Part Five: I'll let it Pass

(A/N: "I" still refers to Angela and her perspective on things.)

He left, Rosalie thought to herself, watching Jordan Catalano entangling himself with Angela. Rosa knew that if she went to class, she'd be fifteen minutes late, they'd lock her out, and she would spend the next hour sitting in some abandoned room with a bunch of low-lives and a dull teacher. Without a car, she was stranded, so Rosa walked back into the building. She was going to go to class, alright, but not her class.

Rosalie walked down the hall, happy to see that there were no teachers in the hallways, but just some dorky kid with curly blonde hair. She hurried down the hall, bumping into the scrawny kid she had seen just moments earlier.

"Umm. You're like late." He informed Rosalie.

"And you 'like' bumped into me. But I'm still waiting for my apology.

"I'm sorry." Rosa shrugged and kept walking as Brian Krakow continued following her. "You need a pass." He told Rosa.

"Don't have one." Rosa popped in a piece of gum, not amused by her current situation. Catalano was going to hear it when he finally came back. She continued walking, getting annoyed that this little attempt at discipline was interfering with her art time. Looking at the clock in the hallway, Rosa realized that by the time she got out some fresh paint and decided what to work on, it would be time for a new period. Creative writing class it was. Maybe she could at least get some decent lyrics out of this less-than-ideal situation.

"Rosa, stop!" Brian yelled after her, forcing Rosalie to turn around.

"Do I know you?" She wondered, starting to think that this guy was stalking her.

"You're in my AP Physics class, but you never come."

"Oh."

"I know you from your lack of being there." Brian laughed to himself, stopping when he noticed that Rosa wasn't into chit-chat.

"So do you take notice of everyone who's missing or just me?" I waited for him to catch up with me, vaguely recognizing him. This was that guy Angela was always hanging around. This was the guy that Jordan Catalano was jealous of, but would never admit it. Funny that Rosalie would end up with him while Angela and Catalano were out gallivanting somewhere. "Are you going to give me a pass?"

"You don't have an excuse."

"Of course I do. I went to get my Physics book out of my car and spent a few minutes looking for it before I realized that it was in my locker. What luck, huh?"

"We have Physics tomorrow." Brian reminded her as Rosa rolled her eyes.

"You aren't giving me a pass are you?" He shook his head firmly. "Okay then ... what about a trade. You don't write this down, you just saw me go to my car to get my books, but I got locked out of my car and had to go to my brother for the spare. Just write me a pass. In exchange, you get to come to this party tonight. Invite only."

"Are you inviting me?"

"Yeah Mr. Smarty." Rosa blew a bubble, smacking her gum between her teeth. "This is all you'll need to know." She wrote her address and phone number on his hand.

"Actually it's Brian." Almost immediately, Brian was writing her a pass and Rosa smiled triumphed. It worked every time.

"So what class are you missing?" Angela asked Jordan Catalano, just happy to be in his car. I couldn't believe that I was back where I used to be just a few months ago. I couldn't have imagined ever being in this position again, skipping Geometry class to be with him, but only now it was Chemistry instead.

"English ... or something." Jordan grumbled, seemingly annoyed by my question.

"Oh." I responded, getting the point. An awkward silence followed and I was determined to try leading the conversation. "I was like talking to Sharon today ... I know about the letters Jordan." I admitted, deciding that he was too far away from the school to force me to get out or something like that.

"You do?" Jordan wondered, not seeming to understand anything I had just said. I wondered if he had been listening at all. He seemed so ... focused on something.

"I know what you did it." I began. "I ... like would've done the same thing. I mean I forgive you and I know what you did it."

"Forgive me?" Jordan asked in amazement as his voice started to rise.

"Yeah, I know that you meant whatever was written in the letters, and that's all that really matters. I don't even know--"

"Could you like shut up?"

"Okay. I just ..." He kissed me in mid-sentence, slowly pulling away and leaving me wanting more. With one kiss I was back to being putty. Jordan Catalano still had the power to turn me into the same insecure girl I used to be. As we continued to kiss, I couldn't help but wonder where we were ... what did this mean?

"Sup Catalano?" Rosalie asked Jordan as soon as she saw him. "Nice of you to leave me here alone. Nice to have someone to count on." She added, walking out of the building with a cigarette in her mouth. Rosa knew that she would be seeing him, but it was kind of weird to be seeing him in the building. Angela probably coerced him into it.

"You are like such a jackass for doing that." I reached in his pocket for a lighter, holding in all that I really wanted to say to him.

"So you like want me too..."

"Apologize, like any other normal human being. And mean it." Rosalie took in a small puff, letting the nicotine relax her. It didn't really take much. "That's not the way to get her back." She passed the cigarette to Jordan who couldn't go one day without one.

"What would you know?!" Jordan threw up his hands, getting moody, as usual. Rosalie smirked. She was the only one that Jordan could actually have a real conversation with and vice versa.

"I know how not to keep someone, how to break their heart and ruin everything. If you want something real, then stop playing with her Catalano ... unless you want sex. Then I see what you're trying to do."

"I'm not like doing anything." Catalano put out his cigarette and Rosalie knew that he was actually listening to her for once.

"That's the problem. I mean, if you really want her prove it." I popped in some gum, trying to get rid of this awful taste in my mouth. Everything was fine until Catalano had shown up.

"You going to that party?" Jordan changed the subject.

"Yeah and I have a date." I lied, just to get a reaction. I'm going with Brian."

"Krakow?" Jordan started choking on ... whatever was in his mouth.

"Jealous?" I pressed, not even sure if Brian's last name was Krakow or not.

"No. Ditch him and come with me." Catalano offered. Rosalie rolled her eyes, not falling for it this time.

"Ditch the party and call Angela. I know you so wanna marry her." She teased instead, ignoring the gnawing pain that she was starting to feel in addition to that gross taste in her mouth.

(A/N: R/R I finally updated. Yah!! Maybe you'll get more in two weeks. Enjoy!! NL)