled as polite as I could manage, then I pushed pasted her and began to walk to my next class, only to remember both Joey and Margie were in that class. So instead of dealing with that horrifying embarrassment, I left. I, Alice Goody-Two-Shoes Brandon, ditched half of my lessons.
JOEY'S POV
I felt simply awful about what I said to Alice. She didn't deserve that, no one did. And eating lunch with that annoying, bratty, sister of hers was like having teeth pulled. I wondered if Alive would ever be able to forgive me, only being able to decide that she couldn't. I haven't done anything worth being forgiven; all I've done is hurt her.
Walking out of the lunchroom doors, I realized the Alice was in my next class, and that I couldn't bear to see her. Not now, later I would talk to her. Later I would apologize and beg forgiveness, and ignore the command James gave me. For now, I was running.
I ran as fast as I could, with no real destination in mind, for about five seconds. It was then that I ran directly into the one thing I was trying to avoid.
I looked into Alice's perfect ice eyes. "I'm sorry." I blurted out without thought, just desiring her forgiveness.
She didn't respond. Her normally freeform hair was flattened and dull, and her gorgeous eyes I was starring into wear red from crying. This was not helping me feel better, I felt one hundred times worse. She turned her head in a feeble attempt to hide what I had already seen, and then ran towards her house.
I followed after her. Yet no matter how quickly I ran, I could not catch her. I had a feeling I never would.
A/N: Yeah sorry for all the POV changing, but I kinda had to, righhhht? and sorry for the semi crappiness of this, i wrote it in math class in a *failed* attempt at staying awake XD XD revieeeew.