A/N - MY LAST THREE CHAPTERS HAVE FUCKING SUCKED MAJOR ASS. Okay, sorry for the late update. My brother was hogging the computer, the computer's in my mom's room, and my mom's been pretty sick, therefore going to bed earlier than usual. Which means that I had very limited time to work on the story since I came home from work pretty late. Which means that I'm trying to give you guys a longer chapter with some more.. IDK, stuff? Lol.

About a minute later, Shane saw me sitting there gripping my right leg, which was really bloody by now. "Oh my God! Jenny, are you OK?!" he asks as he reached me. I tell him, "To tell you the truth, I'm fine." I was used to stuff like this, really. Here's a tip, never play basketball on loose gravel. I got four scars from just one game.

"Well, can you walk? You need to go to the nurse pretty badly." I try standing up, but fall back down again. Ugh, that made my ankle even worse. "Shit!" I scream out. "Here, let me help you," Shane says. But instead of helping me up, he picks me up bridal style. "Dude! What the fuck? I can walk, ya know?!" I yell at him. I've been yelling too much today.

"Sorry, you can't walk. I'm taking you to the nurse," he replies. I cross my arms over my chest and stubbornly agree with him. I hate being carried around. It just reminds me of how small I am. "So, is my weight tiring you out yet?" I ask him after a couple minutes. I could see the school now.

"Actually, you're lighter than Angela," he says. I'm pretty sure he's just saying that, since Angela's stick thin. I don't bother asking him about it anymore, though. Mr. Wendler walks up to us and asks us what happened. I'm the one to speak, not Shane.

"I lost my direction, tripped over some root or twig, hurt my ankle and bloodied my knee up. Yup, that pretty much sums it up, Wendler."

Shane let me stand up now, but I could only do so on one leg. Nicole rushed over to me and let me hold her arm for support. "Nicole, escort Jenny to the nurse's office and go back to the locker room. Class will be over in five minutes," Mr. Wendler instructed her.

I saw that I got some blood on Shane's t-shirt, so he took it off. All the girls started "quietly" squealing. I then limped my way to the nurse's office with Nicole.

XoLAGOHxO

Here I am, laying on one of those beds that school nurses have. My knee is bandaged, and my ankle's got a bunch of gauze around it. I'd rather be doing this than be in Biology, to tell you the truth. Oh wait, it's time for Lunch now. That's how long I'd been staying here. I refused to go home since I have that project with Nate and Shane.

I heard a person walk through the doors. Probably somebody complaining about a headache. I was surprised to see that it was Nate. Was Nate sick or was he visiting me? I had no idea.

"Jennyohmygodhowareyouiwassoworried!" he let out in one breath. "Wait, huh?" I ask him. He slowly repeats, "Are you okay? I was really worried about you." I laugh and say, "I'm fine, it was nothing big. My ankle got slightly sprained, but it's gonna be back to normal in no time. My knee is self-explanatory."

He smiles and tells me, "That's really good to know. I brought you some cookies, I thought you'd be hungry." Wait, cookies?! I start getting excited over this.

"OMG, cookies! Me likey," I say as he hands me some chocolate chip ones. "Thanks, dude. I was starting to get a bit hungry," I tell him after taking a bite. "But wait, Nate, aren't you missing lunch?" He should've been in the cafeteria right now. "Well, I'm skipping lunch for today," he answers.

"You shouldn't be skipping lunch, you might get tired out at practice," I tell him. It's true, football players need energy, even if the school's food was a bunch of junk. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," he assures me.

"So, any ideas about that skit thing for History?" I ask him. "I don't know a single thing about Nero, and it isn't due for awhile," he says. I guess I shouldn't start worrying about it so soon. "I heard Shane carried you back from the woods," he says after some awkward silence.

"Oh yeah, he did, didn't he?" I reluctantly say to him. Nate got the same aggravated look on his face again. "What's up with that look on your face? I've seen it more than once," I ask him. His expression immediately changes into a fake happy one.

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing.." I could tell that he wanted to avoid the subject. Instead, he continued "I just hate how Shane's always the guy that girls are attracted to. I'm just the quiet little one. Shane told me that your little sister likes him, too. Sixth graders now?"

I couldn't help but slightly laugh at that. It was true, my sister had a crush on Shane now. The whole other girls being attracted to Shane, Nate being the little one, that was surprising to me. They were both equally cute. Shane was the inconsiderate jerk while Nate was the sweet one. Hmm, nice comparison in my opinion.

"Unlike you, Shane's a jerk, and you're just sweet," I reassure him. He smiles and gives me a high five. "Oh yeah, what up with the high fives?" I ask him. He shrugs then says, "Hugs are overrated." I drop my mouth at this.

"Hugs are so not overrated!" I yell. He gives me a questioning look and says, "Uh, are you sure?" I nod and reply, "Well, no duh. Hugs are awesome. High fives make my hands feel all tingly and not in the good way either." Did I just say tingly? Hahaha, wow.

Instead of saying anything to that, Nate sat down next to me and gave me an awkward hug. Yeah, I said awkward. Now I know why he doesn't hug people. His hugs are painful. "Oww," I say when he pulls away a second later. "Is it your ankle? Do you need help?" he asks me. I shake my head and tell him, "Your hugs are painful. Ouch."

"That's kinda why I don't like hugging people. High fives are much better," he says to me sarcastically. "Yeah, you stick to your high fives," I say. He squeezes my hand before he left. That's the second time he's done that.

XoLAGOHxO

I hop into the town's local Staples and head to the poster board section. I get the tri-fold and pay for it with Jason's credit card, then hop my way back to Jason's car. Shane drove alone today since I didn't want to ride with him. Nate being Nate offered to buy it, but I forced him to let me get it. Now I'm wondering why. This thing is huge!

I manage to somehow stuff the tri-fold in the back seat while Nate and Jason sat up front. "Uh, Jenny, that's kind of big," Nate worriedly says to me. "It has to be, your house is huge," I tell him. "Oh yeah, right."

When we got to their house, we spent an entire hour using pencils and rulers to map out their entire house on the tri-fold. We had the basement, first floor, second floor, third floor and finally the attic. I wanted each level to be separated. I sighed when Nate and I finished doing that. "Ugh, hand cramp! Worse than high fives! Argh!" I yell out. Nate laughs at me as he puts the tri-fold away in his room.

"Hey, how come Shane's not doing anything? He's our partner, too," I complain. Nate says, "That's Shane for you. He sucks as a partner in these projects." I reply, "Eh, not surprised there. Try having your partner go out of state without telling you and leaving you with the project alone. With three hours to spare, and you haven't even started it yet."

"That actually happened to you?" he asks me. I answer, "Yep, which is why I totally despise group projects. At least you're helping me, unlike somebody." Nate turns on his big screen LCD TV and we turn it to TLC. "Ooh, Miami Ink is on," I point out. "You watch that show?" he asks me, shocked. "I'm never gonna get a tattoo, I just think that it's cool to watch them get done."

If I ever got a tattoo, my mom said she would "rip off that piece of flesh and throw it in the trash." I'm pretty sure I already mentioned that or something, but that threat scares me. Crazy madre.. Hahaha.

We were on Nate's bed the entire time we were working on that project. I slid off his bed and lay down on my stomach in front of the TV. This girl was getting a music measure thingy tattoo. I think it was the one where they went mobile or something. I heard Nate get down beside me.

He puts his head on my shoulder and says, "Hey, there's gonna be a party tomorrow because of the game. After party to be exact. You're invited." I get up and start playing with his curly hair. Seriously, it's so curly! Is it humanly possible for it to be like this? I've always wondered.

"No offense, but I don't like your booze parties," I tell him. "It doesn't have to be a booze party, you can just hang out up here with me and Jason," he replies. Hey, he's got a point. I ruffle his hair before I got up and grabbed my backpack. "Well, I've gotta go, it's getting kind of late. You know, dinner," I say to him as I open his door. I wave good-bye as I stepped out into the hallway.

Crap, I left my iPod in his room! I turn around to go back to his room to get it, but I see him standing right in front of me holding it. "Missing something?" he arrogantly asks. "Yeah, thanks dude," I say while I took it. "I know you're coming to that party," he says to me before kissing my cheek and walking back to his room.

I could literally feel my blush creep up as I turn around and hurriedly walked down the stairs. I run into Shane who dropped his glass of what seemed to be apple juice. I got a sniff and found out that it was beer. It's not even a party and Shane's drinking.

"Ah, shit!" he screams when the glass breaks into a couple pieces. That's weird, it should've shattered. I drop my backpack and iPod before picking up the five pieces of broken glass and saying "Sorry." I walk to the kitchen and threw it into a trash can. Hope that won't poke a hole in there.

I heard Shane grab some paper towels to clean up the mess as I grabbed some Windex and sprayed it down. Was Windex meant for tiles? I really don't remember or anything. "Wow, so you're a regular drinker?" I ask Shane after we finished cleaning. "Not regular, as you put it, but just sometimes," he defensively replies.

"Whatever," I say as I got my stuff together and laced up my Chucks. "Oh, and you're welcome for this morning, by the way. I fucked up that gym shirt thanks to you," he sarcastically says. "Uh, thank you?" I ask as I opened the door. "Hey, let me drive you home," he says as I walked down the long driveway.

"No thanks, I'll walk home," I tell him. "But wait, didn't you injure your ankle?" he yells since I was getting further and further away. "It's walkable now!" I scream as I walked down his street. Is that even a word? I highly doubt it. I was right, though. My ankle still hurt like shit, but it was possible to walk on it.

Okay, I'll admit it, I had a slight limp, but I didn't really want to spend more time with Shane. I knew he would drink at parties, but the fact that he does it outside of that shit is.. It makes me view him a bit differently. He and Nate are so different from each other.

Speaking of Nate, I could still feel that small kiss. My cheeks flush again. Ugh, I need to stop doing that, my blood's going crazy. But he's so cute! And sweet. And sensitive. And a whole bunch of other things. But he also used to be the kid that cheated off of me, and ignored me since I was a nobody.

Then there was Shane. He was a total jerk, but he was funny. He definitely wasn't sensitive, but I guess he had somewhat of a soft side since he hugged me like that. Like I said, they're both so different. Shane gave good hugs, and Nate's were painful. Seriously, they hurt. Ouchy.

"I LOVE HUGS!" I scream as I walk up to my house. I unlock the door and rush upstairs to start my homework. I had just started when I heard a tapping on my window. Wow, that's strange. I walk up to it to see Nate hanging onto those vines. I immediately opened the window and helped him in.

"Ow!" Nate yelps as he fell to the carpet floor. "Jenny, is everything alright in there?!" I hear my mom yell from the kitchen. I stammer for a second before yelling to her, "Yeah, everything's fine! I just fell, that's all!" There was some silence before she said, "You're going to injure yourself one day!" That day would be today. Yay sprained ankles! Psh, yeah right.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" I quietly ask him after closing and locking my door. "I kind of followed you home," he admits. My eyes go wide in shock. "No, no, I'm not a stalker!" he defensively says. "I don't think you're a stalker, but why would you follow me home?" I ask him.

He shrugs then asks me, "Can I stay the night?" What the heck is he talking about? After a minute of me not saying anything, he continues, "Please, I don't want to be at home right now. It's nothing serious, how about we work on that History project?" I just noticed that he had changed his clothes. "Wait, why would you want to sleep over?" I apprehensively ask him.

"Shane invited some friends over, and the living room's turning into some messed up booze party, and I don't want to have a bad night since the game's tomorrow," he says.

"This is a bit fast for the friendship, isn't it?" I ask him.

He stutters before explaining, "I'll sleep on the floor if you want, please, just don't make me go back there."

I continue asking questions. "Aren't you used to those parties?"

"Well, they're usually on weekends, not right before a game," he continues.

"But you're on the third floor," I keep pushing.

"I can still feel the vibrations from the music," he says.

"What about dinner?" I ask.

"I'll take the leftovers," he replies.

Wow, he's pretty determined to stay here. "And tooth brush and pajamas?"

"All in my back pack that's currently in your backyard."

Oh shit, I've gotta get that out of there. I tell Nate to wait as I rush downstairs to the backyard. I grab it and rush upstairs again. I had to go through the sunroom to avoid my mom. After a minute, I was back in my room to see Nate looking at my desk. Oh crap, he saw what I was making him for his birthday!

"Hey, you're folding one of those 500 piece swans?" he asks. I had just started forming the base around it. "Uh, yeah, I just bought it at this Japanese outlet," I say. "Cool to know you do this in your spare time," he tells me. He thinks it's cool? That means that the swan would've been a good present. But it was spoiled now! What else can I get him?

"Jenny, dinner time!" I hear my mom yell. My dad had just came home. "I'll make sure to get you something, okay? It might be some Vietnamese stuff that you won't like, though," I tell Nate. "Anything will be good, now get to dinner," he replies. I smile at him before walking downstairs to eat.

Oh God, tonight was rice with spinach soup. My mom can actually make spinach taste good, but I wasn't sure if Nate liked veggies. After dinner was over, I sneakily scooped some rice into a bowl with the soup, grabbed a spoon, and tip-toed up the steps. Luckily, nobody was suspicious. Once again, I locked my door before I sat down next to Nate.

"Uh, what's this?" Nate asks me. I answer, "My mom's yummy rice with spinach soup. It's good!" He eats a spoonful and tells me, "Wow, this is good. Spinach, though?" I laugh before saying, "She can make any veggie taste good." It was true, my mom was an awesome cook. (A/N -Remind you of anyone else's mom in uh.. Camp Rock? I'm not lying either, my mom can make pumpkin yummy..)

Nate finishes up within a couple minutes. I put the bowl down by my desk, not bothering to put it in the sink in the kitchen so it won't raise suspicion. I printed out the Geometry worksheet from Mr. Edwards' webpage and got to work on it. Just like he did in middle school, Nate copied some of my work. He'll never stop doing that, will he?

We worked on that swan for a bit. Nate wasn't really good at folding the paper, so I folded while he assembled it. We didn't talk much while doing this. Everybody else in the house was already in bed, even though it was only nine. I put away the swan before turning off the lights. Nate and I brushed our teeth together.

Of course, I took a much longer time than he did. Hey, I was a teeth perfectionist. After gargling, we sneaked back to my room. "Hey, we should change into our pajamas now," I say to him. "I'll change in here while you change in your closet," he awkwardly tells me. His cheeks were turning a bit red. "Okay, sure thing," I reply as I walk in my walk-in closet. I was wearing my Kingda Ka t-shirt and baggy plaid pajama pants.

All Nate was wearing was a beater and a pair of boxers. "You sleep in your boxers?" I ask him as I get out an extra blanket from my closet. "Most of the time," he replies. Hopefully the other times, he wears some pants or something.. Right?

"You can get the bed tonight, and I'll take the floor," I tell him. He objects to the idea. Of course he would, he's too polite. I just tell him, "You're the guest, you get my bed." He awkwardly slips into my bed while I grab one of the pillows and set it up with the blanket on the carpet next to the bed.

We say goodnight to each other and I try to sleep. That's the thing, I can't sleep. If none of you guys know yet, floors are uncomfortable to sleep on, and I was used to my bed. I would so not be able to sleep tonight. After an hour, I get up and angrily rip the blanket away from my body. I could see that Nate was still awake as I stood up.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asks me. I tell him, "The floor's not that comfy." He sits up in my bed then asks, "Do you want your bed back? I'll take the floor." Ugh, he's too polite. "No, you keep the bed. I'll find somewhere to sleep around here."

I can try the bean bag chair since it was the only other piece of somewhat sleepable furniture. I grabbed my blanket and sat in the bean bag chair. I covered myself in it as I tried to sleep. I can't sleep like this either. I angrily get up, AGAIN. "This isn't working out," I say to Nate. "I can't kick you out of my bed, but I can't get a fucking wink of sleep. ARGH!"

"We can both take the bed, ya know?" Nate says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Okay, so my bed is queen-sized, but I'm not getting into bed with a GUY, even if it's Nate, and we'd just be sleeping. No, not gonna happen.

"That is not gonna happen, dude. Cuz well, you're a DUDE," I tell him. "You're seriously too shy," he says to me. "You're one to talk," I bit back. That wasn't really true, though. He wasn't so shy anymore. I mean, that kiss today proved it.

"You know what? Fine. I'm tired, I need my sleep, I hardly got any last night, and I'm too tired to care. Did I mention I'm tired?" I ask him. He nods as I sit in bed next to him. "Okay, move over, and face the other side," I tell him. This is so not comfortable.

He willingly does so as I face the opposite direction from him. What's wrong with me? I'm too prude-ish to have even kissed a guy before, but Nate's in my bed with me? I'm just gonna try to sleep..